<?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-989260653313568345</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:30:20.933+08:00</updated><category term='Rihanna'/><title type='text'>time2moveon</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm beginning a new chapter of my life. To stay strong and move on with my life is what I aim to do. My priorities have changed. I hope I can put a better meaning in my life now.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-2545780592957833884</id><published>2009-09-19T18:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:58:01.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri</title><content type='html'>For me, this year's fasting month flew by so fast. Seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours, hours turn to day, days to turn to month and without realizing, today is the last day of Ramadhan and tomorrow, we'll be celebrating Aidilfitri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conjunction of Hari Raya, may I take the opportunity to wish all family and friends a Happy Hari Raya, maaf zahir and batin. Sekiranya ada silap dan salah, terkasar bahasa, minta ampun banyak-banyak dari hujung rambut ke hujung kaki. Maklumlah, saya ni seorang manusia biasa yang tak lepas dari kesalahan. Enjoy your Hari Raya with your loved ones... Hugs and kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-2545780592957833884?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/2545780592957833884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=2545780592957833884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/2545780592957833884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/2545780592957833884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-2739942345690914090</id><published>2009-09-11T12:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:19:59.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a BOY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SrSwJIrphhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3Y-ukQP7BXw/s1600-h/DSCF4189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SrSwJIrphhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3Y-ukQP7BXw/s320/DSCF4189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383121125610456594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague / partner in crime / very good friend, Said Alkatiri and his wife, Zara, recently welcomed a Baby Boy to their lives namely Muhsin Alkatiri on 03/09/09. Congratulations!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-2739942345690914090?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/2739942345690914090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=2739942345690914090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/2739942345690914090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/2739942345690914090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-boy.html' title='it&apos;s a BOY!!'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SrSwJIrphhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3Y-ukQP7BXw/s72-c/DSCF4189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-2512901071139462062</id><published>2009-08-30T15:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:51:33.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>My dear boyfriend had been sick for for the past few days... He felt the symptoms since Tuesday, after he picked me up from school. He told me that it could be due to the food that he ate during break fast. At first he was having sore throat, then turned to cough, then he got fever. When I broke fast at his house on Wed, his condition got worst. Friday was supposed to be his Shift 1, he still had yet to recover. He went to the polyclinic to see a doctor and he was given 3 days MC. All in all, he was sick for 5 days. While he was sick, he stayed at home to recuperate. I haven't met him but when he called me just now, he told me that he is feeling better. He still has the coughs though. I hope u will get fully well soon, Dearest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-2512901071139462062?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/2512901071139462062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=2512901071139462062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/2512901071139462062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/2512901071139462062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/08/sick-boyfriend.html' title='Sick Boyfriend'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-3915165685769456505</id><published>2009-08-26T06:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T07:01:57.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Pistol Shooting</title><content type='html'>Recently, I got myself involved in air pistol shooting... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I got myself into this? &lt;br /&gt;Home Team Western Sector requires ladies to fill up the ladies categories in the Home Team Inter Sector Air Shooting Competition. So, Kak Kamisah called me and asked me whether I'm interested to join. Knowing Kak Kamisah, she always takes part in fun activities and so, I'm all up for it. She asked Ira to join also. Together with Ira, we went for the one day training shoot at Bukit Batok Home Team NS. It turns out to be fun. Even after shooting the 50 palettes, it felt that it wasn't enough for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one day of training shoot, the competition day arrives, which was yesterday, 25 August 2009. It was a half-day event held at Bukit Batok Home Team NS. Home Team Southern Sector took all of the first place medals, except for Mens Open Speed Shooting. They really put in so much effort for the competition. I heard they conducted plenty of training. I guess they had to considering they are the event organizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Team Western Sector did not so bad after all. Despite most of us doing this for the very first time, we got at least third placing. The shocker was when I at least got to bring back home a bronze medal for the Womens Open Speed Shooting. It was a really a nice surprise for all of us in the category. We didn't expect to win anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air pistol shooting is all about a game of patience, mind endurance and accuracy. When you're able to put in the palettes at your intended target, the sense of achievement is there. So, do give it a try... For me, try everything at least once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-3915165685769456505?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/3915165685769456505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=3915165685769456505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/3915165685769456505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/3915165685769456505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/08/air-pistol-shooting.html' title='Air Pistol Shooting'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-5867658774794593162</id><published>2009-08-01T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:48:30.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a GIRL!</title><content type='html'>Halijah safely gave birth to a baby girl on 30th July 2009... Ira just sent me a MMS pic of the baby, she's so CUTE! She really looks like Halijah. Can't wait to see Halijah and the baby in person =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-5867658774794593162?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/5867658774794593162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=5867658774794593162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/5867658774794593162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/5867658774794593162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a GIRL!'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-6505179010048787600</id><published>2009-07-31T01:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T06:38:32.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Updates</title><content type='html'>I realized that the last time that I had updated my blog was more than a month ago... Well, a lot had been going on lately. Work gets piling up and responsibilities are getting more and more especially when they're pumping in more manpower into the team. Means new peeps in the team. There's pros and cons to this. On the hind side, with more people, others can get to take and clear leaves. On the other side, there are a lot of things to impart on the newbies and they have a lot to learn. There's also "prawn behind the stone" direct translation of Malay "udang di sebalik batu", meaning there is an underlying meaning to this. Words are getting around that my workplace will be opening another resource. Till that day comes, let's enjoy the plenty of manpower that we're having at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School had also commenced. Another round of assignments datelines to meet. Lots of studying to do... I actually took up 5 modules this semester so that I'll be on track of completing the degree in 3 years. It's a lot of stuffs but with the support and love around me, it helps me to strive forward and push myself by thinking that I can do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I got in touch with my long-lost primary school friends like Syarifah, Ain, Juliana, Suzana and many more. Kudos, to Facebook. Some were surprised to know that Said and I got together. Well, God have His ways of putting two people together and play His game of fate. It's really a blessing in disguise for me of all that had been going on. I hope catching up with my primary school friends face-to-face is made possible one day. We're still in the interim of planning it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post... Good Night to All!