<?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-6338873</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:10:43.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~ Life Has It Upz &amp; Downz ~*</title><subtitle type='html'>..: Everything in life is temporary because Everything changes :..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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happen throughout... im the type once ive let go the person.. i dun like to call or even disturb them as i know that there is no point and i'll be hurting myself in that manner... i just take it as he wasnt meant to be for me and therefore things didnt go further when we want it to be.... my heart had been broken alot of times into tiny pieces and thus i kinda gave up already... it isnt easy to have someone who likes me for who i am.. even if there are any, i wouldnt know... my heart isn't a toy for them to play with as and when they wish coz i am an human being afterall... i too have feelings... but with all the heart breaks.. it didnt break me down for too long... ive learnt that what had happen, happens for a reason.. if allah brings me to it, he will bring me thru' it... to him i shall ask for a good jodoh.. insyaallah.. one chapter has ended in a way which i'll always remember... hopefully, in 2008, things would be different as when a new boook is opened, a new chapter of life begins..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-1250572579103383371?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/1250572579103383371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/1250572579103383371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2007/12/bitter-sweet-memories.html' title='Bitter Sweet Memories'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-923681870673709115</id><published>2007-12-06T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T23:59:04.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogs anyone?</title><content type='html'>After a long time... i decided to come back to the world of blogging.... alot of things had happened.. and ive just started my new job with govt sector.. kinda interesting.. of meeting new passenger everyday and seeing their different story each days... its cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally ive quit from my previous company.. hehe.. my colleagues also left from there after ive made my choice to leave... its really different once ur in a new environment, new people, different job scope... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been relatively not well these days... just took 2 days mc as i was unfit for work as i had acute backache which had me suffered for the week... went for massage theraphy... but as for been better but ive to go for more massage theraphy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging has once again proved that it a way of destressing oneself.. therefore... i once again welcome me to the world of cyber blog!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-923681870673709115?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/923681870673709115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/923681870673709115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2007/12/blogs-anyone.html' title='blogs anyone?'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-7484407147422500984</id><published>2007-07-02T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T15:42:48.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a long time indeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;been a long time since i've updated my borrings life issues.. been busy with work... busy with driving... did ot as project had to be finished... now back to singlehoods recently... which rocks far more bettter than previously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to enjoy my trip which is departing this JULY 6th... BRISBANE... Here I Come!!! will be staying at capricorn one (Surfers Paradise).. going with my sis and my bro-in -law and my sis fren... the 4 of us...  will be back to singapore on 14th nite...  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VIkdD-mlj4/Roirf0VIHII/AAAAAAAAAAM/QEkUCW_3d24/s1600-h/capricorn_one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082500742599154818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VIkdD-mlj4/Roirf0VIHII/AAAAAAAAAAM/QEkUCW_3d24/s320/capricorn_one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Will update more pixs laterzz..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-7484407147422500984?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/7484407147422500984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/7484407147422500984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2007/07/been-long-time-indeed.html' title='Been a long time indeed'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VIkdD-mlj4/Roirf0VIHII/AAAAAAAAAAM/QEkUCW_3d24/s72-c/capricorn_one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-4775521775049141456</id><published>2007-04-04T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:16:18.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>Selama Hayatku Masih Ada&lt;br /&gt;Akan Ku Sentiasa Mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;Akan Ku Curahkan Segala Kasih Sayangku&lt;br /&gt;Hanya Padamu,Untukmu Sayang ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa Ku Sedari,&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan Yang Ku Miliki Terhadapmu&lt;br /&gt;Sangatlah Mendalam&lt;br /&gt;Tidak Ada Perbuatan Dan Perkataan&lt;br /&gt;Yang Ku Boleh Tunjukkan&lt;br /&gt;Dan Melafazkhan Kepadamu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya Takdir Dan Masa&lt;br /&gt;Dapat Menunjukkan Kepadamu&lt;br /&gt;Bertapa Ku Hargai Dan Mencintai Dirimu ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-4775521775049141456?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/4775521775049141456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/4775521775049141456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2007/04/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-6027052502036907110</id><published>2007-02-19T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T15:54:02.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays Mood</title><content type='html'>Yozz Back from the beach overnighting with my family over the weekend.. i was really thanking allah as it wasn't raining.. we had our share of fun n laughters.. screamings and scoldings... lol... the time went slow but heck.. it was fun.. great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept at 4am.. after playing poker games with my dearies coussies... dreamt abt my hp... haha.. i didn't bring hp thats y la.. lol... was really mad at my mum as she didn't allow me to bring my hp for some reasons of hers.. then to make things worse.. my sis went home on sat nite and i was bored.. no hp.. she went home.. i was like damned pissed to the core... but ok la.. wat to do.. still have to survive.. then on sun.. my mum went home to get some stuff so she brought my hp..  she knew it.. that i would definitely make noise if she didn't bring my hp.. lol... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bathe in the sea.. for pathetic one hr only... lol.. then i changed and sat ard.. 1 plus went to coffee bean with one of my cousin.. then we rented bike... then at 4 plus returned the bike and i walked back to the hut at the beach... helped to pack up and then at 5 plus we left for home.. reached home at 6... then i slept all the way til this morning at 11am.. but the thing is.. my whole body is aching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go out shortly to get my ben &amp; jerry ice cream... chiaoz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-6027052502036907110?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/6027052502036907110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/6027052502036907110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2007/02/holidays-mood.html' title='Holidays Mood'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-6503903307340250417</id><published>2007-02-03T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T12:12:25.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Time...</title><content type='html'>Cooking?? Anyone... its the weekend.. once again... yeah peeps.. its sat.. it cooking day for me...  as usual.. the late nitezz.. waking up early... all-geared-up to do cooking... yeah... today special is chicken porridge.. my all-time long favourite.. been craving for it for so long and today.. ive cooked my favourite dish... awsome... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i went for religious class with Ustaz Omar.. it was great.... its been a long time since the class stop because of ramadhan &amp; syawal.. although there wasn't alot of people... the class is superb as usual... can't wait to attend his class next week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olrite people will update more.. will be doing some house chores.. til then... stay tuned..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-6503903307340250417?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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problems.. people attached to IPG keeps on dissappearing.. the person in charge keeps on asking me where are they which I, myself could not answer.. overall i sees that in the working world, we have to be really professional... in terms in our team or in other teams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work headed straight for Masjid Khalid untuk meraikan Awal Muharram 1428H.. prior to my qoutez, expect da unexpected.. after the function ended, i almost fall while was wearing my shoe and when i looked up.. i saw my ite fren, muhammad amin... he was acknowledging and smiling.. and it will be rude if i were to make face at him.. so i smile back.. i went to get my bag from my aunt and went over to talk to him.. and alhamdulillah.. it was nice to hear that he is married now and working... anyway, wishing him a blissful married life.. may allah bless him always..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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in 30e.. i almost assured myself that he is a ghost.. after talking then he dissappeared for so long... hehe.. but wat more shocking is that.. i saw.. one of his ears pierce. call himself a muslim indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeekend was superb.. went shopping at arab st and tekka on saturday.. went to shop for my attar oil (Lenel).. aafter that headed for lunch at the thai cuisine oppposite the perfume shop.. lunch is not bad.. then walked all the way from arab st to tekka.. made a stop at abdul ghafoor mosque to pray our zohor.. after praying headed to tekka.. crossed the road.. and saw this shop on sale.. went in the shop.. and i was attracted to the blouses that the shop were selling.. the best part is that.. the blouses are hanged high.. i simply cant reach... one of the guy help me to get the blouse that i wanted.. i dun know... but i realised which ever shop i entered.. the people can't stop smiling.. similarly same goes to this shop.. the guy helping me with my choice of blouses that i wanted but at the same time.. i realised that he keep on smiling.. haha.. is there a magnet with me? or is my smile really sweet?? lol... my aunt thought that i am flirting with the guy.. haha.. and she for no reason was unhappy.. she told me not to buy but for me once i like the thing i'll buy it... so back to wat happen at the shop... while looking at the blouses.. on the right corner.. there was shawls hanged on the stand.. i was glued to the shawl.. but i didnt say anything.. since my aunt was in the hurry, i didn't say i wanna have a look at the shawls hanged... i was asking for discounts but they are unable to give as the blouses n the stuff sold at the shop was direct from the factory and he said that if he give us the discount.. he will have to top up using his pay.. haha but he added on that when i come again.. he will treat me.. i just smiled and so i paid the amount n wanna left but i hesitated.. the guy asked me.. do u wanna look at the shawls? but i said no.. he said.. nevermind... dun want to buy also can.. u can try.. try la the shawl.. so i chose the brown colour.. that was the shawl that i was attracted to when i was looking the blouses.. the moment he opened up the shawl.. i melted.. it was so beautiful... the moment i drapped over the shawl.. i fell in love with it.. i turn around and said to him... it looks like a bride shawl.. and he was smiling.. he then asked me to try the other shawl.. the red burgandy.. i didn't like it as it was quite dull.. so i said.. thanks for letting me try.. but i'll come again some day to buy the shawl.. and there i left the shop with the sadness in my heart... after walking a few steps.. i told my aunt that i wanna go and buy the shawl.. so i went to the shop.. the moment i pushed the door.. i guess he knew that i would come back again.. he was smiling and holding the shawl.. and i went up to him.. and i bought the shawl.. i was very happy.. finally i got wat i wanted...i went to jyothi store.. to get my mascara &amp; eye liner.. i crossed over.. to the tekka market.. went to get beef steak for my mum.. then i went up.. and gotten myself one punjabi suit.. then i headed home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday, i was supposed to meet my poly fren, dila.. at 12.30pm.. but i was cooking kacang pool at home preparing for breakfast.. had like reunion breakfast.. then i did some chores.. sweeping the whole house.. wash the toilet... by the time they came for breakfast.. its was almost 11.30am.. i was like eating my breakfast very fast n headed for shower.. changed n took the cab down to meet her at tampines.. saw her n she said i look diff.. went shopping for sandals.. while waiting for my cousin to come.. i took pics with dila.... when my cousin came.. headed for montip then she wanted to eat at fig &amp;amp; olive.. but too bad the one at tampines outlet is closed.. then we took cab to haig road to have lunch after that went to tanjong katong complex to get her long sleeve shirt n then we went to the geylang market.. bought another top.. asked for discounts and know wat thee guy said.. $24 is the last price.. and if u want $20, give me ur no and the top is $20.. i was like cursing him.. hell man.. my number is not worth $4.. i didnt give him.. i paid the amount and left the shop.. bought scarfs that my sister asked to buy.. and after tat took cab home.. upon reaching home.. i washed up.. take abolution and pray my asar n zohor... then i cleaned my cupboard.. let go of all the old punjabi suits.. and top that have worn out.. really long day.. had dinner at my aunt place.. then headed home. and i went to sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-1582508043983315104?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/1582508043983315104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/1582508043983315104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-i-saw-look-alike-guy-in-30e.html' title='Shopping Spree'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-1351243759666884254</id><published>2007-01-06T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T12:14:31.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>medical leave</title><content type='html'>mornings... it wasnt a gd day for me yesterday.. was on mc.. due to swollen &amp; irritation eyes.. woke up to get ready for work... but i just couldnt get up due to my eyes... ended up went back to sleep.. woke up n get ready.. headed for the company clinic... gotten mc for the day... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to sleep..  but couldnt sleeep as my home phone keep on ringing... haizz.. i went to my cousin house.. oh ya... its my cousin  birthday.. happy 30th birthday.. may allah shower you with all his blessings....may allah grant all ur wishes.. give you his best of everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept all the way at my cousin house.. till going home time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-1351243759666884254?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/1351243759666884254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/1351243759666884254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2007/01/medical-leave.html' title='medical leave'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-4875584338852298691</id><published>2007-01-02T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T13:30:06.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie-Food Mania</title><content type='html'>2007, new year has arrived with new hope, new expectations, new beginning for all...&lt;br /&gt;Time to move ahead with all the past as our guide to get a better year ahead... To be a better person... To achieve goal that had been aimed for.. To all, cheers on the new year.. hopefully this new year, 2007 bring success to you and family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, i went to catch movie yesterday with my cousin at shaw towers.. we watch Babul, starring (Rani Mukherjee, Amithabh Bachan, Hema Malini, John Abraham, Salman Khan)... it was ok.. nothing fantastic.. Rani is so georgous.. She basically steals the show.. same goes for John Abraham...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed for Dinner... walked all the way to arab st.. walked ard and finally decided on going to AL-Majlis... that was my 1st time there with my cousin.. I ordered Beef Wrap. My cousin ordered Sheesh Kebab(Chicken) and ordered one mineral water.. The beef wrap is so delicious.. finish eating the beef wrap but then the chicken kebab is not ready yet.. my cousin and i wanted to cancel the order but they already sent the food.. we wanted for an hour for the second dish.. we requested to the waiter that we wanted discount as we waited a long time for the dish and we wanted to cancel it too... the waiter just smiled and said we'll see wat we can do.. upon finishing eating, we headed to pay the bill for table B1.. at the counter my cousin and i requested that they give us discount as we waited so long for the food. the lady at the counter said that i'm  sorry we are unable to give u the discount, but hold on let me ask the manager. she asked him and when she came back to the counter. she said that.. &lt;strong&gt;all is on the house&lt;/strong&gt;.. my cousin and i was suprised as we didn't expect such things..  thats why.. when we expect something.. we don't get it.. but we least expect it.. we'll get it.. btw.. thanks to al-majlis.. we got a free dinner yesterday.. theres a saying that goes, EXPECT DA UNEXPECTED...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-4875584338852298691?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/4875584338852298691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/4875584338852298691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2007/01/movie-food-mania.html' title='Movie-Food Mania'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-116678328134286775</id><published>2006-12-22T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T18:28:01.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Say You're Not Important</title><content type='html'>It simply isn't true,&lt;br /&gt;The fact that you were born,&lt;br /&gt;Is proof, Allah has a plan for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path may seem unclear right now,&lt;br /&gt;But one day you will see,&lt;br /&gt;That all that came before,&lt;br /&gt;Was truly meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah wrote the book that is your life,&lt;br /&gt;That's all you need to know.&lt;br /&gt;Each day that you are living,&lt;br /&gt;Was written long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah only writes best sellers,&lt;br /&gt;So be proud of who you are,&lt;br /&gt;Your character is important,&lt;br /&gt;In this book you are the Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the novel as it reads,&lt;br /&gt;It will stand throughout the ages,&lt;br /&gt;Savor each chapter as you go,&lt;br /&gt;Taking time to turn the pages&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-116678328134286775?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/116678328134286775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/116678328134286775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/12/dont-say-youre-not-important.html' title='Dont Say You&apos;re Not Important'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-116677733619021241</id><published>2006-12-22T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T16:48:56.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backz finally from the break of blogging</title><content type='html'>hmm.. its been a relatively busy time for me.... apart from work.. wedding.. talking abt wedding.. my dearest sis got married last month.. im so happy for her.. wishing her a blissfull married life.. may she get all the happiness thats meant for her.. woah.. didnt realised that a year has passed so fast til i dun realised it and before i know it.. her marriage over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decorated her room.. with all the help from my cousins and my frens... its been a memorable experience.. glad that it turn out nice and wow all my hardwork been paid off.. she liked it.. yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work... its been good just that been tired.. well ive been promoted to technical specialist.. within the time frame i worked there.. ive seen a lot.. many incident happen that makes us stronger and made us to be more responsible.. many people comes and go.. well we just have to give our best wishes to them and may they succeed wherever they are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my good fren.. left for doha.. she got job as air stewardess for Qatar airlines.. heard from her that she is doing well.. alhamdulillah.. hopefully she'll make it there.. insyaallah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me.. im still the same.. nothing changed for me.. hopefully to get better prospect in my current workplace.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-116677733619021241?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/116677733619021241'/><link rel='self' 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defect at the database.. so stressed that i feel so uneasy.. 5 short qn and 4 long qn.. hmm.. nevertheless hoping the best.. insyaallah can pass.. now theres a new rule.. once you pass this test then only you can be promoted.. wat a touble.. &lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-115936270027720246?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/115936270027720246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/115936270027720246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/09/test-test-test.html' title='Test Test Test.. '/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-115595580037684791</id><published>2006-08-19T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T10:50:00.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why people fall in love?</title><content type='html'>Why people fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a mystery why we fall in love. It is a mystery how it&lt;br /&gt;happens. It is a mystery when it comes. It is a mystery why&lt;br /&gt;some love grows and it is a mystery why some love fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can analyze this mystery and look for reasons and&lt;br /&gt;causes, but you will never do anymore that take the life out&lt;br /&gt;of the experience. Just as life itself is more than the sum of&lt;br /&gt;the bones and muscles and electrical impulses in the body,&lt;br /&gt;love is more than the sum of the interests and attractions&lt;br /&gt;and commonalities that two people share. And just as life&lt;br /&gt;itself is a gift that comes and goes in its own time, so too, the&lt;br /&gt;coming of love must be taken as an unfathomable gift that&lt;br /&gt;cannot be questioned in its ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, hopefully at least once in your life - the gift of&lt;br /&gt;love will come to you in full flower. Take hold of it and&lt;br /&gt;celebrate it in all inexpressible beauty. This is the dream we&lt;br /&gt;all share. More often, it will come and take hold of you,&lt;br /&gt;celebrate you for a brief moment, then move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this happen to young people, they too often try to&lt;br /&gt;grasp the love and hold it to them, refusing to see that it is a&lt;br /&gt;gift that just as freely, moves away. When they fall out of&lt;br /&gt;love, or the person they love feels the spirit of love leaving,&lt;br /&gt;they try desperately to reclaim the love that is lost rather&lt;br /&gt;than accepting the gift for what it was, then moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want answers where there are no answers. They&lt;br /&gt;want to know what is wrong in them that makes the other&lt;br /&gt;person no longer love them, or try to get their love to change,&lt;br /&gt;thinking that if some small things were different, love would&lt;br /&gt;bloom again. They blame their circumstances and say that if&lt;br /&gt;they go far away and start a new life, their love will grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They try anything to give meaning to what has happened. But&lt;br /&gt;there is no meaning beyond the love itself, and until they&lt;br /&gt;accept its own mysterious ways, they live in a sea of misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to know this about love, and accept it. You need to&lt;br /&gt;treat what it brings you with kindness. If you find yourself in&lt;br /&gt;love with someone who does not love you, be gentle with&lt;br /&gt;yourself. There is nothing wrong with you. Love just didn't&lt;br /&gt;choose to rest in the other person's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself someone in love with you but you don't&lt;br /&gt;love him back, feel honored that love came and called at your&lt;br /&gt;door, but gently refuse the gift you cannot return. Do not&lt;br /&gt;take advantage; do not cause pain. How you deal with love&lt;br /&gt;is how you deal with yourself. All our hearts feel the same&lt;br /&gt;pains and joys, even if our lives and ways are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fall in love with another, and he falls in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;and then love chooses to leave, do not try to reclaim it nor to&lt;br /&gt;assess blame. Let it go. There is a reason and there is a&lt;br /&gt;meaning. You will know in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that you don't choose love. Love chooses you. All&lt;br /&gt;you can really do is accept it for all its mystery when it&lt;br /&gt;comes into your life. Feel the way it fills you to overflowing,&lt;br /&gt;then reach out and give it away. Give it back to the person&lt;br /&gt;who brought it alive in you. Give it to others who deem it&lt;br /&gt;poor in spirit. Give it to the world around you in any way you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is where many lovers go wrong. Having been so long&lt;br /&gt;without love, they understand love only as a need. They see&lt;br /&gt;their hearts as empty places that will be filled by love, and&lt;br /&gt;they begin to look at love as something that flows to them&lt;br /&gt;rather than from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first blush of new love is filled to overflowing, but as&lt;br /&gt;their love cools, they revert to seeing their love as a need.