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-6505179010048787600?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/6505179010048787600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=6505179010048787600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/6505179010048787600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/6505179010048787600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/07/latest-updates.html' title='Latest Updates'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-4956355727156601266</id><published>2009-06-29T00:26:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:47:58.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock You Down - Cover Version</title><content type='html'>This song is my current favourite. It's in my head over and over again. Luv this version... The girl is so pretty. A very talented couple with both having a great voice! Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JEEVZ0cZExA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JEEVZ0cZExA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep rockin', and keep knockin'&lt;br /&gt;Whether you Louis Vuitton it up or Reebokin'&lt;br /&gt;You see the hate, that they're servin' on a platter&lt;br /&gt;So what we gon' have, dessert or disaster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd be in love like this&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you my mind goes on a trip&lt;br /&gt;Then you came in, and knocked me on my face&lt;br /&gt;Feels like in I'm a race&lt;br /&gt;But I already won first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd fall for you as hard as I did&lt;br /&gt;(As hard as I did, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You got me thinkin' bout our life our house and kids, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Every mornin' I look at you and smile&lt;br /&gt;'Cause boy you came around and you knocked me down&lt;br /&gt;Knocked me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;(Love comes around love comes around)&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;(Knocks you down)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;(Love comes around)&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;(Knocks you down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd, hear myself say, ooh, ya'll gon' head&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna kick it wit my girl today, kick it wit my girl today&lt;br /&gt;I used to be commander and chief&lt;br /&gt;Of my pimp ship flyin' high, flyin' high)&lt;br /&gt;Til I met this pretty little missile that shot me out the sky&lt;br /&gt;(Oh shot me out the sky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, now I'm crashing, don't know how it happened&lt;br /&gt;But I know it feels so damn good&lt;br /&gt;Said if I could back, and make it happen faster&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I would baby if I could&lt;br /&gt;Miss Independent, ohh, to the fullest, the load never too much&lt;br /&gt;She helpin' me pull it&lt;br /&gt;She shot the bullet that ended that life&lt;br /&gt;I swear to you the pimp in me just died tonight&lt;br /&gt;Girl sometimes love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;(Love comes around)&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;(Knocks you down)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;(Love comes around)&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;(Knocks you down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't see it coming when it happens, hey&lt;br /&gt;But when it happens you're gonna feel it, let me tell you now&lt;br /&gt;You see when love knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't see it coming when it happens&lt;br /&gt;But when it happens you're gonna feel it, let me tell you now&lt;br /&gt;You see when love knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;(Love comes around)&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;(Knocks you down)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;(Love comes around)&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;(Knocks you down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-4956355727156601266?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/4956355727156601266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=4956355727156601266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/4956355727156601266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/4956355727156601266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='Knock You Down - Cover Version'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-7413929945947499109</id><published>2009-06-26T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:09:49.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom Writers</title><content type='html'>A good movie to watch... I think the movie was aired some time ago. But I managed to catch the movie only today on cable TV coz we had all cable channels temporarily for free. It was shown on HBO Family. For those who have watched it, I'm sure u'll agree with me. For those who have not, a recommended movie to catch. No cable TV, get or rent the DVD... Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-7413929945947499109?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/7413929945947499109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=7413929945947499109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/7413929945947499109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/7413929945947499109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/freedom-writers.html' title='Freedom Writers'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-8230580138624128709</id><published>2009-06-26T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:56:56.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results are out</title><content type='html'>My exams results are out. Alhamdulillah... I passed all 3 papers, Management Accounting, Social Psychology and Cognitive Psychology. For a freshman in a degree course, I am satisfied with my results. All the efforts did pay off... Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-8230580138624128709?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/8230580138624128709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=8230580138624128709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/8230580138624128709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/8230580138624128709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/results-are-out.html' title='Results are out'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-7265135713580375199</id><published>2009-06-26T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:34:23.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepover @ Grandma's house</title><content type='html'>4 days ago, I spent the night @ my grandma's house. I was accompanying grandma coz my aunt's family was away on holiday to Bali for 4 days, 3 nights. Sis and I took turns to accompany her. The first 2 nights were by my sis coz I was working... and the last night was by me. Sis had something on for the last night anyway. Kinda miz sis actually for all 3 nights...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandma required us to accompany her for the night only. During the day, she's fine being alone. My aunt had her neighbors to check on her also. Grandma is really an inspiration to me. She had been thru a lot but, she still stays strong and move on with life. Watching her sew and telling me that her mind is at her utmost ease when she's on her sewing machine, makes me smile together with her. It makes me happy to know that she's happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love u lots, grandma... Every moments spent with you shall be cherish. Life is short, embrace it while you still can. Especially with your love ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-7265135713580375199?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/7265135713580375199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=7265135713580375199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/7265135713580375199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/7265135713580375199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleepover-with-beloved-grandma.html' title='Sleepover @ Grandma&apos;s house'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-2100911963082058682</id><published>2009-06-26T18:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:39:42.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P to the King of Pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1958 ~ 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;25th June 2009 marks the date of death of a pop legend, Michael Jackson. He is truly an icon. One minute of silence for him... May his soul rests in peace...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-2100911963082058682?