&lt;br /&gt;They cease to be someone who generates love and instead&lt;br /&gt;become someone who seeks love. They forget that the&lt;br /&gt;secret of love is that it is a gift, and that it can be made to&lt;br /&gt;grow only by giving it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this and keep it to your heart. Love has its time, its&lt;br /&gt;own season, its own reason for coming and going. You&lt;br /&gt;cannot bribe it or coerce it, or reason it into staying. You can&lt;br /&gt;only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it&lt;br /&gt;comes to you. But if it chooses to leave from your heart or&lt;br /&gt;from the heart of your lover, there is nothing you can do and&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing you should do. Love always has been and&lt;br /&gt;always will be a mystery. BE GLAD THAT IT CAME TO LIVE&lt;br /&gt;FOR A MOMENT IN YOUR LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep you heart open, it will come again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-115595580037684791?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/115595580037684791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/115595580037684791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-people-fall-in-love.html' title='Why people fall in love?'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-115595370569729097</id><published>2006-08-19T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T10:15:06.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to celebrate</title><content type='html'>A time to celebrate??&lt;br /&gt;does it sound familiar anyone?&lt;br /&gt;no??&lt;br /&gt;yes??&lt;br /&gt;yeah finally promoted..&lt;br /&gt;Yes u heard it right..&lt;br /&gt;Promoted to ATS.. (Acting Technical Specialist)&lt;br /&gt;Heard the good news yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;very the happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaay Yaay..&lt;br /&gt;today me to keramat after that heading for arab st.. gonna get my attar.. tis morning went to aleem siddiq masjid for subuh prayers.. after a long time.. im back again to the masjid and yeah back to blogging.. the masjid is so nice.. insyaallah if time and allah persist will go there again... wonderful feeling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-115595370569729097?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/115595370569729097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/115595370569729097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/08/time-to-celebrate.html' title='time to celebrate'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-115547204719213116</id><published>2006-08-13T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:27:27.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm....</title><content type='html'>i'm always told by my family and friends... i shouldn't find for love.. as love will come by itself one day.. the more we chase it.. the more it will fly away like butterfly... I've learned...that under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;similarly for myself.. i'm not a desperado or watsoever mad person you may think i am.. but the truth is.. all this while all i'm asking or yearning for.. is someone who will care and understand me.. like me for who i am... i am not those type who goes for looks, riches, education or watsoever there may be.. but i go for the heart, sincerity of the person.. if he can accept me likewise will do the same.. nowadays its hard to find someone who looks for the heart as mostly goes for outer looks, but not inner beauty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks, beauty may fade as days goes by and as u grow older but inner beauty stays with you all your life.. my friends said that i'm choosy and bla bla bla.. but ultimately.. i'm living my own life.. i'm not saying that i'm good or wat la.. but i think finding a life partner or wat u call it.. companion... you have to find someone who is right for you.. if not it is gonna be difficult.. it is not that i am choosy.. i do have people liking me but they are just playing with my feelings.. i don't want to waste time with such a person.. if they are really sincere its ok.. but they are out there just to hurt me.. i just don't know why these things are happening to me.. maybe allah wants me to meet a few wrong people before finally meeting the right one... perhaps he knows better.. when to give and wat to give at his own timing.. i'm thankful for wat i am now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah at times, i too feel lonely.. how i wish that there will be someone for me to love and be loved.. hopefully i will be able to know that someone.. only allah knows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-115547204719213116?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/115547204719213116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/115547204719213116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmmm.html' title='hmmm....'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-115513163478514806</id><published>2006-08-09T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T21:53:54.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>treasure &amp; cherish</title><content type='html'>havent been updating for quite sometimes. tired after work til im lazy to be online&lt;br /&gt;to blog.. haha.. wat a life.. monday blues gone.. now tuesday green.. green?? hmm..&lt;br /&gt;the weather is nice to sleep.. kinda unable to wake up tis morning for work.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;how not to wake up when i slept late watching dvd.. haizz.. and plus my fren called&lt;br /&gt;me up last nite and chatted a while.. that adds up as to why i can't wake up this&lt;br /&gt;morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been unwell lately.. havent got any better yet.. my husky voice.. love it man..&lt;br /&gt;haha.. perasan sendiri.. like my own voice.. hehe.. funny old me.. my my.. wat a day&lt;br /&gt;to start with.. needed a break.. in my dreams.. slept in da bus as usual.. but then&lt;br /&gt;still very tireed.. yes.. today finally can relax.. tomorrow public holiday..&lt;br /&gt;national day for singaporeans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i've been hearing abt ppl breaking up and stuffs.. i really have no&lt;br /&gt;comments.. as they know themselves better.. sometimes i think couples tend to take&lt;br /&gt;each other for granted. which is not right.. love isn't merely saying i love you but&lt;br /&gt;showing you care towards the person.. love isn't just about possessing the person&lt;br /&gt;but to sacrifice for each other. it also means, giving up your own happiness for the&lt;br /&gt;one you love.. not only that keeping quiet doesn't mean you don't care but you&lt;br /&gt;giving them the time they need..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are lots of people of there who are yearning to love and be loved in return..&lt;br /&gt;but maybe time isnt rite for them to get wat they desire or needed.. it is never&lt;br /&gt;easy to find someone who would really love us for who we are.. to the people out&lt;br /&gt;there who takes things for granted.. i really feel sorry for you as you are at the&lt;br /&gt;losing end.. when you lose the special one then you know regretted it.. then by then&lt;br /&gt;it is too late.. coz u have lost the person for all your life.. so appreciate the&lt;br /&gt;person and treasure them as long as you live.. before u lost them forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a wonderful journey, no one knows what tomorrow may hold.. so cherish and&lt;br /&gt;treasure the person you love before its too late..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-115513163478514806?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/115513163478514806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/115513163478514806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/08/treasure-cherish.html' title='treasure &amp; cherish'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-115452813993922437</id><published>2006-08-02T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T22:15:40.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm... why is it like that</title><content type='html'>relatively tired day for me.. never had imagined that i would have a flashback once more after a few years.. really sad for me.. today, i saw the same guy on the bus.. my heart was beating fast more than i could even imagine.. my hands turn cold.. i don't know if he is the same person.. well actually, i am tempted to ask what is his name as i really don't wanna get the wrong person.. i don't know if he would really entertain me.. wat more can i ask for.. i can tell you one thing.. while facing out the window.. a tear fell.. oh my god.. i cried.. not because of i miss him or watsoever but the thing is i cried because my feelings are never appreciated and he took it for granted... haizz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i should strike up the convo with him.. wat should i say.. wat should i do? is it worth it? suddenly the feeling come back.. wat the heck man.. i really lost and im in a confusion.. help!!! its hard to explain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u think he will start the convo? i jz need to confirm whether its him or nt.. if its not.. then im safe but if he is the one.. then theres nothing i can do.. just have to accept the fact that fated to see him.. thats all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today at work.. i have to do the weekly report.. the one that most people hated and most confusing.. really pecah kepala.. lol.. went for meeting.. 1.5 hours.. damn long and sleepy plus boring.. haizz.. eyes keep on shutting down til the engineer ask me.. am i sleepy?? i was shy.. and then i said no.. hehe.. one of my colleague tender his resignation yesterday... thats so sad but he gonna find new job... all the best to him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-115452813993922437?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/115452813993922437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/115452813993922437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmmm-why-is-it-like-that.html' title='hmmm... why is it like that'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-115444334069882941</id><published>2006-08-01T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:42:20.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life still goes on..</title><content type='html'>its the 1st of the month.. with a new resolution on the mind.. to continue blogging and poetry writting as it really destress me.. thats all i need for now... writting watz on my mind and life.. like i've said life still goes on.. theres always up and down.. no one is perfect.. neither am i.. why do i feel lonely despite all the good things that surrounds me.. shouldn't i be grateful with god.. with wat i have and wat i dont.. with wat he have given me and wat i am still waiting for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really feel tat best things are always for the later but the thing is i seriously feel that i need a companion who will love me for who i am.. not for anything else.. guess i'm fated to have an arranged marriage.. coz til now i still haven't get the one yet.. maybe thats written in my life chapters.. no doubts i have alot of crosspaths but they are only there for a short while.. to show us something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wish that my life would be better and more appreciated.. hopefully allah will show me the right path and show me a signal.. its not funny when people poking fun at you.. saying you are choosy and stuff and tats y can't find one til now.. is it a problem to them? its my life afterall.. why must they interfere?? if they are my parents, i understand but they.. i really have no words to describe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-115444334069882941?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/115444334069882941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/115444334069882941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-still-goes-on.html' title='life still goes on..'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-115400261823872548</id><published>2006-07-27T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T20:17:50.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot &amp; Sensation</title><content type='html'>hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot &amp; sensation news.. its been 4 months since i've worked and travelled in bus no. 30.. be it whether express bus 30e or the normal 30.. i never see this friend of mine.. but yesterday... while i was in da express bus, i saw him.. he was practically staring at me.. as if he has just seen a ghost.. his eyes didn't stop ravering on me.. i was like " oh my god " is he the same person that i used to know.. but one thing for sure.. his appearance, the way he dress is same.. and guess what.. he sat right behind me.. i don't why i am so terrified of him.. he looked at me as if he has never seen a girl before.. the way he looked at me, tells that he definitely know me.. i tell you, if i were to smile i can bet that he will smile and start a small convo. but heck... for me..&lt;br /&gt;i don't know the person who is known by that name.. maybe its fated for me to see him.. in that bus at that timing and day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still wondering.. y must i be terrified when i saw him... for all i care is..he is no longer in my life journey.. yea.. its been years since i last saw him.. maybe i should really play the ignorance and pretense game..then he'll know how hurtful it can be.. but who am i to do that.. i really at a lost of words.. i don't know what to do if i see him in da bus again.. help.. i badly need help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a strong gut feeling that the person is the same.. it like what i feared has come true.. i am still deep in thoughts... haizz, what do i do? it isn't da end of the world.. but why do i have to see him.. hmm...guess just have to leave it to the fate.. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im better of in lots of ways.. im not at a losing end.. its isn't..perhaps its him whose losing da game when he try to juggle and he also know it isn't possible... the game he tried to play with me doesn't work.. he thinks, its like an hindi movie.. two heroine and a hero..wants both at the same time... he thinks he can get what he wants but he is wrong..i am the type of person who can forgive but will never forget what the person has done to me.. :-) Game over for him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if he regret all his life also.. its really no point.. too late..coz i am no longer the same person that he used to know.. its not easy to gain the trust but for you its easier to break a person heart whose as fragile as glass.. once broken can't be mended...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-115400261823872548?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/115400261823872548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/115400261823872548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/07/hot-sensation.html' title='Hot &amp; Sensation'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-114757504085473582</id><published>2006-05-14T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T10:50:40.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIM</title><content type='html'>Seeing through his eyes&lt;br /&gt;Neva have i felt such a vastly&lt;br /&gt;Of deep passion&lt;br /&gt;With all the love that i&lt;br /&gt;Could ever dream of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing through his eyes&lt;br /&gt;Felt that dreamz&lt;br /&gt;Do come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing through his eyes&lt;br /&gt;Open the window of my soul&lt;br /&gt;The key to my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing through his eyes&lt;br /&gt;Showed me the sincerity&lt;br /&gt;I never seen  and felt&lt;br /&gt;In someone before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing through his eyes&lt;br /&gt;I see myself as someone&lt;br /&gt;Whose being cared, loved&lt;br /&gt;And appreciated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing through his eyes&lt;br /&gt;I knew he is the one for me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-114757504085473582?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114757504085473582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114757504085473582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/05/him.html' title='HIM'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-114640029071136930</id><published>2006-04-30T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T19:59:54.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Identity</title><content type='html'>a very warm welcome to myself in the world of cyberblogging.. after going thru alot of mishaps and misfortunes.. i decided.. to remain anonymouz as time and circumstances force me to.. poor me n only myself.. wat a lame joke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really had an impact on me.. lesson learnt not to show so much about myself.. it is the hardest part in life whereby people just say and talk about me as if they have known me for donkey years.. but sorry to say.. they have no rite to say such comments and hurtful words about me when they have no idea who they are talking about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this people who just pass remarks anyhow.. as they like.. i think they have no manners, no idea how people would feel.. imagine they are in my shoes and i said that... they would be hell of pissed with me of course.. haizz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder.. y must people be such a busybody.. if it is for good.. i am ok with it.. but u just say wateva u like without thinking or considering other people feelings.. i feel that having a blog is to help us lighten our burden or worries by writting.. i know people's comment are good so that we can have wide option rather than only one pathetic outcome.. but sometimes it doesn't help at all.. hmm.. nevamind..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-114640029071136930?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114640029071136930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114640029071136930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-identity.html' title='A New Identity'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-114397926610857724</id><published>2006-04-02T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:01:06.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My values profile..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#9cdcdc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Values Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c9eaea"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorvaluestest/values.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value loyalty highly.&lt;br /&gt;You're completely devoted to your friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;Even if they totally screw up, you're still there for them.&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure they're equally loyal to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value honesty a fair amount.&lt;br /&gt;You're honest when you can be, but you aren't a stickler for it.&lt;br /&gt;If a little white lie will make a situation more comfortable, you'll go for it.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you mostly care about "situational integrity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generosity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value generosity a fair amount.&lt;br /&gt;You are all about giving, as long as there's some give and take.&lt;br /&gt;Supportive and kind, you don't mind helping out a friend in need.&lt;br /&gt;But you know when you've given too much. You have no problem saying "no"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humility:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't really value humility.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have much to be humble about!&lt;br /&gt;And you might as well promote yourself, because no one else will.&lt;br /&gt;You're a pretty special person, and you let everyone know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value tolerance highly.&lt;br /&gt;Not only do you enjoy the company of those very different from you...&lt;br /&gt;You do all that you can to seek it out interesting and unique friends.&lt;br /&gt;You think there are many truths in life, and you're open to many of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/thefivefactorvaluestest/"&gt;The Five Factor Values Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-114397926610857724?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114397926610857724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114397926610857724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-values-profile.html' title='My values profile..'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-114397821537219926</id><published>2006-04-02T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:43:35.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idealist Personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ebf2ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idealist (NF)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.&lt;br /&gt;You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily.&lt;br /&gt;Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seek out other empathetic people to befriend.&lt;br /&gt;Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/threequestionpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-114397821537219926?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114397821537219926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114397821537219926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/04/idealist-personality.html' title='Idealist Personality'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-114389450732849603</id><published>2006-04-01T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T20:28:27.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life path number..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Life Path Number is 8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourlifepathnumberquiz/path.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your purpose in life is to help others succeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both a natural leader and a natural success. You are also a great judge of character.&lt;br /&gt;You have a head for business and finance. You know how to make money.&lt;br /&gt;A great visionary, you can see gold where other people see nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you are very generous - with gifts, time, and guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to inspire people, but it can be frustrating when they don't understand your vision.&lt;br /&gt;Great success comes easily for you. But so does great failure, as you are very reckless.&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, and sometimes this confidence borders on arrogance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatisyourlifepathnumberquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Life Path Number?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-114389450732849603?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114389450732849603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114389450732849603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-life-path-number.html' title='my life path number..'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-114389447216911553</id><published>2006-04-01T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T20:27:52.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sleeping position.. true..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee5de;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Sleeping Position Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#fff5ee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are calm and rational.&lt;br /&gt;You are also giving and kind - a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;You are easy going and trusting.&lt;br /&gt;However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoesyoursleepingpositionsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Sleeping Position Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-114389447216911553?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114389447216911553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114389447216911553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-sleeping-position-true.html' title='my sleeping position.. true..'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-114389407942794684</id><published>2006-04-01T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T20:21:19.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love Profile..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Variable Love Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Propensity for Monogamy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your propensity for monogamy is high.&lt;br /&gt;You find it easy to be devoted and loyal to one person.&lt;br /&gt;And in return, you expect the same from who you love.&lt;br /&gt;Any sign of straying, and you'll end things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience Level:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your experience level is medium.&lt;br /&gt;You probably have had a couple significant loves.&lt;br /&gt;And you may have even had your heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;But you haven't really dated a wide variety of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominance is low.&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean you're a doormat, just balanced.&lt;br /&gt;You know a relationship is not about getting your way.&lt;br /&gt;And you love to give your sweetie a lot of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynicism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cynicism is low.&lt;br /&gt;You are an eternal optimist when it comes to love and romance.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times you've been hurt - you're never bitter.&lt;br /&gt;You believe in one true love, your perfect soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;And if you haven't found true love yet, you know you will soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your independence is medium.&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you need both "me time" and "we time."&lt;br /&gt;You usually find it easy to be part of a couple.&lt;br /&gt;But occasionally you start to feel a little smothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/"&gt;The Five Variable Love Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-114389407942794684?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114389407942794684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114389407942794684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-love-profile.html' title='my love Profile..'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-114389402153600567</id><published>2006-04-01T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T20:20:21.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Charmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Seduction Style: The Charmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourseductionstylequiz/charmer.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a master at intimate conversation and verbal enticement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seduce with words, by getting people to open up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By establishing this deep connection quickly, people feel under your power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you've got them exactly where you want them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourseductionstylequiz/"&gt;What Is Your Seduction Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-114389402153600567?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114389402153600567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114389402153600567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/04/charmer.html' title='The Charmer'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-114389395239023010</id><published>2006-04-01T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T20:19:12.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart is Green..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Heart Is Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/green.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love completes you, but that doesn't mean you seek it out.&lt;br /&gt;When love comes your way, you integrate it peacefully into the rest of you life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: Laid back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky first date: Walking around aimlessly and talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream lover: Is both enthusiastic and calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you bring to relationships: Balance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Color Heart Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-114389395239023010?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114389395239023010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114389395239023010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-heart-is-green.html' title='my heart is Green..'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-114389376342231097</id><published>2006-04-01T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T20:16:03.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My true love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your True Love Is a Taurus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/taurus.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you'll love a Taurus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic and sentimental, a Taurus can provide you with the security you need.&lt;br /&gt;And you both share a fondness for the finest things, from great food to luxury vacations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a Taurus will love you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the honesty and direct approach that down to earth Taurus desires.&lt;br /&gt;And enough elegance to show a Taurus a few new decadent delights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/"&gt;What Sign Is Your True Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-114389376342231097?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114389376342231097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114389376342231097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-true-love.html' title='My true love..'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-114389269809862522</id><published>2006-04-01T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T19:58:18.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My personality profile..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#bfe9ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#def4ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;You have high extroversion.You are outgoing and engaging, with both strangers and friends.You truly enjoy being with people and bring energy into any situation.Enthusiastic and fun, you're the first to say "let's go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;You have medium conscientiousness.You're generally good at balancing work and play.When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;You have medium agreeableness.You're generally a friendly and trusting person.But you also have a healthy dose of cynicism.You get along well with others, as long as they play fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;You have low neuroticism.You are very emotionally stable and mentally together.Only the greatest setbacks upset you, and you bounce back quickly.Overall, you are typically calm and relaxed - making others feel secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is medium.You are generally broad minded when it come to new things.But if something crosses a moral line, there's no way you'll approve of it.You are suspicious of anything too wacky, though you do still consider creativity a virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-114389269809862522?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114389269809862522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114389269809862522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-personality-profile.html' title='My personality profile..'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-114363279295507301</id><published>2006-03-29T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T19:46:32.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #96d6c5" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Lily&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c5efe4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatflowerareyouquiz/lily.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a nurturer and all around natural therapist.People see you as their rock. And they are able to depend on you.You are a soothing influence. You can make people feel better with a few words.Your caring has more of an impact than even you realize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatflowerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flower Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-114363279295507301?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114363279295507301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114363279295507301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-flower.html' title='my flower'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-114363263178674405</id><published>2006-03-29T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T19:43:51.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Eyes Colour.. - purfect..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Eye Color Is Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourinnereyecolorquiz/brown-eyes.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're smart, thoughtful, and the ideal woman for most menYou are kind and easy to trust. Men open up to you like no one else.It's this inner warmness that attracts guys - and makes you an instant soulmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnereyecolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Inner Eye Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-114363263178674405?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114363263178674405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114363263178674405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/03/inner-eyes-colour-purfect.html' title='Inner Eyes Colour.. - purfect..'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-114363126703097967</id><published>2006-03-29T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T19:21:07.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my gem</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Gemstone is Aquamarine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatgemstoneareyouquiz/aquamarine.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Intuitive, tranquil, and trusting.You inspire others to have faith in themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatgemstoneareyouquiz/"&gt;What Gemstone Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-114363126703097967?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114363126703097967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114363126703097967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-gem.html' title='my gem'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-114363032372270905</id><published>2006-03-29T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T19:05:23.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does my candy heart say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Candy Heart Says "First Kiss"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/first-kiss.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a true romantic who brings an innocent hope to each new relationship. &lt;p&gt;You see the good in every person you date, and you relish each step of falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your ideal Valentine's Day date: a romantic dinner your sweetie cooks for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your flirting style: friendly and sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What turns you off: cynics who don't believe in romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why you're hot: you always keep the romance alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Candy Heart Say?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-114363032372270905?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114363032372270905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114363032372270905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-does-my-candy-heart-say.html' title='What does my candy heart say?'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-114336162024282391</id><published>2006-03-26T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T16:27:00.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right brained in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Right Brained In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyourightbrainedorleftbrainedinlovequiz/right.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bit of a drama queen &lt;p&gt;Peacemaker, first to end a fight &lt;p&gt;Good at thinking up creative dates &lt;p&gt;Tend to fall in love and get hurt easily &lt;p&gt;Going with your gut instead of your head &lt;p&gt;Emphathetic and caring, sometimes to a fault &lt;p&gt;Good at recognizing patterns in relationships &lt;p&gt;Been in love many times, perhaps too many to count &lt;p&gt;Wildly passionate and intense when falling in love &lt;p&gt;Spontaneous with relationships, going with the flow &lt;p&gt;Overly visual - can play back past dates like movies in your mind &lt;p&gt;Roses, love poems, and stuffed animals are a good start to winning your heart&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyourightbrainedorleftbrainedinlovequiz/"&gt;Are You Right Brained or Left Brained in Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-114336162024282391?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114336162024282391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114336162024282391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/03/right-brained-in-love.html' title='Right brained in Love'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-114336095313075603</id><published>2006-03-26T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T16:15:53.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's my true sign?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your True Sign Is Scorpio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourtruesignquiz/scorpio.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiery &lt;p&gt;Powerful &lt;p&gt;Ambitious &lt;p&gt;Mysterious &lt;p&gt;Easily Obsessed &lt;p&gt;Full of Charisma &lt;p&gt;Universally Attractive &lt;p&gt;Possesive and Passionate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourtruesignquiz/"&gt;What's Your True Sign?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-114336095313075603?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114336095313075603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114336095313075603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/03/whats-my-true-sign.html' title='What&apos;s my true sign?'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-114329788446154571</id><published>2006-03-25T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:44:44.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>comeback 4 blogging</title><content type='html'>hellozz.. long disappearance from the cyberworld of blogging... been wanting to blog but just that been busy with my results of my final semester which i had to sit for &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; supplementary paper.. i was busy preparing for the paper as well as looking for a permanent job.. went for a couple of interviews but was unsuccessful but i am thankful to &lt;strong&gt;allah&lt;/strong&gt;.. i finally landed myself a job.. working at &lt;strong&gt;alexandra&lt;/strong&gt; as a &lt;strong&gt;trainee technical specialist&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started working yesterday... it was fun &amp; interesting.. hmm.. will be doing morning shift.. due to lotsa project that we have to complete.. i think i have to learn more things at work as the TS is leaving and i have to do wat she has been doing.. haizz.. but its ok.. i will definitely make it.. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays.. come online for a short period of time.. yet i dont know wat to do.. clear emails.. view blogs.. friendster.. thats all.. else i will be editting photos.. my photos.. hehe.. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same routine everyday and it get so bored.. wats there to surf?? i guess theres nothing interesting to look at also.. hmm.. guess it time to stop my nonsense.. alrite.. i shall wrap up here.. shall update interesting info.. til then.. take care..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-114329788446154571?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114329788446154571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114329788446154571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/03/comeback-4-blogging.html' title='comeback 4 blogging'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-114119381821595736</id><published>2006-03-01T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T14:16:58.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been receiving lots of hurting comments</title><content type='html'>Since there is such an overwhelming of hurting comments..  the previous post had been removed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-114119381821595736?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114119381821595736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/114119381821595736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/03/been-receiving-lots-of-hurting.html' title='been receiving lots of hurting comments'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-113962508511049903</id><published>2006-02-10T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T10:31:25.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no phone.. means no life??</title><content type='html'>haizz.. no phone.. means no life? hmm... partially yeah but no.. i think i can still survive..  hehe.. the phone went crazy.. out of sudden when i was praying.. i heard a beep.. i tot it was a msg.. when im done with the prayers.. i went to have a look and i saw that the Push To Talk (PTT) was activated on its own.. and i cant even close the application.. I off the phone.. and on again.. the same problem still there.. i really dont know wat to do.. so i approached my sis for help.. then we took out the mmc card + sim card 4 a while before putting in the things back.. then another problem proped up.. the display screen was flickering even when u are not locking nor unlocking the phone.. after a while, they prompted me to insert sim card.. i switched it off.. after that.. i totally cant on the bloody phone.. haha wat a luck.. i decided to send in my phone for servicing.. at the nokia care centre at century square..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, asked dila 2 accompany me to the nokia care centre.. it is rather hard without a phone when u really need to contact people u cant.. i have no choice.. i was late and i cant even call her... luckily i was only 5 mins late.. so called her using the public phone.. she tot that i was having an extra phone but NO.. i dont have.. haha.. so we went there and there were lotsa people waiting as the centre is not open yet.. i had no choice but to wait at the door as i need to rush for my lecture at 12pm.. so ended up i got the S0001 no.. yay.. so went and explain wats the problem with my phone.. and guess wat when the person was handling the phone.. there is nothing wrong.. and so i asked him.. could it be the software problem.. and since they have to upgrade the software.. they are taking in my phone for 5 DAYS.. damnnit.. can u imagine it.. 5 DAYS without phone is like.. no life at all.. haha..  hmm neva mind la.. i dont think anyone would be contacting me also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess wat.. m wrong.. people been finding and trying to reach me but they cant.. haha.. i was thinking when my phone is in gd condition.. no one find me for anything.. now when my phone is not with me.. everyone is looking for me.. hmm.. strange + wierdy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the official last day at poly before the start of the exams on the 20 feb.. hmm.. have lotsa things to do.. stuudy for exams.. tot of gg for the DND at PAN PACIFIC.. on 29 Mar.. at 6pm... but see how la.. if i have the money.. hehezz.. wish me luck people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, congratulations to all the o-level people who passed their exams flying colours.. m sure u guys have done ur parents proud as well as urself.. the next chapter of ur life will begin soon.. whether u enter poly,jc or ite..  it is still the choice that u are taking that will lead u to the future.. so i am wishing ya all the very best for ur embarkments...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-113962508511049903?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113962508511049903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113962508511049903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-phone-means-no-life.html' title='no phone.. means no life??'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-113921770104579673</id><published>2006-02-06T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T17:22:45.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here i come despite the migraine that is killing me..</title><content type='html'>migraines are hell of time killing me.. haizz wat the heck man.. since the past few days i've been getting migraine.. and damned it.. can' take it.. feel like banging my head on the wall but i can't.. haizz.... hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i come to tp as early as nine.. just to do project as the dateline is tml.. but when i arrived, no soul was there.. i was so pissed coz despite me not feeeling well.. i still make an effort to come down and finish it up.. another reason, i came early is to hand up my assignment that is due on friday, 3rd Feb.. i totally forgotten to hand in up due to being so engrossed in my mssd project.. the moment i reached bedok.. i was like, " oh shit.. i forgot to pass up my assignment..!! wat am i supposed to do.. i can't be possibly going back to tp just put the damn thing in the pigeon and heed back again.. thats way out of the question.. hehe.. so i decided to email the lecturer the moment i got home and informing her of the late submission.. " she didn't email me back so i just went to submit it this morning at nine since the rest of the member haven't turned up yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my breakfast with shalini while waiting for the rest to come.. before that .. i called up each one of them and screwed them up.. it is no excuse of not turning up and finishing the project.. two of the member arrived at 10 while the other one arrived at almost 10.40am.. haizz.. all woke up late.. and to make things worse they didn't even reply to my sms informing them that we have to meet up and finish up the project by today by hook or crook.. i heck care if i have to stay til 10pm in sch to finish it up.. they likewise have to do the same.. else they'll see the bad side of zamira.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were doing our project at I-ZONE.. One of the pc was already logged in the one that my fren was using.. While he tried to plug in my thumb drive, he noticed that there is a thumb drive left behind by someone.. so they took it out and plug mine.. Ivan check out the content in the thumb drive that he had found.. i told him.. not to do anything bout it.. But wat he did was.. he dismantle the chain that was attached to the thumb drive.. he placed the chain ontop of the cpu that he was using and pass the drive to charlton.. after they left..the person came to find it for his drive.. but he couldn't find it.. i wanted to tell him but i don't know his name and before i could even say to him.. he left.. after a while he came back and sat at the station diagonally behind me.. so i turned to him and asked him.. are u looking for ur thumbdrive? he said yes.. then i continued.. saying that one of my took it and if u could wait i can get it for you.. in the meantime let me try to get hold of him.. so he asked for my no.. and he said that i looked familiar.. do u know nisha.. i said.. u mean sharon nisha.. of course man.. i do.. she is my mother brother daughter.. haha.. then he said no wonder.. he have seen me ard.. well... his name is aqmal.. called ivan to ask him where he put the chain and i gave him the chain.. then i went in search of which lt my fren is having lecture at.. they had lecture at lt 50.. so together with him.. i went to find charlton.. get his thumbdrive back from him.. and gave him back.. he was like "thank you so much zamira.. i really owe u one..".. haha.. that was one of the thing that i think really make my day.. when ur help is being appreciated.