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/2100911963082058682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=2100911963082058682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/2100911963082058682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/2100911963082058682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-to-king-of-pop.html' title='R.I.P to the King of Pop'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-6567283111987857298</id><published>2009-06-19T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:09:19.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A real mark of a man is if he's willing to sacrifice and share with his love ones" - 7th Heaven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-6567283111987857298?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/6567283111987857298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=6567283111987857298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/6567283111987857298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/6567283111987857298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/real-mark-of-man-if-hes-willing-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-8492066714027718168</id><published>2009-06-16T13:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:52:54.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IPPT</title><content type='html'>Completed my IPPT yesterday and the after effect... today, I have an aching body, especially my thigh area. The 2.4 km run was the killer. The weather was super hot. I almost feel like giving up at the fourth round. Gd thing, Salleh was pacing me... Like as though he was able to read my mind, hehe. I continued on... kept on thinking. just get it over and done with. Well, it all paid off. I got silver... That's it, I'm satisfied with the result. No more IPPT till next year. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-8492066714027718168?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/8492066714027718168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=8492066714027718168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/8492066714027718168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/8492066714027718168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/ippt.html' title='IPPT'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-1026970758964150416</id><published>2009-06-14T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:54:41.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u should make the most with the people u love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-1026970758964150416?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1026970758964150416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=1026970758964150416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/1026970758964150416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/1026970758964150416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/u-should-make-most-with-people-u-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-8494087085419224546</id><published>2009-06-09T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:03:59.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm broke</title><content type='html'>I'm running out of cash... I can't wait for the next pay day!&lt;div&gt;Till then, any kind soul who can donate some money to me? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-8494087085419224546?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/8494087085419224546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=8494087085419224546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/8494087085419224546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/8494087085419224546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-broke.html' title='I&apos;m broke'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-7323652035650002466</id><published>2009-06-09T00:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:54:05.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Off</title><content type='html'>It's hard to get the weekend off when one is working shift... Last weekend, was my weekend off. Finally... On Sat, I got back home from night shift, changed and immediately leave home again to attend Art's sister's wedding. Initially, when I arrived at the wedding, I was fine... But when the time flies, I can feel the tiredness and I was like a zombie. My eyes were giving way... I wish I was able to stay longer coz I was with a bunch of luvly peeps, Noraini, Fizah, Sab and Art. But, I had to excuse myself early coz I need to get myself some sleep. As soon as I reached home, I immediately dozed off. I spent the rest of the Sat at home, recuperating myself from a bz night shift. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was the day that I finally met up with Said. We attended one wedding, which was his friend's sister's wedding. After that, we went out to Orchard for some window shopping and watched a movie - Night at the Museum II, at Lido. It had been a while since I last catch a movie at Lido. A really antique place... The space between my seat and the person in front of me was so near, I was afraid that I might juz kick her head. Lucky that did not happen... =) A good movie to watch if you wanna have a good laugh. After the movie, we headed back home. Not able stay till so late coz I'm working the next day. Furthermore, we were on public... I do enjoy the short time that I spent with Said though. Can't wait for the next time to see him... In 3 days time I hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-7323652035650002466?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/7323652035650002466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=7323652035650002466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/7323652035650002466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/7323652035650002466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-off.html' title='Weekend Off'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-9158526250940770115</id><published>2009-06-03T00:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T01:37:47.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing XoXo peeps, NO MORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now that exams are over and school holiday had begun, my focus had changed. I got back to work and my workloads are all piling up. I had to clear them all bit by bit... Gd thing I still managed to cope. On the hind side, getting back to work allows me to meet my teammate and colleagues. Although some of them can be a P.I.T.A who likes to irritate me, they are still bunch of people that I missed during my study leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, we had the promotion ceremony... I was involved in it coz my division was the organizer this year. The team that I worked with was great fun. Except for Aisah, it was the first time that I worked with the rest of the members. I had no problem working with them and we bonded well. It was obvious that we were the closest as compared to other teams. Being involved in the promotion ceremony, gave me the first-hand information on who got promoted this year. 3 of my squadmates, Keith, Ah Boon and Ah Huat, got promoted. There were also colleagues and friends from other division and department... It was really nice to catch up with them and CONGRATULATIONS to all!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SiVi-EC8aqI/AAAAAAAAADs/AcFqaN609Ks/s1600-h/P5260034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SiVi-EC8aqI/AAAAAAAAADs/AcFqaN609Ks/s320/P5260034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342785351322462882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The team I worked with during the promotion ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fortunately, Nini flew back to Singapore when my exams were over. Feefee, Art, Nini, Noraini and I got together... I had missed them so dearly and being able to meet them again was a relief. I had not met them for about a month and it seems that I had missed out a lot already. I found out that they were talking behind my back! Till now, I do not know what it is. It's alright though, I understand... it was all in the name of fun and laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SiVfGdMPbdI/AAAAAAAAADc/SSetn69gxoc/s1600-h/nini,+art,+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SiVfGdMPbdI/AAAAAAAAADc/SSetn69gxoc/s320/nini,+art,+me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342781097464786386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nini, Art &amp;amp; me @ Starbucks, Raffles City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SiVfGQS3eBI/AAAAAAAAADU/paPbRI8puFY/s1600-h/art,+me,+noraini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SiVfGQS3eBI/AAAAAAAAADU/paPbRI8puFY/s320/art,+me,+noraini.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342781094002915346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Art, me &amp;amp; Noraini @ Sushiteh, Raffles City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a point today that I must meet up with my grandfather and grandmother. Grandfather seems to be unwell. It breaks my heart to see his condition. But I have to keep a strong front... I really hope that he'll get better. Grandmother is fine... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for bf, it is still hard for me to meet him. With the current deployment, our shifts overlapped. My off days will be his working day and my working days will be his off days. But, as much as possible, we still find time to talk on the phone everyday and meet up on the limited times we had. These minor things actually got us even more closer and understand each other better =).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really glad that I finally had the time to catch up with the people that I missed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-9158526250940770115?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/9158526250940770115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=9158526250940770115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/9158526250940770115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/9158526250940770115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/06/missing-xoxo-peeps-no-more.html' title='Missing XoXo peeps, NO MORE'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SiVi-EC8aqI/AAAAAAAAADs/AcFqaN609Ks/s72-c/P5260034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-7399275883665478116</id><published>2009-05-23T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T15:58:05.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's finally OVER</title><content type='html'>My last paper ended yesterday... I have to admit it was not an easy process for me. Memorizing notes, practicing steps and procedures... phew, mind blowing. It's all worth it though coz I was able to do the papers. Hopefully, alls went well and I will pass my papers. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotto back to work now and catch up with people that I miss so dearly. Wait for me... I'm coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-7399275883665478116?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/7399275883665478116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=7399275883665478116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/7399275883665478116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/7399275883665478116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-finally-over.html' title='It&apos;s finally OVER'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-7949332223384920617</id><published>2009-05-15T16:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:37:39.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That cud have been Me</title><content type='html'>I discovered one photo album in Facebook that someone is really moving on with his life. It seems that his family had finally accepted his girlfriend. A good family time together... Glad for all of them for they had moved on with life happily. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Browsing thru the album made me feel that the girl in the picture cud have been me. I am grateful that it wasn't. His family is fine... I enjoyed the times that I had spent with them. It's juz that when I reminisce of what had happened, I cud have miss out other better things in life. The things that I get to do now... Studying, going on holidays, spending more time with my family and friends, being close to my sister and so on... Things that I dun have the opportunity to do before. For that, I wanna say thank u soooo much for the things he had done towards me. I do not condone what he had done but I believe everything happened for a reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adding on to another note... it is unacceptable for anyone to pass bad remarks about people in blue who ensure the safety and security of our country. No one can ever understand the things these people go through during their tour of duty. Unless, u're really one of them, u're the family members and loved ones of anyone of them.. then, u'll know what and how does it feels like being people in blue. It is a noble career... helping others is what they do. So, please... if u have nothing good to say, keep the comments to urself... That's better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-7949332223384920617?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/7949332223384920617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=7949332223384920617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/7949332223384920617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/7949332223384920617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/05/that-cud-have-been-me.html' title='That cud have been Me'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-4824805980577146886</id><published>2009-05-09T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:03:15.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X0X0</title><content type='html'>I miss my boyfriend...&lt;div&gt;I miss my 'lesbian partner', Nini... who is so faraway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Feefee and Art&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss friends at work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss grandma and grandpa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the times while I was in camp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my squad mates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my secondary school friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss all the people who had been part of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno y am I feeling this way... Maybe I had been missing the great things in life lately. Ok, gotto go back to study. Haiz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-4824805980577146886?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/4824805980577146886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=4824805980577146886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/4824805980577146886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/4824805980577146886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/05/x0x0.html' title='X0X0'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-1193742020071478535</id><published>2009-05-08T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:12:05.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarantine at home - Lots of studying to do</title><content type='html'>With the recent H1N1 virus going on recently, some people who returned to Singapore from countries like Mexico and some parts of USA were quarantined at home. Some goes to me... I'm quarantined home. Not because I was infected with the virus but because I got some studying to do. Exams are coming up and I hope that my brain has enough capacity to load all the information that I had studied. I really hope that I do well for the exams... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-1193742020071478535?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1193742020071478535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=1193742020071478535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/1193742020071478535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/1193742020071478535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/05/quarantine-at-home-lots-of-studying-to.html' title='Quarantine at home - Lots of studying to do'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-623878429723085339</id><published>2009-05-07T12:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:57:34.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangout with the Bridesmaids Clan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ever since Halijah got married, 7 of us got together and formed the Bridesmaids Clan. So, we come in a package... Anyone of us gets married, the others will be there. Of course, the clan got bigger coz each of us has other friends and when we bring these friends along, they became our friends...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, we got together but only Halijah, Ira, Raf, Nora and me turn up. It had been a while so, we had a lot of things to catch up. A lot has changed... We hangout at Starbucks Jurong Point for 4 hours. It was nice to meet up with them... Luv u gals and hope we'll do it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/Sg0teM9247I/AAAAAAAAADM/vMMwQfzpdsY/s1600-h/IMG_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/Sg0teM9247I/AAAAAAAAADM/vMMwQfzpdsY/s320/IMG_0294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335971130403906482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Raf &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/Sg0teLK2r5I/AAAAAAAAADE/nS7uGsie7xY/s1600-h/IMG_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/Sg0teLK2r5I/AAAAAAAAADE/nS7uGsie7xY/s320/IMG_0293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335971129921548178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bridesmaids Clan - Halijah pregnant already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/Sg0td5x7iuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/W2qPyeHiVas/s1600-h/IMG_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/Sg0td5x7iuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/W2qPyeHiVas/s320/IMG_0292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335971125253606114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Raf, Ira &amp;amp; Halijah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-623878429723085339?