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really into Qazi Touqeer &amp;amp; Ruprekha Banerjee song.. Jodi no 1. (Karoon Kya).. damned nice.. check it out ppl.. m sure u guys will like it too... shall update more whats the outcome of my project.. til then.. gtg.. take care..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-113921770104579673?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113921770104579673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113921770104579673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/02/here-i-come-despite-migraine-that-is.html' title='here i come despite the migraine that is killing me..'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-113920395155054273</id><published>2006-02-06T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T13:32:31.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qazi Touqeer &amp; Ruprekha Banerjee - Karoon Kya</title><content type='html'>karoon kya dekhu rasta tera raat din yahaan har ghadi sanam&lt;br /&gt;karoon kya jeena mushkil hua tere bin yahaan hain teri kasam - 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kutch bhi kabhi na socha bhala&lt;br /&gt;dil ko mere deewana kar dala&lt;br /&gt;na neend hain na chain hain&lt;br /&gt;ab toh mujhe kahi&lt;br /&gt;ek bekhudi khayalon pe hai chayi&lt;br /&gt;jeene na de mujhe yeh tanhai&lt;br /&gt;tu hi mujhe aaye nazar dekhu jidhar wahi&lt;br /&gt;karoon kya dekhu rasta tera raat din yahaan har ghadi sanam&lt;br /&gt;karoon kya jeena mushkil hua tere bin yahaan hain teri kasam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tere siwa koi na mera saathi&lt;br /&gt;tere liye hua main jazbaati&lt;br /&gt;shaamon sehar din dopahar&lt;br /&gt;betaab main rahu&lt;br /&gt;tune mujhe bada hi tadpaya&lt;br /&gt;tera nasha khayalon pe hai chaya&lt;br /&gt;tanha hu main kya haal hain&lt;br /&gt;kaise bhala kahoon&lt;br /&gt;(karoon kya dekhu rasta tera raat din yahaan har ghadi sanam&lt;br /&gt;karoon kya jeena mushkil hua tere bin yahaan hain teri kasam) - 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-113920395155054273?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113920395155054273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113920395155054273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/02/qazi-touqeer-ruprekha-banerjee-karoon.html' title='Qazi Touqeer &amp; Ruprekha Banerjee - Karoon Kya'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-113885855116158556</id><published>2006-02-02T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T13:47:56.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Loves You</title><content type='html'>something to share with you ppl which i have come across n think that it is really true... so fastern ur belt n enjoy it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somebody Loves You - by William Ainsworth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say nobody loves you&lt;br /&gt;It really isn't true&lt;br /&gt;Never think nobody cares&lt;br /&gt;Or wants to marry you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never think that in this world&lt;br /&gt;There isn't one for you&lt;br /&gt;A special someone for your heart&lt;br /&gt;To love you oh so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I know someone far away&lt;br /&gt;Who holds you very dear&lt;br /&gt;Who thinks about you every moment&lt;br /&gt;And wishes you were near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who'd give most anything&lt;br /&gt;To have you as his wife&lt;br /&gt;Who'd love, honor and obey&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of his life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this man so very well&lt;br /&gt;I also know that he&lt;br /&gt;Would never ever give you up&lt;br /&gt;For that man is me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-113885855116158556?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113885855116158556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113885855116158556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/02/somebody-loves-you.html' title='Somebody Loves You'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-113884132492922673</id><published>2006-02-02T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T08:48:44.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend at the Beach [27/1 - 28/1/06]</title><content type='html'>27.1.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekend at the beach is rather boring... hehee.. ok la.. not too bad.. didnt really enjoy.. hahah.. not much company there.. many people didnt turn up.. ended up.. just sit n enjoy the scenery... haizz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as night began to fall.. the amt of people getting lesser and lesser.. most of us played volley ball.. pick up the pebbles using chopsticks, football.. hehe... and our stomach began to give out sounds.. hungry.. hungry.. want to get something to eat.. whats there to eat.. fried mee hoon, mandarin oranges, beef steak, some deserts.. and lots more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.1.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still at the beach.. the water is calling out to me.... come n jump into the sea.. it very tempting.. when it is high tide.. i cant wait any longer.. no i cant.. so there i go.. jumping into the sea.. in less than 2 hours.. i out of there.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.. im not scared of being dark... no.. it is just that i am very tired.. body all aching after sleeping on the benches at the hut..... haha.. damn cold.. its so windy... hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time i get back.. i was so tired to do anything.. had another shower and then poof.. off to bed.. LOL..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-113884132492922673?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113884132492922673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113884132492922673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/02/weekend-at-beach-271-28106.html' title='Weekend at the Beach [27/1 - 28/1/06]'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-113815619234718863</id><published>2006-01-25T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T10:30:02.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Link 2 my photo page</title><content type='html'>as promised...&lt;br /&gt;here is the link to my presentation photos..&lt;br /&gt;enjoy.. n ya do leave ur comments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crazy-lover.fotopages.com"&gt;http://crazy-lover.fotopages.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-113815619234718863?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113815619234718863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113815619234718863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/01/link-2-my-photo-page.html' title='Link 2 my photo page'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-113815359320298366</id><published>2006-01-25T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T09:46:33.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>haloooo people... finally the presentation are over... haizz... one burden off my head.. hehee..c",) but there are still other burdens that i have to think about.. my projects and the ultimately are my exams.. how could i ignore it.. that would be a disaster.. errmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the story on wat happened during my presentation.. hmm.. let see and recall.. olritezz.. here it goes... came to school early.. to print my MP report as well as edit the storyboard outline plus the presentation slides.. went to I-Zone.. but it was closed due to some maintenance.. so i had no choice to walk all the way to the cyber-centre that is near to mensa canteen.. bought paper at TP Bookstore and went to print those stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to engineering and slack awhile before the presentation.. since im a vain pot.. i took pictures.. hahaha.. i love taking pics... hehehe.. (.")(",).. lucky for me.. my sis offered to make-up for me as she is on mc on that day.. and yeah i look diff i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the presentation... tada.. hehehe.. i spoke too fast that my L&amp;C have to tell me to slow down.. hahah.. moreover, it was a rather short one.. haizz.. but wat to do.. i cant lengthen my speech.. haizz.. and when i look at the lecturer.. im at a loss of speech.. hahaha... wat the heck man.. but thank god i passed.. yay!!!.. after the presentation.. we took more pictures.. hmm.. photo session..  will update the pics for u to see.. til then take care..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-113815359320298366?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113815359320298366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113815359320298366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/01/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-113795294866262519</id><published>2006-01-23T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T02:08:28.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Values Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Values Reflection&lt;br /&gt;(My Journey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Admission No: 0304991C&lt;br /&gt;Name: ZAMIRA BINTE IBRIAM&lt;br /&gt;Class: A322&lt;br /&gt;Acad Year: 2005&lt;br /&gt;Submission Date: 1/23/2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's alot of things in life that one has to go through. Some of them are successes and some are failures. When people attained success, it brings them happiness and encouragement to go futher, beyond what it takes them. But when people attained failures, it brings down their hope and faith that they can go on and can do better next time. They often forget that failure is the stepping stone to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, i couldn`t make it to polytechnic after O`levels in the year 2000. i had been offered a place in ITE and only one choice at Singapore Poly, doing Maritime Transportation. But when the result are out, i got in at ITE. People have many perception about ITE student, being a bad example, and they are in bad companies. But, what they they say and think about is all wrong. Not all people are bad, it really have to depend on oneself. If you stick to your principles, nothing can go wrong, if you choose to join the bad companies, the choice is yours. I have been in the instituion for 2 years, the experience i gained from there is really useful. People thought that ITE Students cannot study, dropped-out students, playful but in-fact no, they are the one that excel far. They even go to poly and some even futher their studies after their 2 year at ITE, that shows they can make it. But they take longer routes, same goes with me. It is a worthwhile ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt alot in my participation in the various activities of my life journey. Some of the lesson learnt is that, `without parents blessing, you cannot get anywhere`. Therefore, it is important to get their blessing in whatever we do, be it in job seeking, studies, relationship, then only we can attain success. Another thing i have learnt, in my life journey, that is `there is always a blessing in disguise`. I had to retake my emaths 3 again during my 2.2 semester. I was losing hope and faith as i was very weak in maths and at the same time i also learnt another lesson that is, ` learnt to be independent and never to depend on people`, my matespromised to teach me maths but they didn`t. i was kinda irritated and pissed off as they only say but there was no action at all. So i promised myself that no matter what happen, i will strive hard myself and prove them wrong. Even without their help, i still can pass through the module. By god`s grace, i have made it through. I passed the module with B+. A great achievement and success for me. I would thank Mr Vick for his good teaching, because of his teachings, i had made it through and course not forgetting my own effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very friendly and outgoing person, a person who always known to help people even though i can`t, i still try my level best. Another thing is that all my friends say that i am smiley person, everywhere i go, i will put on a big smile. That is my trademark. Many people will walk in and out of our life but only a few will stay. But for this i should less than a few would go and help you when you are in need and it is really hard to find a true friend. Overall, i should say, it is indeed a good one as i am able to meet and know people of different character working style. They really boost up my confident in whatever i am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have developed values like respect, integrity, compassion, cooperation, perseverance, initiative, loyalty and independent learning such as problem based learning during my 3 years duration in Temasek Poly. These values would prove handy and useful in years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life journey have helped me in numerous way, such as meet new acquantainces, developed new skills that would be useful in future endaevours. I have attained successes as well as failures and it really help me to overcome fears and obstacles along the way. I still remember, during my SIP in 3.1, i was attached to Agilent Technologies with my team-mate Ivan. We are the only 2 students from poly and the rest are from University undergoing Industrial attachement. We had to help each other from time to time and learnt that teamwork, is one of the important factor. Havingthechance to work in the industry, it really helps me to know how is it like to work in a `working` world where it is far more different from school environment. It helps to build up our communication factor, adjusting to the environment and learnt to be independent. It is really a memorable experience that i would remember and taking it as a stepping stone to working world as well as attaining success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have really lives are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.` - Henry Drummond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`There is nothing spectacular about people who give. They are ordinary people who care enough to get extraordinary things done.` - Anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been good. Life is worth more than what I used to see. Although there is some apprehension on the life outside of the safe environment of the school, I believed that with what I have experienced, it will carry me through to my next phase of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No of words: 924&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-113795294866262519?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113795294866262519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113795294866262519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/01/values-reflection.html' title='Values Reflection'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-113794462486871708</id><published>2006-01-22T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T23:43:44.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAFA TEST</title><content type='html'>nafa test really worked up my muscles in my body.. too sudden of running &amp; exercising:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuttle run,&lt;br /&gt;doing sits up,&lt;br /&gt;standing broad jump,&lt;br /&gt;inflex up-chin,&lt;br /&gt;shuttle run,&lt;br /&gt;sit &amp; reach and&lt;br /&gt;the final one - 2.4km run.. the most tiring one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. failed.. hehe.. just too tired to run.. so i brisk walk n jog.. but then didnt make it to pass.. not compulsory.. well due to sudden of that.. my whole body is aching due to nafa taken yesterday.. haizz.. went to school at 7am.. as the whole test started at 7.15.. but it actually started the test at almost 8.30.. ended almost 11.30.. damn long.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot laugh, i cannot pray, i cannot walk.. pain muscles strain.. wat the heck.. how am i gonna do my presentation tml.. help.. someone help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part of all.. my exams time-table is out.. exams starts on the 20/2 - 24/2.. then i finish school.. cannot wait la.. but stress la.. project havent finish.. some havent even started.. wat la.. lousy members.. that includes me? haizz nope.. im hardworking.. ;) winks.. im good.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m so happy for Irfana.. her marriage is fixed.. congrats to her.. cannot wait to meet n see u gal.. may u have a blissful life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought myself a digital camera.. 8.0 mega pixel, 1.8 inch LTPS Colour LCD screen, 4X digital zoom, pc web camera, still camera, video recording &amp; etc.. and.. guess how many bucks it cost me.... it cost only... $199..  its relatively cheap.. i bought the digi cam during the tp open house..  yay!! finally got myself one.. btw.. shared with my sister.. so it does not cost me much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olritezz i shall end here.. gotta rest.. having my presentation tml.. shall update more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-113794462486871708?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113794462486871708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113794462486871708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/01/nafa-test.html' title='NAFA TEST'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-113777243119881857</id><published>2006-01-20T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T23:53:51.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life..</title><content type='html'>A new season has arrived, a new day has come. It's true that you only get to live once. This life twists and turns from moment.. Embrace every moment with a laugh. Steal away the joys that are hidden in each moment. I am with you, Smile and look at me one time.. Make light of obstacles, dance even in tension. Your heart will even begin to soar, it will kiss the clouds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets shy, sometimes she hides.. When a girl says yes, she stands by it.. This is why women are not like men... Who knows about men, they may turn around at any turn. Now he is someone's, and next he will join with someone else.. Hey, if you're so happy with yourself then why do you come after us? Why do you bring flowers sometimes, a thousand gifts after all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone,then declare before its too late. If you trust someone,then consent to them before its too late.. This is the style by which to steal someone's heart. You are my life, you are my every happiness. You are love itself, you are passion, you are romance itself.. You are my first experience with love, which could not be extinguished, you are that thirst, You are my first wish, you are the last.. My heart's every wound sincerely prays for you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-113777243119881857?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113777243119881857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113777243119881857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/01/life.html' title='Life..'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-113741663716301711</id><published>2006-01-16T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T21:03:58.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technical Presentation Rehearsal</title><content type='html'>today.. no class.. but wat the heck.. i still come back.. to print notes n the most important thing is the technical presentation rehearsal.. haizz.. i wasnt prepared.. not at all.. he knew it.. the lecturer knew it.. my sppech outline also haywired.. wat the heck man.. but nevermind.. i will practise it.. more during this week.. haizz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the tech presentation.. went to pay the bills.. at tampines.. my god.. the queue is damn long.. waited about 1/2 hour to get to my turn.. after that i went to tekka... went to get Lakme Kajal.. had lunch at Ananda Bhavan.. i had plain thosai and tea.. hmm.. long time neva go there.. for a change i went there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought jasmine flowers.. my favourite...  then bought vadai and headed home..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-113741663716301711?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113741663716301711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113741663716301711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/01/technical-presentation-rehearsal.html' title='Technical Presentation Rehearsal'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-113741544207320350</id><published>2006-01-13T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T20:44:02.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-Career Fair @ TP</title><content type='html'>E-Career Fair at TP..  wat more can the graduans or the current batch ask for.. its a complusory thing to go for..  hehe.. especially for those graduating this semester.. theres alot of job available.. which includes SIA, PSA, STARHUB, Kelly Services, Raffles Hotel &amp; etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, ive signed up to go for some talk but due to some unforeseen circumstances.. yeah rite.. haha.. no la.. was actually helping Dila to photocopy her certificates til i missed the 1st talk.. hahaha... its alrite la.. nothing great also.. c",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;applied job at SIA.. but im sure.. i cant get in la.. hehe.. applied for fun.. as the guy was really promoting the job scope thingy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat more can i ask for.. well.. just going with the flow.. hmm.. finally i get to meet up with dila on that day.. after a long time.. afterall.. shez been busy with her work n stuff.. rarely had the time to meet up also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wallet torn at the wrong timing.. haizz.. i had no choice but to search for a new one.. its rather hard not having a wallet.. i asked dila to accompany me after my extrra classes.. so we went in-search of the wallet.. after going round and rounds of searching.. i finally bought myself a new wallet.. guess wat.. all my wallets are PoloSpirit.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after buying the wallet.. dila n me went for early dinner at Pizza-Hut.. and after which both headed home..  quite a tiring day.. LOL.. c'',)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-113741544207320350?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113741544207320350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113741544207320350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/01/e-career-fair-tp.html' title='E-Career Fair @ TP'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-113680620867629055</id><published>2006-01-09T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T19:30:09.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidil-Adha!!</title><content type='html'>hello.. once again.. back after a long time.. hehe.. heres taking the opportunity to wish all muslims, Selamat Hari Raya Aidil-Adha.. enjoy the day with ya loved ones.. take care &amp; cheers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally yesterday, i met up with sulega.. after a long time.. yeah.. but i realised something.. everytime we meet.. the time flies extremely fast.. and we always dine in at delifrance... it like a must.. a routine.. hehehe.. really miss those time we spent during our ite days.. haizz wish could turn back the time.. hehe.. hmm.. am glad that we finally met up despite it was 4 a short while only... hmm.. thanks for treat.. n hopefully.. u will come late often so that i can have the treat.. hehehe.. (",) wat a thought.. nevermind la..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-113680620867629055?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113680620867629055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113680620867629055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/01/selamat-hari-raya-aidil-adha.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidil-Adha!!'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-113626637646029497</id><published>2006-01-03T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T13:32:56.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2006!!</title><content type='html'>hello people.. let welcome 2006.. hopefully, this year would be better than before... words are forgotten but memories are remembered.. 2005 have left us with lots of memories.. be it happiness or sadness.. so we have to take it and look at the brighter side of it.. im sure things would be better.... heres wishing you readers a very happy new year. have a blessed and a blasting one.. may this year brings ya lots of fun &amp; excitement, Joy &amp;amp; happiness that last for a lifetime..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-113626637646029497?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113626637646029497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113626637646029497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2006/01/welcome-2006.html' title='Welcome 2006!!'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-113569691395734933</id><published>2005-12-27T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T23:21:53.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscommunication</title><content type='html'>Miscommunication Anyone??