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/623878429723085339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=623878429723085339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/623878429723085339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/623878429723085339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/05/hanging-out-with-bridesmaids-clan.html' title='Hangout with the Bridesmaids Clan'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/Sg0teM9247I/AAAAAAAAADM/vMMwQfzpdsY/s72-c/IMG_0294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-7975405743875697493</id><published>2009-04-30T00:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T15:15:17.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inter NPC Badminton Competition</title><content type='html'>Took part in the inter-NPC badminton competition this morning... Been playing in this competition for the past 3 years. However, this time round, my partner has changed. Last 2 years was with Yed... Due to other commitment that he has this yr, it was Hariz, who was my partner. Hariz was an extremely gd player... Oh well, he represented for his school. So, Yed, ur position will definitely be affected =) Padahal, I'm not actually gd in badminton myself...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hariz &amp;amp; I battled hard in the competition. It was a close fight for all the games that we played. But, due to the team effort involving the whole unit, it was not enough for us to go through the next round. It's ok guys... Practice hard &amp;amp; we'll try again next yr (Every yr will have this mindset... dunno wen will the real winning actually comes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had fun... it was a gd experience. Getto catch up with the peeps from other NPC especially my FTO. It's been a while since I last catch up with him and there were lots of changes already. The last time when we were close, he was single. Now, he's married and has 2 daughters. How fast time flies... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part in all this, I dun have to go back to work... TL said, enough man... hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-7975405743875697493?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/7975405743875697493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=7975405743875697493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/7975405743875697493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/7975405743875697493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/04/inter-npc-badminton-competition.html' title='Inter NPC Badminton Competition'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-1716504371049269550</id><published>2009-04-28T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:08:32.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay @ home day</title><content type='html'>Today... I declare a stay @ home day for me. Basically, I spent the whole day today at home... Did some spring cleaning, reading, listening to the radio, watching tv and taking a short nap ... Doing all this, day turns to night quickly. Guess, I kinda of enjoying my time spending the whole day at home. It had been a while since I last did this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-1716504371049269550?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1716504371049269550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=1716504371049269550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/1716504371049269550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/1716504371049269550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/04/stay-home-day.html' title='Stay @ home day'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-3291504050627303552</id><published>2009-04-27T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:52:22.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A piece of advice</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, when I was a single, a very close friend of mine once told me,"Whatever u do, dun get involved with someone's husband, fiance or boyfriend..." My answer was, "Of course not, I know how it feels when that happened so, I wudn't do it on someone else." Karma prevails... If u r the cause of the break-up in a relationship, people start cursing and swearing at u, which I believe when people speak it is a prayer. Who wud want someone to be praying something bad for u?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, another friend mentioned,"Sometimes u need to get the wrong one in order to have someone right for u." Hmmm, think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are instances whereby I've experience it myself... I hope it'll bring out some goodness to the peeps who r reading this. For those who dun care, move on... Dun say nobody had advice u any of these =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-3291504050627303552?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/3291504050627303552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=3291504050627303552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/3291504050627303552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/3291504050627303552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/04/piece-of-advice.html' title='A piece of advice'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-321005592308611616</id><published>2009-04-26T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:22:09.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Life</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last update my blog... Well, I've been very busy lately. Work, school and everyday life... Sometimes, I dun even have time for myself. But so far, so good... Been coping and adapting to all the changes that was going on. The support that I have around me had been great especially, from my luv ones!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me now brag about life... Come to think about it, life is short... gotto embrace it while I still can. I luv what is going on with my life so far. Everything is like going on well and I'm taking everyday of my life one step at a time. That way, I dun have to stress myself too much... What will I see myself in a few years time? Nothing of that... I'll go through all that comes what may.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I juz got back from Phuket recently. The trip was superb, awesome, absolutely fantastic and with dearest by my side for 4 days, WOOHOO!!! I had great fun. We did snorkeling, parasailing, eating good food, shopping, city tour, catching FantaSea show... Enjoying the sun, the sand and the sea of Phuket. The people on the trip was all ok gang, Rin &amp;amp; Radeen, I miss u... The whole trip went on smoothly. I felt that we did not waste any time at all while we were at Phuket. Fond memories there... will definitely remember it for the rest of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All good things had to come to an end... Back to Singapore and reality now. Exams coming... Work are all piling up, haiz... I hope I dun breakdown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, that's all for now... Till the next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-321005592308611616?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/321005592308611616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=321005592308611616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/321005592308611616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/321005592308611616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/04/live-life.html' title='Live Life'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-3207289851412405512</id><published>2009-02-01T11:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:59:08.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a small world!</title><content type='html'>Recently, Dilah called me... It had been a while since I last catch up with her. She called me coz she has some problems to confide in. After chatting for a while, she spoke of her bf... When I heard that, I got ecstatic, she got attached! Even better, she's getting engaged this coming Mar. I can still remember the time when we actually brag to each other on whether we can find the perfect match, y life had to be so hard for us, yada, yada, yada... And now, all turns out to be fine for us. So, we agreed to meet up and we will bring our bf along.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told Said about Dilah and he told me that he knows Dilah in person, not juz as an artist. I didn't tell Dilah anything about Said though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The meeting was at Changi Airport. Said and I came separately coz Said was from work while I was from home. I met Dilah first and when Said came later, I was juz smiling at Said's direction. Dilah commented, "Wah, happynye dia... He looks familiar...' I told Dilah, "Said..." Instead of me going over to Said, Dilah got excited and she went over to Said first. They knew each other when they were in sec sch. What a small world after all... It felt a lil weird though. Considering on how I knew Dilah in the first place. Hmmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I can see how happy Dilah is with her soon-to-be fiance. As a friend, I pun tumpang gembira. Hope she'll able to settle her problems soon and put her past behind her. Time2MoveOn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-3207289851412405512?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/3207289851412405512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=3207289851412405512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/3207289851412405512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/3207289851412405512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-small-world.html' title='What a small world!'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-6881791214467600970</id><published>2009-01-28T14:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:12:03.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sassy Girl - A story that I can really relate to</title><content type='html'>I was watching "My Sassy Girl"(English version), the movie, earlier... The movie was recommended by Said. He had been telling me to watch the movie and I juz dun have the time to do it. &amp;amp; when I finally decided to catch the movie, my eyes were glued to the my laptop screen. I felt that I can really relate to the story... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are some difference between the movie story line and mine though. In the movie, the breakup was due to death, which I think that it is the ezyer way to cope. As for me, my breakup was in the cruelest way... My ex cheated on me and left me for another girl! I had to pick myself up and still move on with my life. Like the movie had said, "We'll never know what the ending wud be..." With all this happening, I know that there is a blessing in disguise for me. I know that I shall be happy with my life and there is nothing that can stop me coz we only live once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed, there was a blessing in disguise... Like in the movie, I've found myself someone better... Said. Said is someone that I can be with, relate with him and at the same time juz be myself without me having to compromise anything... I really felt being love... A feeling that I had never felt before in my entire life and the feeling is great... it's more than great, like I'm in Cloud 9. Said will still be there for me even at my crazy moments... I am very happy with my life now and I hope it'll stay this way forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A quote from the movie "Destiny is the bridge u build to the one u love."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-6881791214467600970?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/6881791214467600970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=6881791214467600970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/6881791214467600970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/6881791214467600970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-sassy-girl-story-that-i-can-really.html' title='My Sassy Girl - A story that I can really relate to'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-1898881604188057593</id><published>2009-01-17T04:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:09:38.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; that's why I LOVE YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="371"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/t-nGND_iOZ/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/t-nGND_iOZ/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="371" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/rnbvideos/video/Gijqs04f/beyonc_flaws_and_all_music_video/"&gt;Flaws And All - Beyoncé&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a train wreck in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a bitch in the afternoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every now and then without warning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can be really mean towards you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a puzzle yes in deed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever complex in every way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all the pieces aren't even in the box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yet, you see the picture clear as day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know why you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that's why I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You catch me when I fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Accept me flaws and all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that's why I love you [3x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I neglect you when I'm working&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I need attention I tend to nag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a host of imperfection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you see past all that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a peasant by some standards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But in your eyes I'm a queen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see potential in all my flaws&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that's exactly what I mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know why you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that's why I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You catch me when I fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Accept me flaws and all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that's why I love you [3x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: Specially dedicated to dearest, Said aka kacang&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/989260653313568345-1898881604188057593?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1898881604188057593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=1898881604188057593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/1898881604188057593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/1898881604188057593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/01/flaws-all-by-beyonce.html' title='&amp; that&apos;s why I LOVE YOU'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-5990527574694921750</id><published>2009-01-02T14:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:46:44.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The year that I experienced many ups and downs (more to downs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The year that I have to adapt to change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The year that I kept my self strong to remain what I become today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The year that I felt there are so much love and support around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The year that I learned that no one else can help me if I cannot help myself first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The year that I realized that nothing else are more important to me than my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The year that I spent much time with my great friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The year that I had found myself someone special&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking forward for to a whole new year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a great year ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-5990527574694921750?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/5990527574694921750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=5990527574694921750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/5990527574694921750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/5990527574694921750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2009/01/reminiscing-2008.html' title='Reminiscing 2008'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-515120661574830552</id><published>2008-12-30T20:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:40:00.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Weekend - 27 &amp; 28 Dec 08</title><content type='html'>I had a blast during my birthday weekend... Initially, I thought my birthday weekend will be a long and dreadful one for me. However, when the day actually comes, I realized that there were so much love around me. The birthday wishes, the birthday gifts and the surprises that were in stored for me were really unexpected for me. To all, thank u sooo much! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, I wanted to celebrate my birthday out of Singapore. Thanks to my sister, she made it possible. We went to Batam Island to pamper and enjoy ourselves. I had lots of fun throughout the whole trip... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To top all that, I have the best birthday present ever. I'm now attached! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-515120661574830552?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/515120661574830552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=515120661574830552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/515120661574830552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/515120661574830552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday-weekend-27-28-dec-08.html' title='Birthday Weekend - 27 &amp; 28 Dec 08'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-7324103618415007698</id><published>2008-12-25T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:45:58.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke</title><content type='html'>Joke from FeeFee... She heard it from a friend and this is really funny,&lt;div&gt;"A Wo-Man goes to a Man's house for a snack, got herself a Tid-Bit"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say it in a Confucius way and u'll laugh by urself... Muahahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-7324103618415007698?