&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. no one??&lt;br /&gt;really no one??&lt;br /&gt;Thats weird..&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;guezz wat.. im one of them.. Laughing off shyly.. (,")(.")&lt;br /&gt;haizz...&lt;br /&gt;it all started like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Superlady turns Chandramukhi on cloud 25..dont mess. said:&lt;br /&gt;hiiii&lt;br /&gt;Superlady turns Chandramukhi on cloud 25..dont mess. said:&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;Superlady turns Chandramukhi on cloud 25..dont mess. said:&lt;br /&gt;ashraff just called me&lt;br /&gt;Superlady turns Chandramukhi on cloud 25..dont mess. said:&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;Superlady turns Chandramukhi on cloud 25..dont mess. said:&lt;br /&gt;was talking to him&lt;br /&gt;Superlady turns Chandramukhi on cloud 25..dont mess. said:&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;zameera said:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Superlady turns Chandramukhi on cloud 25..dont mess. said:&lt;br /&gt;Superlady turns Chandramukhi on cloud 25..dont mess. said:&lt;br /&gt;he said its so hard to c me&lt;br /&gt;Superlady turns Chandramukhi on cloud 25..dont mess. said:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;heyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;on the phone&lt;br /&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;NO LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;hahha&lt;br /&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;was waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;that time i replied AFTER i got on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;after i finished&lt;br /&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;i was waiting for u to reply!&lt;br /&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;heheheheh&lt;br /&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;oh god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;but i left coz was boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;lahhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;i tot u didnt reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;hahha&lt;br /&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;i tot u still on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;NO LAAAR&lt;br /&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;i spoke to u AFTER i finished&lt;br /&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;hehehehheeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;wat la..&lt;br /&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;i really tot u was on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;heheh&lt;br /&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;adiyeeeeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahha&lt;br /&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;wad a joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;thats why la&lt;br /&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;so funnyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;u should have said im done&lt;br /&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;u waiting for me.. i waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;da betul la tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;nallatha poche!&lt;br /&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;hehehehhe&lt;br /&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;i was wondering..zameera is online&lt;br /&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;how come she didnt reply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;i saw u online but u didnt reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahahahahhaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;anywa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;just now ashraff called&lt;br /&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;he was so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;u know after that i smsed him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;onliune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;he didnt reply&lt;br /&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;NOW IM SO ANGRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;why la heeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;he might be busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;busy yeah right&lt;br /&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;i will see when he rpelies later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;soo eee ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;we should blog on wat happen to us today&lt;br /&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;rite rite&lt;br /&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;between u n me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;hehehe of course!!!&lt;br /&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;waitin for HOURS&lt;br /&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;i did go n have dinner just now though&lt;br /&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah man..&lt;br /&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;u sure did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;u leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;no la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Superlady says:&lt;br /&gt;not yet dinner ah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;zameera says:&lt;br /&gt;not hungry la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall add on later whats happenin.. hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-113569691395734933?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113569691395734933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113569691395734933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/12/miscommunication.html' title='Miscommunication'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-113566015895438194</id><published>2005-12-27T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T13:09:18.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays are Here Once again...</title><content type='html'>guez wat!! its the one week vacations for me...  yay.. hooooorraaaaaay!! but what the heck.. i still have to go back to school.. :'( sob..sob.. nevamind its still vacation.. nevertheless will still enjoy it.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u guys noticed something.. yeah.. are u thinking wat i am thinking.. yes u are right.. i changed my blog layout once more... you must be thinking.. this gal must be super free to change her blog layout every now and then.. like no one business.. well thats me.. if i have the time.. i would change my blog layout.. its all depend on my mood.. yes mood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas been a boring day though.. neva go out.. just slack &amp; relax at home.. was supposed to go to my friend's invitation for xmas but i didnt go as i have no company to.. so i just relax and clean my cupboard.. now its super neat &amp;amp; pleasant to look at..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spend my whole time using the pc.. my sis been nagging at me.. using non-stop.. haizz wat to do.. thats my habit.. my hobby.. my life.. haha.. talking bout that... that reminds me.. i havent paid the internet bill.. it is so stupid of starhub.. they didnt even gave me the bill for the last two months.. and now.. one shot of 3 months bill.. oh my god.. when i saw the bill i was like damn!! its too much.. and afterall its not my fault.. they didnt send me the bill.. when i called them up.. the customer service officer was really rude to me.. i feel like scolding him but i cant be bothered with such a person.. damn!! im just gonna pay for the two months bill.. the other month gonna bring it forward.. heck care with the starhub people.. (,")(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-113566015895438194?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113566015895438194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113566015895438194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/12/holidays-are-here-once-again.html' title='Holidays are Here Once again...'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-113543733463311981</id><published>2005-12-24T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T23:15:34.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm...</title><content type='html'>THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;1. zamira&lt;br /&gt;2. za&lt;br /&gt;3. zamir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;1. zameera&lt;br /&gt;2.  -zamira- ...In your eyes I know I'll find the light to light my way...&lt;br /&gt; 3. -zamira- .... . .... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. MY TEMPER&lt;br /&gt;2. Tantrums maybe..&lt;br /&gt;3. er...nothing much though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;1. my smile..&lt;br /&gt;2. Funny lively people&lt;br /&gt;3. My dad features.. wish i am taller.. haizz.. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. SNAKESSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;2. EXAMS&lt;br /&gt;3. death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1. SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;2. PHONECALLS &amp; SMS&lt;br /&gt;3. HUGS N KISSES.HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. long pants with CENT t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;2. my pony tail hair&lt;br /&gt;3. a sleepy look /-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Raghav&lt;br /&gt;2. BackstreetBoys&lt;br /&gt;3. Jay Sean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE SONGS:&lt;br /&gt;1. dil ne yeh kaha- dhadkan&lt;br /&gt;2. Main teri mohabbat- tridev&lt;br /&gt;3. Oh priyasakhi- priyasakhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;br /&gt;1. Loyalty&lt;br /&gt;2. Trust&lt;br /&gt;3. Sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. That look in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;2. A hot smile from him&lt;br /&gt;3. his body.. errm.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. sms&lt;br /&gt;2. talk&lt;br /&gt;3. write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. call my fren.. &lt;br /&gt;2. sleep&lt;br /&gt;3. meet my fren.. i wish i could.. dream on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1. europe&lt;br /&gt;2. Taj Mahal.&lt;br /&gt;3. turkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE KIDS' NAMES YOU LIKE:&lt;br /&gt;1. sarfaraaz&lt;br /&gt;2. zaheera&lt;br /&gt;3. sonia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. perform umrah or haj with family.&lt;br /&gt;2. Have a kid at least&lt;br /&gt;3. Get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:&lt;br /&gt;1. look at pretty gals&lt;br /&gt;2. soccer my passion&lt;br /&gt;3. jamming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:&lt;br /&gt;1. biggest vain pot on earth.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate reading.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am an accesories freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CELEB CRUSHES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Madhavan&lt;br /&gt;2. abhishek bachan&lt;br /&gt;3. jay sean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS SURVEY NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. hajira&lt;br /&gt;2. Dila?????&lt;br /&gt;3. braindead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-113543733463311981?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113543733463311981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113543733463311981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/12/hmmm.html' title='hmmm...'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-113542999020351292</id><published>2005-12-24T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T21:13:10.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally the test is OVER!!</title><content type='html'>finally im back.. the term test is over.. can have a break once again.. a week.. but im sure it doesnt seem like a break.. coz i still have to go back to sch to do project and teaching notes.. so many things to do..  haizz.. i met up with dila yesterday and once again dila and i wrote a poem together after a long time.. so heres to share the piece.. entitled.. LOVE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..:: Love ::.. - Zameera &amp; Dila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love...&lt;br /&gt;Love is neither sweet nor salty&lt;br /&gt;Love makes the world goes round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;A mixture of happiness and gloominess&lt;br /&gt;A mixture of laughter and tears&lt;br /&gt;A mixture of giving and taking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love makes life beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Love brings a smile to oneself&lt;br /&gt;Love gives hope and faith to oneself&lt;br /&gt;Love a miracle that one can hope for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these has packaged&lt;br /&gt;A much needed parcel called " LOVE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the package&lt;br /&gt;I've got from you, My Dear...&lt;br /&gt;I shall keep it safely&lt;br /&gt;And lock it deep in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;For this delirium is rare &amp;amp; priceless&lt;br /&gt;And I shall make mine in a package too,&lt;br /&gt;And send it back to you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-113542999020351292?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113542999020351292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113542999020351292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/12/finally-test-is-over.html' title='Finally the test is OVER!!'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-113479451263843697</id><published>2005-12-17T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:41:52.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How R U iN LovE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give and take equally in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/"&gt;How Are You In Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-113479451263843697?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113479451263843697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113479451263843697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-r-u-in-love.html' title='How R U iN LovE?'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-113431878419265690</id><published>2005-12-12T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T18:07:10.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M Back!!</title><content type='html'>guezz wat.. finally am back to the cyber-world of blogging.. been quite a while since my last entry.. cant help it.. been busy with projects and test that is coming up.. the week after this.. m taking 3 papers.. hopefully to do them well.. so i guess i wont be blogging often.. since the MP report is due during the term test week.. and exams are very near.. i shall concentrate on the exams.. and after tat.. will be back again.. olritezz.. please dua for me people.. thanks alot.. til im back.. do take care and enjoy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-113431878419265690?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113431878419265690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113431878419265690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/12/m-back.html' title='M Back!!'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-113376189864326766</id><published>2005-12-05T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T13:51:38.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Scent Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Scent is Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatscentareyouquiz/rose.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Delicate, feminine, and softYour personality is fresh and understated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatscentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Scent Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-113376189864326766?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113376189864326766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113376189864326766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-scent-are-you.html' title='What Scent Are You?'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-113376132985058632</id><published>2005-12-05T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T13:42:09.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Luv Qoutes Suits You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f8e8ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Love Quote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#fcf3ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;True love stories never have endings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatlovequotesuitsyouquiz/"&gt;What Love Quote Suits You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-113376132985058632?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113376132985058632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113376132985058632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-luv-qoutes-suits-you.html' title='What Luv Qoutes Suits You?'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-113376114765238053</id><published>2005-12-05T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T13:39:07.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You A Goooood Girlfriend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #ffe7f3" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are a Great Girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fef4f9"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/goodgirlfriendquiz/great-girlfriend.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When it comes to your guy, you're very thoughtfulBut you also haven't stopped thinking of yourselfYou're the perfect blend of independent and caringYou're a total catch - make sure your guy knows it too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/goodgirlfriendquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Girlfriend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-113376114765238053?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113376114765238053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113376114765238053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/12/are-you-goooood-girlfriend.html' title='Are You A Goooood Girlfriend?'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-113328285755753812</id><published>2005-11-29T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T00:47:37.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprised surprised....</title><content type='html'>surprised surprised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/1600/Image(057).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/200/Image%28057%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day that I long been awaiting had finally arrived...&lt;br /&gt;My Sis's Engagement... 27/11/05&lt;br /&gt;Lots of preparation has been done.. before the day arrived...&lt;br /&gt;for me.. i have&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/1600/Image(058).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/200/Image%28058%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; taken the decision to decorate the bride's room together with bubu pheroza and shahirah.. finally i got it my way..&lt;br /&gt;Jasmin flowers combined with orchid flowers.. here are the pics... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/1600/Image(059).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/200/Image%28059%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the pic of the antarans... the gift from the guy side to the bride......... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/1600/Image(060).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/200/Image%28060%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/200/Image%28061%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;here is some photos of the bride... in her &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/1600/Image(062).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/200/Image%28062%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;punjabi suit in the evening.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/200/Image%28063%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/1600/Image(064).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/200/Image%28064%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bride cutting her engagement cake...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-113328285755753812?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113328285755753812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113328285755753812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/11/surprised-surprised.html' title='surprised surprised....'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-113155173760186032</id><published>2005-11-09T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T00:46:48.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just When U tot this Blog has long been Forgotten..</title><content type='html'>Just when you thought this blog has long been forgotten.. i have made a come back to the world of cyber.. been busy with fasting month and next came hari raya and my school has already open.. coming to a week.. oh man thats fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updatez for ya.. happenings in my life.. let start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2.11.05&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eve of hari raya.. as usual.. busy with the last of the last spring cleaning before everything will be olritezz.. haizz.. tiring day.. feel that this year the cleaning doesn't finish at all.. by right usually by 5.. finish all the spring cleaning for the previous years but this year exceptional.. didn't wondering and pondering on whats the cause of it.. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3.11.05&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year hari raya is very special.. cause' it has a double celebration, in conjuction with my birthday.. enjoyed the day though theres no birthday celebration.. hehe.. how to when my house is packed with guest.. LOL.. but alhamdulillah.. it went perfectly fine.. and ive turned 22.. cannot believe it.. and my twin is getting engaged real soon.. on the 27.11.05..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;4.11.05&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensation news on the web.. haha.. ive gotten my time-table.. was happy that i has no class on monday and my time table is very relax.. but i realised something that i dont have an elective. i was shocked.. and i panicked.. coz i didnt know that i need to choose an elective until linda told me that we have to choose.. i was irritated and pissed off cause i didnt choose as i didn't know and to make things worse.. none of my "so-called" friends informed me about it.. and theres no email about it.. so i didnt choose my elective.. i couldn't sleep and concentrate cause i was thinking of what is happening to my life in poly.. i wouldnt want to stay an extra semester because of it.. juz of 3 credit unit... i called up the lecturers but none picked up my call.. i wasn't happy bout it.. so i juz brood over the issue during the weekend.. haizz.. not forgetting.. ive received a present from linda.. thnx alot.. really love it.. to dila.. thnx for ur early advanced present.. really love it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;5.11.05&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much done on this day.. juz stay at home.. and relax..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;6.11.05&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to do visiting at the far end of s'pore.. still its not finished yet... came back late.. tired n landed on my bed.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7.11.05&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poly officially open today but as for me... it only starts on the 8.11.05.. but still despite having no class.. i had to come back to school to appeal for my elective module... during the weekend.. i had emailed the course manager, the year leader and the person in-charge of the time table.. but none replied to my email.. so i had no choice but to reach poly at 9 am and look for them.. but then.. i couldnt get them.. about 10 am i went to meet ivan and together with him.. we went in search of the course manager.. i saw someone.. wondering and looking at the noticeboard.. so i approached him.. i didnt know that he is john leong.. i was talking to him.. " sir i have a major problem.. its actually me and my team mate dont have our elective module. i have tried to get john leong but i couldnt get thru.. " i am john leong.. he said" i was like ooh ok.. hehe.. mr barnabas also i couldnt get thru.. i need your help.. i am currently in my 3rd year 2nd semester.. and my timetable is able to slot in the elective module... i need to get it this semester.. he wrote down my name, matric no and my phone number.. and he said he'll refer me to mdm wee.. so i was like ok.. atleast someone of higher authority knows our situaution.. and so he told me and my fren to get a form at the smart home and fill in it but unfortunately.. there is no form for elective module except for adding or dropping cds.. so i called him back.. he told me that mdm wee is there so i went to see her. but unfortunately.. she is busy and she told me that she'll get back to me at 12 plus but she didn't.. i started to worry.. at about 2 pm she called me.. informed me that i had successfully gotten the elective module and i am required to take note of the changes in my timetable.. im happy... i finally gotten my elective and insyaallah am able to graduate this feb 2006.. and i could sleep peacefully.. haha.. at last.. thanks for all your help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;8.11.05&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started class.. nothing so stress but tired.. n sleepy.. not yet adjust to the timing yet but hopefully to get used to it asap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;9.11.05&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;formed group for my elective module.. i had to mix with the year 2 semester 2 student.. but ok la.. am able to communicate with them.. hopefully a worthwhile one.. came back and slept for a short while then went out at nitezz to do visiting... came back n tired... i better get into bed.. eyes can't open.. tml i have 8 am class... byezz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-113155173760186032?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113155173760186032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/113155173760186032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-when-u-tot-this-blog-has-long.html' title='Just When U tot this Blog has long been Forgotten..'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112998661918008602</id><published>2005-10-22T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T21:10:19.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Back</title><content type='html'>Yeah.. way to go.. finally am back... after a long time.. been busy and at the same time my internet was suspended due to late payment of 3 months.. haha... but now.. everything is back to normal.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, i had to drag myself to the clinic.. i had to.. i didn't want to.. but i have to.. haizz... haven't been well this few day.. had fever... sore throat.. runny nose.. watery eyes.. its bad.. luckily for me.. when the doctor took my temperature it was normal.. 36.5.. but as u know.. the fever always come and go.. so i had no choice but to get medicine.. every year this event will repeat of getting sick and all.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i went to the clinic yesterday nite but it was closed.. i didn't know that.. hmm.. so i had to go today.. anyway.. finally, i have returned my burger king uniform.. after a long period of time abt 6 months.. haahaha.. the manager that i don't like.. is no longer there.. she is transferred to T1.. hmmm... better.. LOL...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i renew my contract with starhub on friday and i finally gotten myself a new phone.. Nokia 3230.. my previous phone that was sony ericsson K500I was spoilt... so when i had the opportunity.. i grab it.. neva leave that chance that i had.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, today i got my pay.. haizz... helped my mum to do pineapple tart.. hmm... delicious.. but i only have one.. due to my throat condition.. hehe.. once i'm well will definitely have more of that.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is flying fast.. before i know it.. its almost the end of fasting month.. and my school is restarting soon.. on the 7/11/05.. 4 days after hari raya... wish i have longer holidays.. but i guess it alrite.. have more than enough rest.. must get my engine to start running before it start to rust.. LOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112998661918008602?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112998661918008602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112998661918008602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/10/finally-back.html' title='Finally Back'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112893242893174711</id><published>2005-10-10T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T16:20:28.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are the key to my heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112893242893174711?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112893242893174711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112893242893174711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-are-key-to-my-heart.html' title='What are the key to my heart?'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112893182329553553</id><published>2005-10-10T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T16:10:23.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats my hidden Talent?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#B9D3EE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/flowers.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both very knowledgeable and creative.You tend to be full of new ideas and potential - big potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas like yours could change the world, if you build them.&lt;br /&gt;As long as you don't stop working on your dreams, you'll get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112893182329553553?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112893182329553553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112893182329553553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/10/whats-my-hidden-talent.html' title='Whats my hidden Talent?'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112893153833197869</id><published>2005-10-10T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T16:05:38.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats my Power Colour?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Power Color Is Red-Orange&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/red-orange.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;You are warm, sensitive, and focused on your personal growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;You become defensive and critical if you feel attacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;You are loyal - but you demand the respect you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;You are very affectionate and inspire trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;"Am I Respected?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112893153833197869?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112893153833197869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112893153833197869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/10/whats-my-power-colour.html' title='Whats my Power Colour?'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112893080985834977</id><published>2005-10-10T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T15:53:29.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does My BirthDate Means?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #e6e6fa" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: November 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being born on the 3rd day of the month is likely to add a good bit of vitality to your life. The energy of 3 allows you bounce back rapidly from setbacks, physical or mental. There is a restlessness in your nature, but you seem to be able to portray an easygoing, "couldn't care less" attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a natural ability to express yourself in public, and you always make a very good impression. Good with words, you excel in writing, speaking, and possibly singing. You are energetic and always a good conversationalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a keen imagination, but you tend to scatter your energies and become involved with too may superficial matters. You are affectionate and loving, but sometimes too sensitive. You are subject to rapid ups and downs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112893080985834977?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112893080985834977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112893080985834977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-does-my-birthdate-means.html' title='What Does My BirthDate Means?'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112893063898880461</id><published>2005-10-10T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T15:50:39.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Profile</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #e1e1e1" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e1e1e1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/blue.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dependable, popular, and observant.Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness.In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unique, creative, and expressive.You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while.And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112893063898880461?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112893063898880461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112893063898880461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/10/personality-profile.html' title='Personality Profile'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112848842598213592</id><published>2005-10-05T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T13:03:16.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan Al - Mubarak</title><content type='html'>DeaR readers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the long disappearance.. my internet has been suspended... due to that i am unable to blog recently.. i am at sch now so.. can finally blog.. yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly.. ramadhan al - mubarak to all the muslims.. may you always be blessed with barkah, iman and lots of amal during this holy month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly.. i passed my 4 months of torture.. heehehe.. my sip.. has been over.. yes finally.. no more of travelling long distance.. hehehehe.. but one thing for sure.. i miss the working environment there.. the food.. the people..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112848842598213592?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112848842598213592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112848842598213592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/10/ramadhan-al-mubarak.html' title='Ramadhan Al - Mubarak'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112770858024875032</id><published>2005-09-26T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T12:23:55.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged Anyone??</title><content type='html'>hmm.. i've been requested to do this.. haha.. pretty bad at this though.. like real.. hehe... so ppl here it goes.. more facts about me.. LoL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that (will) scare me :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death of loved ones&lt;br /&gt;Snakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that I love most : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To watch movies (any kind)&lt;br /&gt;Eat Ice-Cream&lt;br /&gt;Listening to musics (xcept metal, techno)&lt;br /&gt;Travel&lt;br /&gt;Dance&lt;br /&gt;SMS (Freak)&lt;br /&gt;MSN (Freak)&lt;br /&gt;Holidays&lt;br /&gt;To be around loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things I hate most :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;People who treats ladies by the side&lt;br /&gt;Liars&lt;br /&gt;Backstabbers&lt;br /&gt;People who makes use of others for their own beneficial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facts about me :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good at massaging&lt;br /&gt;Short-tempered person&lt;br /&gt;Treasure friendships&lt;br /&gt;Always  smiling&lt;br /&gt;Love to take photos. (Vain Pot)&lt;br /&gt;Will never leave my home without using my perfumes&lt;br /&gt;Friendly&lt;br /&gt;Easy-going&lt;br /&gt;Crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things I can do : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in front of the pc for a long time..&lt;br /&gt;Cook&lt;br /&gt;Talk crap all day long&lt;br /&gt;Dance all day long (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Words I say the most :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really&lt;br /&gt;Is it&lt;br /&gt;Crazy&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, am sure you can make it..&lt;br /&gt;Insyaallah&lt;br /&gt;There's always a blessing in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebs :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani Mukherjee&lt;br /&gt;Uday Chopra&lt;br /&gt;Alessandra Martines&lt;br /&gt;Kim Rossi Stuart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People I love to see doing this :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuradila&lt;br /&gt;Meeran&lt;br /&gt;BrainDead&lt;br /&gt;Aslinda&lt;br /&gt;Malik&lt;br /&gt;Irfana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally its done!! at last.. its over.. yeah.. i am sure, by now people will know bout me.. hehe.. til the next entry.. ciaozz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112770858024875032?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112770858024875032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112770858024875032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/09/tagged-anyone.html' title='Tagged Anyone??'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112764966417754387</id><published>2005-09-25T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T20:01:04.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't It True?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Relationships -- of all kinds -- are like sand held in your hand. Held loosely, with an open hand, the sand remains where it is. The minute you close your hand and squeeze tightly to hold on, the sand trickles through your fingers. You may hold onto some of it, but most will be spilled. A relationship is like that. Held loosely, with respect and freedom for the other person, it is likely to remain intact. But hold too tightly, too possessively, and the relationship slips away and is lost."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We all want to fall in love. Why? Because that experience makes us feel completely alive. Where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into the heavens. It may only last a moment, an hour, an afternoon. But that doesn't diminish its value. Because we are left with memories that we treasure for the rest of our lives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112764966417754387?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112764966417754387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112764966417754387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/09/isnt-it-true.html' title='Isn&apos;t It True?'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112687189958878085</id><published>2005-09-16T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T19:58:19.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/1600/180px-Love_heart_uidaodjsdsew.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/200/180px-Love_heart_uidaodjsdsew.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Defining love&lt;/h3&gt; Just as there are many types of lovers, there are many kinds of love. Love is inherent in all human cultures. It is precisely these cultural differences that make any universal definition of love difficult to establish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressions of love may include the love for a 'soul' or mind, the love of laws and organizations, love for a body, love for nature, love of food, love of money, love for learning, love of power, love of fame, love for the respect of others, et cetera. Different people place varying degrees of import on the kinds of love they receive. Love is essentially an abstract concept, easier to experience than explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Interpersonal love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;Interpersonal love refers to the love between human beings. It is a more potent sentiment than a simple &lt;i&gt;liking&lt;/i&gt; for another. Unrequited love refers to those feelings of love which are not reciprocated. Interpersonal love is most closely associated with interpersonal relationships. Such love might exist between family members, friends, and couples. There are also a number of psychological disorders related to love, such aserotomania.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Some elements that are often present in interpersonal love:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Affection: appreciation of another&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attachment: satisfying basic emotional needs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Altruism: selfless or unselfish concern for another&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reciprocation: if love is mutual&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Commitment: a desire to maintain love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emotional intimacy: sharing emotions and feelings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friendship: the spirit between friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kinship: family bonds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passion: sexual desire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physical intimacy: sharing of intimate personal space&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Self-interest: desiring rewards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Service: desire to help&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sexual energy can be the most important element in determining the shape of a relationship. While sexual attraction often establishes a new bond, sexual intention is considered undesirable or inappropriate in certain love bonds. In many religions and systems of ethics it is considered wrong to act on sexual desire for immediate family, for children, or outside of a committed relationship. However, there are many ways to express passionate love without sex. Affection, emotional intimacy and shared interests are common in friendships and kinships of all human beings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Sternberg's Triangular Theory of Love&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the triangular theory of love, love is characterized by three elements: intimacy, passion and commitment. Each of these elements can be present in a relationship, producing the following combinations:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table border="1" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;caption&gt;Combinations of intimacy, passion, and commitment&lt;/caption&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Liking or friendship&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;intimacy&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Infatuation or limerence&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;passion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Empty love&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;commitment&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Romantic love&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;intimacy&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;passion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Companionate love&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;intimacy&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;commitment&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Fatuous love&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;passion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;commitment&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Consummate love&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;intimacy&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;passion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;commitment&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;  &lt;ol&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Liking&lt;/i&gt; includes only one of the love components - intimacy. In this case, liking is not used in a trivial sense. Sternberg says that this intimate liking characterizes true friendships, in which a person feels a bondedness, a warmth, and a closeness with another but not intense passion or long-term commitment.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Infatuated love&lt;/i&gt; consists solely of passion and is often what is felt as "love at first sight." But without the intimacy and the commitment components of love, infatuated love may disappear suddenly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Empty love&lt;/i&gt; consists of the commitment component without intimacy or passion. Sometimes, a stronger love deteriorates into empty love, in which the commitment remains, but the intimacy and passion have died. In cultures in which arranged marriages are common, relationships often begin as empty love.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Romantic love&lt;/i&gt; is a combination of intimacy and passion. Romantic lovers are bonded emotionally (as in liking) and physically through passionate arousal.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Companionate love&lt;/i&gt; consists of intimacy and commitment. This type of love is often found in marriages in which the passion has gone out of the relationship, but a deep affection and commitment remain.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fatuous love&lt;/i&gt; has the passion and the commitment components but not the intimacy component. This type of love can be exemplified by a whirlwind courtship and marriage in which a commitment is motivated largely by passion, without the stabilizing influence of intimacy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Consummate love&lt;/i&gt; is the only type of love that includes all three components--intimacy, passion and commitment. &lt;i&gt;Consummate love&lt;/i&gt; is the most complete form of love, and it represents the ideal love relationship for which many people strive but which apparently few achieve. Sternberg cautions that maintaining a consummate love may be even harder than achieving it. He stresses the importance of translating the components of love into action. "Without expression," he warns, "even the greatest of loves can die" (1987, p.341).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;h3&gt;Love styles&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Eros — a passionate physical love based on physical appearance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ludus — love is played as a game; love is playful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Storge — an affectionate love that slowly develops, based on similarity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pragma — pragmatic love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mania — highly emotional love; unstable; the stereotype of romantic love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Agape — selfless altruistic love; spiritual&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h3&gt;Love vs. Insanity?&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Studies have shown that mental scans of those in love show a striking resemblance to those with a mental illness. Love creates activity in the same area of the brain that hunger, thirst, and drug cravings create activity in. New love, therefore, could possibly be more physical than emotional (though drawing a clear line between &lt;i&gt;physical&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;emotional&lt;/i&gt; is difficult when discussing the brain).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Over time, this reaction to love mellows, &amp;amp; different areas of the brain are activated, primarily ones involving long-term commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112687189958878085?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112687189958878085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112687189958878085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/09/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112687036811808639</id><published>2005-09-15T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T19:32:48.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Self Confidence</title><content type='html'>Total Self Confidence &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am resourceful and I have the ability to do whatever it takes to succeed, and to support all    those whom I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I enjoy life's challenges, and I learn from everything that happens in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I live each day with passion and power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I feel strong and powerful, happy, and excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have tremendous confidence in my talents and my abilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I meet every situation knowing I am its master. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have deep respect for myself and for everyone I meet each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am committed to perform at the best of my ability in all that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I forgive myself and others easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I am aware of the priceless value of my life and the life of everyone I meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. My confidence is unshakable because I live with integrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I am always at peace because I trust and follow my internal guidance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112687036811808639?