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/7324103618415007698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=7324103618415007698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/7324103618415007698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/7324103618415007698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2008/12/joke.html' title='Joke'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-1290489155948327285</id><published>2008-12-21T01:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:16:53.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dating Game</title><content type='html'>I realized that I have a lot of catching up to do in this game of dating... Maklumla, had been dating with the same guy for the past 9 years. Moving on... Had been asking for advices and feedbacks on what to do when going on dates. Recently, I had been going on dates with this one guy and I think I'm liking this guy. We clique and we have this chemistry. The thing is... I am not sure whether he feels the same way for me. Contacting will be initiated by me. Sometimes, I wanna give the cold shoulder but I'm not strong enough to do so. The thing is when I contact him, he'll definitely reply. I know that he is single also which is, a gd thing. The main question is... What do guys really want? If we play hard to get, guys will think that we're making things difficult for them. If we're otherwise, they might think that we're easy and cheap... Say that we're difficult, I think guys are also the same. So, what shall I do with this guy then? Aaaargh, this is hard... I really dunno watto do. Layback, make the first move or what... I guess I'll juz wait and c how it goes. Only time will tell... If he's meant for me then he will b. For now, I'll slip over it, NiteZ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-1290489155948327285?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1290489155948327285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=1290489155948327285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/1290489155948327285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/1290489155948327285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2008/12/dating-game.html' title='The Dating Game'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-2987688658616342535</id><published>2008-12-12T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:34:30.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>Feefee got this from a book written by this french writer/poet:&lt;br /&gt;"Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be Happy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-2987688658616342535?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/2987688658616342535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=2987688658616342535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/2987688658616342535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/2987688658616342535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2008/12/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-7458909479280555932</id><published>2008-12-09T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:42:51.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Ecstatic</title><content type='html'>Within a week, I received 2 great news! Both are about BABIES...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first one is from Halijah.... She had been trying to conceive after she got married in June this year. Finally, the lucky month falls in Dec... it has to be, it's the month of my birthday, hehe. I'm so happy coz I finally get to be a godmother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Within a few days, I got another news... that Haslina had given birth to a baby boy. Though the baby is the premature, I hope both is doing fine and well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations to both my dear friends... Woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-7458909479280555932?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/7458909479280555932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=7458909479280555932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/7458909479280555932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/7458909479280555932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2008/12/feeling-ecstatic.html' title='Feeling Ecstatic'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-9138736450861745946</id><published>2008-12-08T19:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:16:49.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hepi Hari Raya Aidiladha</title><content type='html'>Hepi Hari Raya Aidiladha everyone!!! Many, many apologies of all my wrongdoings. Best wishes and enjoyz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-9138736450861745946?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/9138736450861745946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=9138736450861745946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/9138736450861745946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/9138736450861745946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2008/12/selamat-hari-raya-aidiladha.html' title='Hepi Hari Raya Aidiladha'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-5257239787227377730</id><published>2008-12-04T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:11:47.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired, very tired!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;Morning, Tug-of-War. Tug-of-War finished, it was already lunch time. After eating lunch, went back home. Took a short nap, evening, reported to HQ for night shift. Night shift lasted for 12 hrs, from 7.30pm yest till today 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;After shift, immediately, had a course to attend! Whole day from 9.00am to 5.00pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's y, i'm feeling tired, very tired... But i choose not to take a rest so that i'll sleep much soundly later... so that i can sleep longer hrs till tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-5257239787227377730?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/5257239787227377730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=5257239787227377730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/5257239787227377730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/5257239787227377730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2008/12/tired-very-tired.html' title='Tired, very tired!'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-1421583425373148386</id><published>2008-11-23T18:04:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:37:03.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming tourist in our own land</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This plan was so random and very impromptu... Art, Fifi and I were having supper the other day... Me and Art were telling Fifi that we'll be buying my Iphone (yes, i've finally bought myself a new phone) this Sat. Other than getting the Iphone, we also planned to ride the Singapore Flyer. Pathetic kan... the opening of the Flyer was quite some time back, now then we wanna take a ride on it. Nonetheless, it's better to be late than never ~Smilez~ Nini will be joining us coz she'll be in town and she also has yet to ride on the Flyer also. So, we told Fifi to come along. This is what she replied us, "I've taken the Flyer thousands of times during my shoot, Taknakla!" But she said that she'll be free on Sat. So, we came out with this idea of bking a hotel for us to hangout. We asked Sheeta and Ira along and they agreed. The plan was ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my night shift, I went back to have a short nap... At 3, Art already called me to wake me up and to meet at Bugis at 4.30pm. With a heavy heart, I have no choice but to wake up despite still being tired. When I was getting ready, the rain started pouring heavily... The more I felt lazy to go out. But hotel already bked, Iphone menanti and my frenz menunggu punye pasal, the plan muz still go on. I ended up miting Art and Nini late... I got the rain to blame, hehe... 5.30pm baru I arrived at Bugis. Since I already knew what to get, we went straight into Singtel Hello store, made few enquiries, bought the Iphone and left. We then went to the hotel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271838892538750850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SSlVipbcZ4I/AAAAAAAAABc/kftI5FjHipc/s320/DSCF3134.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The scenery from our rm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Art made bking with Pan Pac... The hotel rm was nice, very nice... The view from our hotel rm was beautiful... overlooking the CBD area, the Flyer and the construction site of Marina Bay Sands Resorts &amp;amp; Casino. Once I entered the rm, rase like tak nak kluar. But I was so hungry, we just placed our things and went out again. We had our dinner at Fish &amp;amp; Co. Suntec. When we were abt to finish our dinner, Fifi called telling us she's otw to meet us. Sheeta also called and we told the them both to juz mit us at the Flyer... Me, Art and Nini went on the 9pm Flyer while Sheeta and Fifi waited for us at Popeye's. Actually, I am afraid of heights... so does Art. I managed to pull it thru but Art was worst... While in the cabin, Art did not even stand. She sat on the floor... I guess the 30mins ride was really a torture for Art, Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SSlTW8xcQEI/AAAAAAAAABU/fbP0MqwcVNg/s1600-h/DSCF3190.