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112687036811808639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112687036811808639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/09/total-self-confidence.html' title='Total Self Confidence'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112687001455725771</id><published>2005-09-14T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T19:26:54.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody's perfect, but our imperfections make us interesting.</title><content type='html'>The Tale of the Cracked Pot &lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect, but our imperfections make us interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A water bearer had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you. I have been able to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you've watered them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape. Remember to appreciate all the different people in your life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112687001455725771?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112687001455725771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112687001455725771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/09/nobodys-perfect-but-our-imperfections.html' title='Nobody&apos;s perfect, but our imperfections make us interesting.'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112686865796801018</id><published>2005-09-13T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T19:04:17.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are...</title><content type='html'>You are strong... when you take your grief and teach it to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are brave... when you overcome your fear and help others to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are happy... when you see a flower and are thankful for the blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are loving... when your own pain does not blind you to the pain of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wise... when you know the limits of your wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are true... when you admit there are times you fool yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are alive... when tomorrow's hope means more to you than yesterday's mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are growing... when you know what you are but not what you will become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are free... when you are in control of yourself and do not wish to control others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are honorable... when you find your honor is to honor others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are generous... when you can take as sweetly as you can give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are humble... when you do not know how humble you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are thoughtful... when you see me just as I am and treat me just as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are merciful... when you forgive in others the faults you condemn in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are beautiful... when you don't need a mirror to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are rich... when you never need more than what you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are you... when you are at peace with who you are not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112686865796801018?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112686865796801018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112686865796801018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-are.html' title='You are...'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112686853180538510</id><published>2005-09-12T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T19:02:11.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile Everyday</title><content type='html'>Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...&lt;br /&gt;It's about dancing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday someone might come into your life and love you the way you've always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;If your someday was yesterday, learn.&lt;br /&gt;If your someday is tomorrow, hope.&lt;br /&gt;If your someday is today, cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Smile everyday '&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112686853180538510?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112686853180538510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112686853180538510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/09/smile-everyday.html' title='Smile Everyday'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112688420672646988</id><published>2005-09-11T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T23:25:37.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aeroplane Joke..Damn Funny!!!</title><content type='html'>A British airways flight was going to Tehran from London. When it&lt;br /&gt;close to Tehran it starts having some kind of trouble. The pilot&lt;br /&gt;contacts the air tower at Tehran airport and asks for help:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tehran, this  Captain Smith, British Airways flight 000, do you&lt;br /&gt;read?"&lt;br /&gt;"flight 000,  dis iz tehran felight contorol, go ahead"&lt;br /&gt;"tehran, this is flight 000,  we have a problem"&lt;br /&gt;"dis iz tehran, vat kind of peroblem?"&lt;br /&gt;"this is  flight 000, we have lost power to our engines, please&lt;br /&gt;advise"&lt;br /&gt;"dis iz  tehran, i reed you, peleez check some things for me, ok?"&lt;br /&gt;"this is  flight 000, go ahead"&lt;br /&gt;"dis iz tehran, can you get emergency pover to  your engines?"&lt;br /&gt;"this is flight 000, negative, no power is available"&lt;br /&gt;"dis iz tehran, can you peleez bering your altitutde to 20,000 feet?"&lt;br /&gt;"this is flight 000, negative, our wing controls do not respond"&lt;br /&gt;"dis iz tehran, can you peleez see if you can lower your veels?"&lt;br /&gt;"this is flight 000, negative, landing gears are stuck"&lt;br /&gt;"dis iz  tehran, would you pleeze repeet thez words after me"&lt;br /&gt;"this is flight  000, go ahead"&lt;br /&gt;"dis iz Tehran, repeat thez words peleez:&lt;br /&gt;Ash'hadu'an'laa ilaaha'illAllah, Wa ash hadu anna Muhammadan Rasulullah"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112688420672646988?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112688420672646988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112688420672646988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/09/aeroplane-jokedamn-funny.html' title='Aeroplane Joke..Damn Funny!!!'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112635283100712602</id><published>2005-09-10T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T19:47:11.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mile Tum Se Bichhad Ke Hum</title><content type='html'>Mile Tum Se Bichhad Ke Hum&lt;br /&gt;Mere Saajan Dua Karna&lt;br /&gt;Mile Tum Se Bichhad Ke Hum&lt;br /&gt;Mere Saajan Dua Karna&lt;br /&gt;Sahehaseke Tumhare Hum&lt;br /&gt;Sahehaseke Tumhare Hum&lt;br /&gt;Mere Saajan Dua Karna na na&lt;br /&gt;Mile Tum Se Bichhad Ke Hum&lt;br /&gt; Mere Saajan Dua Karna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulfaat Ke Nasheer Maan Mein Jisne&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Gham Ki Aag Ke Laga Ye Hai&lt;br /&gt;Ulfaat Ke Nasheer Maan Mein Jisne&lt;br /&gt; Yeh Gham Ki Aag Ke Laga Ye Hai&lt;br /&gt;Murkad Jo Humne Dekha Tho&lt;br /&gt;Baas Charuthe Taraf Tanhayee Hai&lt;br /&gt;Baas Charuthe Taraf Tanhayee Hai&lt;br /&gt;Ayee Pyaar Ka Phir Mausam&lt;br /&gt;Mere Saajan Dua  Karna&lt;br /&gt;Ayee Pyaar Ka Phir Mausam&lt;br /&gt; Mere Saajan Dua  Karna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahehaseke Tumhare Hum&lt;br /&gt; Sahehaseke Tumhare Hum&lt;br /&gt; Mere Saajan Dua Karna na na&lt;br /&gt; Mile Tum Se Bichhad Ke Hum&lt;br /&gt;  Mere Saajan Dua Karna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaadon Ki Sulaagthi Raat Mein Hum&lt;br /&gt;Dil Thaam Ke Rooyaa Karte Hain&lt;br /&gt;Yaadon Ki Sulaagthi Raat Mein Hum&lt;br /&gt; Dil Thaam Ke Rooyaa Karte Hain&lt;br /&gt;Badi Hasrat Se Tasveer Teri&lt;br /&gt;Ashkhon Se Bhi Ghoya Karte Hain&lt;br /&gt;Ashkhon Se Bhi Ghoya Karte Hain&lt;br /&gt;Ulfaat Ki Ho Nazrein Karam&lt;br /&gt;Mere Jaanam Dua Karna&lt;br /&gt;Ulfaat Ki Ho Nazrein Karam&lt;br /&gt; Mere Jaanam Dua Karna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahehaseke Tumhare Hum&lt;br /&gt;  Sahehaseke Tumhare Hum&lt;br /&gt;  Mere Hum Dum Dua Karna na na&lt;br /&gt;  Mile Tum Se Bichhad Ke Hum&lt;br /&gt;   Mere Hum Dum Dua Karna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kya Khoob Hum Hain Deewane&lt;br /&gt;Jo Unki Taamanna Karte Hain&lt;br /&gt;Kya Khoob Hum Hain Deewane&lt;br /&gt; Jo Unki Taamanna Karte Hain&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Raaz Hum Mein Maloom Hai Voh&lt;br /&gt;Kisi Aur Chaaha Karte Hain&lt;br /&gt;Kisi Aur Chaaha Karte Hain&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi Pyaar Na Ho Yeh Kaam&lt;br /&gt;Mere Hum Dum Dua Karna&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi Pyaar Na Ho Yeh Kaam&lt;br /&gt; Mere Hum Dum Dua Karna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahehaseke Tumhare Hum&lt;br /&gt;  Sahehaseke Tumhare Hum&lt;br /&gt;  Mere Saajan Dua Karna na na&lt;br /&gt;  Mile Tum Se Bichhad Ke Hum&lt;br /&gt;   Mere Saajan Dua Karna&lt;br /&gt;Ulfaat Ki Ho Nazrein Karam&lt;br /&gt; Mere Jaanam Dua Karna&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi Pyaar Na Ho Yeh Kaam&lt;br /&gt;  Mere Hum Dum Dua Karna&lt;br /&gt;Ayee Pyaar Ka Phir Mausam&lt;br /&gt;  Mere Saajan Dua  Karna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112635283100712602?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112635283100712602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112635283100712602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/09/mile-tum-se-bichhad-ke-hum.html' title='Mile Tum Se Bichhad Ke Hum'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112626940476034746</id><published>2005-09-09T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T20:42:29.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem Written Specially 4 Me Upon Request !!</title><content type='html'>A poem dedicated to Zamira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nee oru alahin saarala, allathu athan motha kuviyala??&lt;br /&gt;Alahe unnidam kadan vaangi thaan athan peyar petratho??&lt;br /&gt;Unnai paarthaal en kangaluku kulirchi.. Illayeal yenaku maberum veelchi&lt;br /&gt;Nee kaadal madu rasathai yen vaayil ootriyadal, Naan sorgathil midakirein.&lt;br /&gt;Unnai ninaithal naragam kooda sorgamaahumae.&lt;br /&gt;Nee illayeal sorgam kooda naragame.&lt;br /&gt;Zamira yenbathu oru alahu devadaiyin maru peyaro??&lt;br /&gt;Un anbu yenum kadalil naan moolhi thavikirein.&lt;br /&gt;Nee illada nerathil vedanayil thavikirein.&lt;br /&gt;Nee yennai veruthaalum, nesithaalum, Naan unmeedu konda kaadal maraathu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A poem written for me upon request.. haha.. thnx alot..&lt;br /&gt;thnx to u my friend, kalam, for writting this poem for me.. really appreciate it.. hehe.. and guys for my friend to write this poem for me.. he has to imagine to be in love to write this poem.. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112626940476034746?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112626940476034746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112626940476034746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/09/poem-written-specially-4-me-upon.html' title='Poem Written Specially 4 Me Upon Request !!'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112593252707537789</id><published>2005-09-05T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T23:02:07.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoyment &amp; Freedom @ Last!!</title><content type='html'>finally, my report had been handed in to my supervisor in TP.. slept late last nitezz abt 2.30am.. at last finish my report after overcoming the hurdle there where i got myself stuck at.. hmm.. a great achievement.. yeah rite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, i thought that i could wake up late as i slept late last nite but i couldn't as i was awaken by my aunt.. hehe.. and there goes my sleep.. haizz.. wanted to print my report but its not possible because my printing paper are all used up.. i had no choice but to go to shop and buy the printing paper.. came back from shop.. still no mood to print.. wished i could sleep but if i were  to do  that, i would  not be able to give in my report.. so ended up.. printed out my report, take my bath, changed and then made my way to TP..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, i met up with linda.. its been a long time since i last saw her.. haizz.. came there late as i accompanied my sis to return her book at the bookstore and took mrt with her to tampines.. there, waited for quite sometimes before i get the bus.. upon reaching there, i an linda went to bind my report and then refund my photocopy card  after which , went up and put it in my supervisor pigeon hole..  had lunch at design.. after that, went to kinokuniya with her and then went to coffee bean to chill and then headed home.. hehe.. long day though.. now am sleepy.. olritezz shall update more.. sum other tymes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112593252707537789?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112593252707537789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112593252707537789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/09/enjoyment-freedom-last.html' title='Enjoyment &amp; Freedom @ Last!!'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112585743635145835</id><published>2005-09-05T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T02:10:36.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/" title="HaloScan Commenting and Trackback"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/a&gt; commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112585743635145835?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112585743635145835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112585743635145835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/09/haloscan-commenting-and-tr_112585743635145835.html' title=''/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112593167688728096</id><published>2005-09-04T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:47:56.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burned Weekend</title><content type='html'>my weekend was burned due to the SIP report writting.. had a hell of time trying to finish it up..  couldn't concentrate.. my mindset wasn't on report... infact my mindset is on the 2 months holidays. haha.. still until now.. haven't finish the report as i am stuck on a certain point of it.. i am getting tired of it.. but wat to do, whether i like it or not.. i will have to finish it up as tomorrow is the dateline for me to hand it up.. hehezz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.. i almost forgot.. shahirah'z b-day.. someone turned 17 today.. wow.. time is really catching up.. and flies so fast that sometimes i feel myself so old... haha... anyway, to shahirah, happy b-day to you.. may allah bless you always with long life, may u find happiness on every walk of your life, pass your exams with colours  and lastly, make your parents proud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haizz am still stuck.. guess will be sleeping late.. alritezz shall go and continue on my report!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112593167688728096?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112593167688728096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112593167688728096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/09/burned-weekend.html' title='Burned Weekend'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112593101154730721</id><published>2005-09-03T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T21:19:52.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry Slam &amp; Lunch @ Swensons!</title><content type='html'>today, had a interesting day.. went to the poetry slam with adila.. at orchard library.. organised by ladyfest. for the 1st time in my life.. i recited my poem to the public.. i was kinda nervous.. but it was a memorable experience.. hmm.. i recited the poem entitled "shattered".. dila recited 2 poems.. "negligence" &amp; "beauty of love".. it was cool.. exciting.. very the unexpected.. heez.. overall.. a great experience that i would not forget..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/1600/Picture(11)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/200/Picture%2811%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/1600/Picture(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/200/Picture%2810%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after the poetry slam.. went to have lunch at swensons.. as we didn't know where else to go.. hehe.. i had chicken baked rice and mocha milkshake.. after having our fill... we went off heading home.. after coming back home.. stranded myself with the SIP (student internship programme) report.. but i couldn't do.. too tired to think so i left it for the next day.. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112593101154730721?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112593101154730721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112593101154730721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/09/poetry-slam-lunch-swensons.html' title='Poetry Slam &amp; Lunch @ Swensons!'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112592908077427256</id><published>2005-09-02T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T21:10:41.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over With Attachment @ Agilent Technologies</title><content type='html'>finally, the day that i have been waiting for is here.. hehe.. over and done with the attachment at Agilent Technologies. freedom here i come.. not so fast man.. haha.. the day has been rather dead.. nothing to do.. no one online.. cant even do my report.. linux really made my life miserable.. haha.. as i couldn't even blog.. LOL... nevermind.. its over!! at last..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/1600/Picture(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/200/Picture%287%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im really gonna miss the environment there, the people, the food, free drinks.. haizz.. its a memorable experience for me to work there.. though the pass actually expired on the 1st of september. have to bear with it for two days.. gud bye to the company n also to the temporary pass that i have been holding on to for 4 months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to have my lunch at the cafeteria as its my last day.. enjoying the food for the last time.. as i don't think i am able to enter there again.. hehe.. talked to the security guard at the receptionist area... and also not forgetting the lady receptionist.. haha.. went to meet the engineers that i worked with.. and its a feeling of mixed emotions.. mixed of happiness and sadness.. haizz that is life.. have to go through it whether i like it or not..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112592908077427256?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112592908077427256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112592908077427256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/09/over-with-attachment-agilent.html' title='Over With Attachment @ Agilent Technologies'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112550821083872210</id><published>2005-09-01T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T01:13:12.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teacher's Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/1600/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/200/roses.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 2 all the teacher's in the whole-wide world..&lt;br /&gt;wishing ya all a very happy teacher's day..&lt;br /&gt;may this day brings you joys and pleasure always..&lt;br /&gt;here'z a rose for all the teachers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all the teachers,&lt;br /&gt;that had made a difference in my life..&lt;br /&gt;wherever you may be..&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot..  i really appreciate it.. may god bless ya alwayz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112550821083872210?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112550821083872210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112550821083872210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teacher&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112528646275239550</id><published>2005-08-29T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T00:22:45.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally m here again..</title><content type='html'>hmm... first of all, i would like to wish mohd meeran a very happy 25th birthday!! c,") may allah bless all your duas and aspiration not only today but always.. many happy returns of the day to you.. and may you find all the happiness in your walk of life.. take care ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28/8/05&lt;br /&gt;was at home the whole day.. slacking and doing nothing.. hahah.. tried doing my own css but it didn't turned out as wat i wanted and eventually changed my blog layout to icey blue.. but somehow or rather.. i don't quite like it so i change to this current one..nowadays there'z is not much intereesting drama towatch.. but managed to catch the semi-finals of vasantham star.. ok la.. not too bad.. but sometimes the judging is bit crap.. and no comments at all..wats that supposed to be?? hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27/8/05&lt;br /&gt;i woke up pretty early that day.. usually when it comes to weekends, i would wake up pretty laate in the afternoon.. but i woke up as early as 10am.. hmm.. no choice mum woke me up as she already prepared the breakfast.. after having my breakfast, helped my mum in the kitchen and then my daily routine starts.. using the pc all the daay long.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the afternoon, abt 3 plus, i left home headed forbugis.. went to find a gift for my fren's birthday..was walking around but didnt find any suitable gift to get for her... looks like its gonna be burned this year hahaa.. went to kinokuniya at the top level.. was browsing thru' some books and i came across this particular book, entitled " how to read body language" sounds interesting... and guess wat i was glued tothe book.. can u imagine that,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a person who dislikes reading was glued to that book.. wow isn't that a miracle..&lt;/span&gt; hehehe.. spend abt 2 hours there.. my sis called me to go to sim lim square to get her some cd-r and so there i was walking all the from bugis to sim lim square to get her the cds. after which, headed my way to the tekka. shop ard at tekka mall n i nearly forgotten bout my prayers.. haha.. when i looked at my watch, its almost 6.30 and i quickly rushed.. wanted to go to ghafoor mosque which is near to camphell lane.. but i didn't want to coz by the time i get out from the mosque it will be 7 plus and trust me.. there i would definitely lose my way.. haha... so finally i decided to go to angulia mosque which is near to mustafa centre.. so i finally made my way there.. and when i reached theree.. oh my god, it is so packed with men and i initially hesitated to enter the mosque, but i am left with no choice to enter. went straight to take my wu'dhuk and went up to the ladies section.. there, i atleast felt a bit secured.. haha...lol.. prayed my asar and after which waited for maghrib.. while waiting, i suddenly remember bout my cousin, rashidah.. if she were there with me on thatday, she wouldn't have gone to angulia mosque.. she would have gone to ghafoor instead.. haha.. she would say that.. angulia is packed with men and she doesn't like to go there.. LOL.. prayed my magrib n then headed for mustafa.. it was so crowded that i couldn't find the things that i want in mustafa also but finally i got it la.. after going thru a lot of hassle.. hehehee.. finally i'm out of mustafa and iwent to the opposite shop to get some vcds.. aafter which, i left headed for home.. it like too hard towalk as tekka is filled with all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;banglas&lt;/span&gt;... andthey were like looking at me up &amp; down.. i was saying to myself.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if only i could dig their eyes out and make it into kebab..&lt;/span&gt;LOL.. damn i really dislike it.. and futhermore.. for goodness sake, its saturday night.. all alone at tekka..i must be crazy.. LOL.. never will i wanna go aloneto tekka at night on a weekend.. i can forget about the idea.. while waiting for the bus saw my poly freen.. talked for while before we both headed home..by the time i reached home.. i was too tired to walk..as i had walked quite a distance.. from bugis all the way to mustafa centre.... haizz.. kinda tiring day but itz worth it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112528646275239550?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112528646275239550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112528646275239550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/08/finally-m-here-again.html' title='finally m here again..'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112504126339121286</id><published>2005-08-26T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T21:37:50.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gud Qoutes 2 Ponder 0n..</title><content type='html'>I love you not for whom you are, but who I am when i'm by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No person deserves your tears, and who deserve them won't make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone doesn't love you as you wish, it doesn't mean you're not  loved with all his/her being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend is the one who holds your hand and touches your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst way to miss someone is to be seated by his/her side and know you'll never have him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never stop smiling,  not even when your're sad, someone might faall in love with your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may only be a person in this world, but for someone, you're the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't spend time with someone who doesn't care spending it with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe God wants you to meet many wrong people before you meet the right one, so when this happen you'll be thankful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry because it came to an end. Smile because it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be people who'll hurt you, so you need to continue trusting, just be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Become a better person and be sure to know who you are before meeting someone new and hoping that person knows who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't struggle so much, best things happen when not expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS HAS A REASON BEHIND IT "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112504126339121286?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112504126339121286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112504126339121286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/08/gud-qoutes-2-ponder-0n.html' title='Gud Qoutes 2 Ponder 0n..'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112502157992768611</id><published>2005-08-26T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T11:11:50.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..:: Shattered ::..</title><content type='html'>Heart filled with sadness&lt;br /&gt;Eyes filled with tears&lt;br /&gt;The pain of being ignored&lt;br /&gt;The loss of being needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart full of desires&lt;br /&gt;yet unable to express it&lt;br /&gt;Heart full of love&lt;br /&gt;yet it had hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know a heart filled with desires, love, care&lt;br /&gt;would end up losing you&lt;br /&gt;If  that is the outcome of it,&lt;br /&gt;My heart had been shattered to pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112502157992768611?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112502157992768611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112502157992768611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/08/shattered.html' title='..:: Shattered ::..'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112503087643817321</id><published>2005-08-25T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T20:29:12.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week left</title><content type='html'>it seems like its only yesterday i've been attached to agilent technology.. before i knew it.. 4 months had passed by like a breeze of wind.. and guez wat.. a week to go.. damn its fast.. can't believe it though.. time flies real fast and schedule is getting tighter.... lots of work to do.. project to finish.. report to be handed up.. update my sip log book.. but nevertheless none is being done.. hahaha.. wat a life.. boring life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/1600/Screenshot-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/200/Screenshot-14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the screenshot on the left has really shown how hard working i am.. hahaha.. the script debugging is making my life miserable.. indeed.. very the miserable.. need to finish it up asap... but wat if i cant finish.. wat will happen to my grades?? haizz wat a life.. no matter wat, i will strive thru it..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/1600/Screenshot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/200/Screenshot1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the screenshot on the right is put up for fun.. as some of my colleagues wanna see my twin.. so there is it.. on my desktop.. me n vanity.. always... my frens shud know.. hahaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112503087643817321?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112503087643817321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112503087643817321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/08/1-week-left.html' title='1 week left'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112433194783298141</id><published>2005-08-18T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T10:25:47.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Ideal...</title><content type='html'>it sets me thinking.. am i setting too high standards  to look for in a person.. i dont think so that i am setting too high standards.. but then again.. reviewing back.. wat i had wrote.. perhaps.. i think i might have set a high standard..  come lets take a look..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ideal__________&lt;br /&gt;He must have;&lt;br /&gt;*charisma*&lt;br /&gt;*character*&lt;br /&gt;*be loving*&lt;br /&gt;*honesty*&lt;br /&gt;*killer smile*&lt;br /&gt;*financial stability*&lt;br /&gt;*be family oriented*&lt;br /&gt;*love me for who I am*&lt;br /&gt;*cooking skills*&lt;br /&gt;*be able to lead me (islamic)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that.. the above mentioned is normal xcept the cooking skills portion.. haha... to look for in a person.. i'm sure every one has their own criteria in wateva they are looking for.. but then again for my case.. im at a loss of words.. speechless..  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is it too much to ask for in a person&lt;/span&gt;.. or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am i being so choosy&lt;/span&gt;.. its not a matter of choosy perhaps the person have yet to come by.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my fren.. he really set me thinking.. haha.. til i'm speechless.. unable to fully express myself nor do i give him an explaination.. hehee.. no one is a perfectionist.. if there is.. no one can match up to their standards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking for a person who have;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cooking skills.. haha.. that will be in my dreams.. its just an optional thingy.. people have been telling me.. if you want someone  who can cook.. go n marry a chef.. a chef.. LOL.. it is not that it is not possible to find.. you can find but its very rare..  doesnt mean im looking for a person who can cook, i myself cant cook.. its not that.. i can cook.. its just that a guy with cooking skills.. hmm... at least the person is able to help me.. hehe.. i wont be cooking alone in the kitchen.. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i'm fated to get what i'm looking for.. that good.. if not.. as long as the person can clique with me.. im happy.. thats all folks.. and once again.. im landed up in quandary.. help!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112433194783298141?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112433194783298141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112433194783298141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/08/mr-ideal.html' title='Mr Ideal...'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112424951168317862</id><published>2005-08-17T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T11:43:40.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes - Proverbs....</title><content type='html'>Every day of your life is a page of your history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful thing is never perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the angels present themselves, the devils abscond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty without virtue is a curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt is the key to knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is the peace of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Search yourself, and you will find Allah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst ache is the present ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quarrel of lovers is the renewal of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work and you will be strong; sit and you will stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every eye has its look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eye will often wander The road that love has taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is written on the forehead is always seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bad wound heals but a bad word doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A broken hand works, but not a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy on one side can never last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go as far as you can see, and when you get there you'll see further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who want a rose must respect the thorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the first step with the good thought, the second with the good word, and the third with the good deed, I enter paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best memory is that which forgets nothing but injuries. Write kindness in marble and write injuries in the dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best mode of instruction is to practice what we preach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loveliest of faces are to be seen by moonlight, when one sees half with the eye and half with the fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is in the heart will come up to the tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is brought by the wind will be carried away by the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the eye do not admire, the heart will not desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to be loved than feared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are man's medicine. &lt;img src="http://www.talkislam.com/iquotes/images/spacer.gif" width="1" height="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112424951168317862?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112424951168317862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112424951168317862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/08/quotes-proverbs.html' title='Quotes - Proverbs....'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112395280954458179</id><published>2005-08-14T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T20:41:40.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend here i come....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/1600/Image0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/27/328/200/Image014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;its been a long time since i last updated.. lets see.. man.. its been a week.. since i last updated my blog.. on the 7th Aug.. man thats long.. been busy with life in attachment &amp;amp; with all the people surrounding me or perhaps those who came in and out of my life.. it has affected me in one way or another.. to those who don't give a hell of damned to my friendship.. they can go and relax one corner.. as i really can't be bothered with them.. apart from that.. those who took me for granted, those people can go to hell for all i care.. who they think i am.. treat a lady by the side.. wat are they thinking of? when they need me they call me... when they have problems, they find me.. but when they don't need me they put me aside.. they simply don't deserve me.. another thing is.. don't you think, you tell me that you have fallen head over heels for me.. i would fall for you.. sorry.. u can just dream on.. coz that will never happen.. i have so much things happen to me.. til i can't believe wateva you people say.. you can say things but wat you do is different from wat you say.. actions are louder than words.. you can say anything for all i care but it won't make a different to me.. i am the way i am.. you should not change me in any way also.. coz if you were to like or fall for me.. you should like me for who i am.. so to all the jerks out there.. get a life.. coz if you think of changing me to suit you.. you can pack your bag and find other people that is willing to change for you.. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112395280954458179?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112395280954458179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112395280954458179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/08/weekend-here-i-come.html' title='weekend here i come....'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112343027346329612</id><published>2005-08-07T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T23:57:53.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>am back peepzzz.. after a long disapearance.. hehee.. been wanting to update but busy and lazy at the same time.. hahaha.. but claiming to be a queen of blogging.. haha LOL man.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa things have been happening.. well kinda hard to recall.. hehe.. not hard at all but am lazy to  type.. tired of typing and thinking.. its bad for health.. as if i know.. like real..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olritezz.. today, went out with sis.. n my cuz.. he is so naughty.. cant tahan him.. very the noisy.. talk loudly n laughing like a mad man in the bus.. til i feel so paisay.. haha.. i scolded him but then no effect.. he is  so pesistent on wanting to buy sweets.. but too bad for him the shop all close.. hehe.. send him back then i made my way back hm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns*.. need to rest.. lotsa of project to complete.. n tomorrow, am back to attachment.. haizz.. kinda lazy though but still have to go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112343027346329612?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112343027346329612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112343027346329612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/08/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112254270334323975</id><published>2005-07-28T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T17:25:03.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken a long rest</title><content type='html'>been on mc for 2 days.. i came back from work on tuesday and my fever was getting worse.. and my mum took me to seee the doctor.. and guess wat, i get 2 days mc despite his nagging 'n' lectures.. haizz.. hahaha.. finally i gotten myself a break from the SIP.. oh man.. and tomorrow i have to get back and i have to view the programming again.. damn.. im not PAID.. wish i cud vanish from the merciless world.. a few more weeks n im done.. and once again will be back to TP for my final semester..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a further updates on wat happen on tuesday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in the bus 69 wen i saw a man panting by the side of the road with his helmet on.. i didnt suspect anything.. and so wen the bus turned.. i saw his bike on the road.. he skided off his bike.. and thank god nothing happened to him.. he was panting and with no strength to push his bike and i should give credits to this eurasion guy with another 2 chinese guys who actually helped him pushed his bike over the side.. it was rather tough for them to push.. they tried to on the engine.. but i think they're unable to... so while pushing.. i should say that some bus driver was so inconsiderate... they keep on horning them.. come on.. the bike is not light.. even three preson cant even pushed it and u as a driver keep on horning.. wer are your senses of consideration gone to? imagine instead of a muslim guy, u skided ur bike and another person horned onto you.. wat would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at my work place.. before i left, i was chatting with one of my fren.. and then she told me she got branded presents from her frens.. and i was saying good for you.. then she asked me.. wers her present... ive said.. she'll get it.. as it is delayed.. but it wont be as branded as theirs la.. it was just like that then i said it the thoughts that count.. and then she typed this.. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck you la... bloody hell you didnt even wished me on my b-day..&lt;/span&gt;"( a line tt i remembered) i was like wat the hell.. i was just keeping quiet.. and i felt that hurt in me.. coz ive already apologies to her on monday.. its not tt i purposely forgotten her b-day, well i've been sick and i have alot of things in my mind.. and on top of it.. to make it up.. yup i owe her one.. i told her that.. on the phone.. (tt was on monday).. after she typed all she wants to say.. i typed to her.. doesnt mean u can scold me all u want..  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once words are thrown, it cant be taken back..&lt;/span&gt;" i said... she said i was joking all the while.. i thought u were joking too.. well i said.. i wasnt.. i am serious all the while.. and then i said.. u didnt sounded like u were joking.. and yea it did hurt me.. and she said thank you to me as i pointed out to her that it is very hurting... if not she wouldn't know.. and with that she say it better if she were to let go of it.. i was saying to her.. are u sure.. i tried my level best to stop her from making that mistake of letting go of the friendship.. but since that is her decision, i shall respect it.. anyway, she said that she will learn the hard way, and i asked her, wat if people ask you? wat would u say? then she say to me that she will tell them everything wat she say and how she loss a great fren like me.. nevetheless, i still wish her all the best and i dont hold any grudges.. but again i dunt think i can be the same zamira towards her again.. if a person who doesnt value my friendship, why should i still hold on.. no point la.. so letting go is the best option.. theres a saying, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;one day those people will come back running to you again..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112254270334323975?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112254270334323975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112254270334323975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/07/taken-long-rest.html' title='Taken a long rest'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112235392975282376</id><published>2005-07-26T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T16:31:06.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updatez</title><content type='html'>a big hello to my dear readers.. sorry havent been updating my blog for the past week.. been busy and then fell sick.. its been a week since im sick.. been down with coughing, sore throat, fever, migraine, runny nose n watery eyes.. yesterday, my sickness was worse.. i tot of going to the clinic at agilent when i realise that im not able to so as i'm holding on to the T pass... so ended up, my supervisor told me to take half day leave n rest at home.. i reached home 4 plus then have something to eat then off to bed.. slept the whole nite thru til this morning. mum was asking me whether im going to work or rest at home.. but i didnt answer her.. so i woke up n take my bath n get ready to go to work even though im still sick.. haizz.. if i were to stay at home.. then i have to get mc.. troublesome la.. go doctor also, they'll give the same medication.. so didnt wanna waste $$ so just go to work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.7.05&lt;br /&gt;went for syarahan at Darul Aman Mosque with Hanisah.. and after that went to accompany her change her shoe that she bought at Orchard Far East Plaza.. went home after tat.. went for movie with her.. DUS.. worth watching movie.. nice songs.. came back at 6 then have guest at home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.7.05&lt;br /&gt;went to my cuzz place to fix his pc.. then the internet has some problem.. his son pc cant be repaired as window xp is not compatible with the unit.. so that i have to do on another day.. actually, was supposed to meet my fren at mary brown after tt but cancelled it as my mum was sick and she wants me back asap as she needs the panadol and the bread.. before i got home.. accompany my cuzz to get his new singtel starter kit.. after which he send me home.. free ride.. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112235392975282376?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112235392975282376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112235392975282376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/07/updatez.html' title='updatez'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112183082169285592</id><published>2005-07-20T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T11:40:21.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day</title><content type='html'>One day you will love me as I loved you,&lt;br /&gt;One day you will think of me as I thought of you,&lt;br /&gt;  One day you will cry for me as I cried for you,&lt;br /&gt;One day you will want me but I won't want you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112183082169285592?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112183082169285592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112183082169285592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-day.html' title='One Day'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112165300303989358</id><published>2005-07-18T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T10:16:43.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat Will U do?</title><content type='html'>wAt&lt;br /&gt;wiL&lt;br /&gt;U dO&lt;br /&gt;iF&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;nite&lt;br /&gt;i knOck&lt;br /&gt;On&lt;br /&gt;UR dooR&lt;br /&gt;&amp; sAy&lt;br /&gt;"iLL alwaes&lt;br /&gt;remember u!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;LeT mE&lt;br /&gt;iN..&lt;br /&gt;dEn&lt;br /&gt;ur&lt;br /&gt;hp&lt;br /&gt;rings&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;SmEone&lt;br /&gt;sAys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do U know tat&lt;br /&gt;Zamira had pass&lt;br /&gt;away?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mansoor Ali : wat kind of silly qn u askin in the morning. So u r stil alive tats gd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adila : I wil Shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norlinda : hahaha.. d most aku simpan kau kat rumah aku... hahaha.. ada jugak aku member gila kat sebelah... hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahrudeen : Hey crazy.. Is tis how u start ur day.. :-#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahul Hameed : Dunt nonsens k.. morning N take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achi Nisha :  i'd probably smack that person who came in with a very large trout and shoo her out of the door.. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohd Meeran : Cheh u ah! Early in the morning talk so bad. Ur work stress is it. I also army so stress. Relax ok. Good morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112165300303989358?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112165300303989358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112165300303989358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/07/wat-will-u-do.html' title='Wat Will U do?'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6338873.post-112160698233546471</id><published>2005-07-17T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T16:33:49.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Value of a smile..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;The Value Of A Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A smile costs nothing, but gives much. It enriches those who receive, without making poorer those who give. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It takes but a moment, but the memory of it sometimes lasts forever. None is so rich or mighty that he can get along without it, and none is so poor but that he can be made rich by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A smile creates happiness in the home, fosters good will in business, and is the countersign of friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It brings rest to the weary, cheer to the discouraged, sunshine to the sad, and is nature's best antidote for trouble. Yet it cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen, for it is something that is of no value to anyone until it is given away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Some people are too tired to give you a smile. Give them one of yours, as none needs a smile so much as he who has no more to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6338873-112160698233546471?l=zealouzallure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112160698233546471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6338873/posts/default/112160698233546471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zealouzallure.blogspot.com/2005/07/value-of-smile.html' title='Value of a smile..'/><author><name>Zameera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