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271839793194389458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SSlWXEoez9I/AAAAAAAAABk/fuPK1RWWFlE/s320/DSCF3190.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Art takut sampai peluk kerusi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SSlXRzNnvyI/AAAAAAAAABs/ijQNlhYRUEk/s1600-h/DSCF3215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271840802130607906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SSlXRzNnvyI/AAAAAAAAABs/ijQNlhYRUEk/s320/DSCF3215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When we finished the ride, Fifi and Sheeta were doing fish spa, leg reflexology... Kite ape lagi, join also. Another first time experience for me... so ticklish but the after effect - smoother legs. Ira met us here after her shift. Our tour ard Spore ended here... All of us then went back to our hotel where another whole drama begins...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-1421583425373148386?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1421583425373148386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=1421583425373148386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/1421583425373148386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/1421583425373148386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2008/11/becoming-tourist-in-our-own-land.html' title='Becoming tourist in our own land'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SSlVipbcZ4I/AAAAAAAAABc/kftI5FjHipc/s72-c/DSCF3134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-8208015666375613841</id><published>2008-11-23T01:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:55:12.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sqmate Nini is in town</title><content type='html'>Nini is in town... so took advantage of her short stay here in Spore. She'll be trying out for the SQ interview later. All the best, gf... Hope u'll achieve ur ultimate dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-8208015666375613841?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/8208015666375613841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=8208015666375613841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/8208015666375613841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/8208015666375613841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2008/11/ninis-in-town.html' title='sqmate Nini is in town'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-1401934544626446525</id><published>2008-11-18T15:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:16:31.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOCKED OUT!</title><content type='html'>After 12hrs of night shift, I still had to stay back after work. My TL called for a meeting which lasted for abt another 5hrs. All-in-all I was at work from 7pm yesterday till 12 noon today, a total of abt 17hrs. That's INSANE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back home, my thoughts were all abt looking forward to lie down on my bed and sleep. As soon as I reached the doorsteps of my house, the door was locked. I rummaged thru my bag to search for my house keys. After a while, I realised that I had forgotten the keys. What the Hell! By then, I was already feeling sooooo tired. I called my sis, my brothers and my father, they were all either at school or work. Even though my mother is working nearby, I felt that I was not able to move to anywhere anymore. I decided to juz wait at the void deck for any one of my family members who return home first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, I confided the misery that I felt at that point to a fren. We had been contacting each other for the past few days and he had been making me smile ever since. After smsing him, he actually made me felt much better. He was busy at work and so, I proceed on with reading my book. After reading few pages of the book, I lost concentration. I stopped and juz took a nap. Sitting down, under my void deck! I cud feel my head tilting from one side to another but I juz dun care coz I was feeling too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person who got back home was my 2nd brother. That was at 3.30pm... I was so relieve to see him and as soon as I stepped into the house I juz got to pour my hearts out in here. I can now proceed with my sleep now soundly and peacefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS: The person that I had confided in is not my ex... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;~Cheers~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-1401934544626446525?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1401934544626446525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=1401934544626446525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/1401934544626446525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/1401934544626446525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2008/11/locked-out.html' title='LOCKED OUT!'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-6505602717924682775</id><published>2008-11-17T15:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:28:27.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rihanna'/><title type='text'>Rihanna Concert</title><content type='html'>13 Nov 2008...the day Rihanna was in town to perform in her concert. The concert was held at Singapore Indoor Stadium. I went together with Ira, Hendra and Izuan. Instead of us waiting for Rihanna, Rihanna had to forgo waiting for us and performed first. Ira, Hendra and I were late! We missed the opening act and one song. Izuan who were waiting for us outside the Singapore Indoor Stadium was thinking and I quote, "I am holding 4 tickets worth of $612 and I am not inside..." Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, we were just in time for Disturbia. I really had fun throughout the whole concert. It was all worth it... Being able to see Rihanna LIVE, listening and singing along to all her hit songs like Rehab, Live ur life, Hate that I love you, Take a bow and Umbrella, LIVE. In my opinion, her performance was POWER! I was enjoying myself and before I knew it, the concert was all over... The concert was about 1 1/2 hrs and I cudn't even feel it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-6505602717924682775?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/6505602717924682775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=6505602717924682775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/6505602717924682775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/6505602717924682775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2008/11/rihanna-concert.html' title='Rihanna Concert'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-4872303657458392765</id><published>2008-11-16T21:38:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:19:26.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Invitations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Juz got back from a wedding invitation between Raf and Asfadly. Raf is a fren of Halijah... She became my fren coz we were bridesmaids for Halijah. After Halijah's wedding, it comes in a package. We came up with an agreement that when any1 of us got married, by default, we have to be the bridesmaids. I turned up for her wedding quite late, sori Raf. When I came, she was wearing a white gown. She looked so pretty... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269497852139193074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SSEEYKVwwvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cszxwp6ViB0/s320/DSCF3127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wedding gift from the bridesmaids for Raf - Swarovski pendant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, was my best fren's wedding. He is my colleague and he turned out to be my best fren. He is one of the persons that can be there for me, especially during the rough times that I had lately. I became one of his pengapit. Became frens with his 2 other best men - Bob and Zamri, and the rest of his frens. I knew Bob only on that day and we we got along well. For Zamri, I've already known him. I stayed throughout and it was quite tiring but I had fun though. The wedding of Said and Zara was spectacular, full of surprises. They're really lucky to have each other, so compatible. Alhamdulillah, evryting went smoothly as planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269500442620724130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SSEGu8osA6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/8Yz4fAxnZek/s320/SNC10037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bob &amp;amp; Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Congratulations to Said and Zara and Raf and Asfadly... May u have a blissful marriage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269502717578000962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SSEIzXgxOkI/AAAAAAAAABE/yS_RjhKfppI/s320/SNC10069.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Said &amp;amp; Zara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269501897126650706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SSEIDnF7I1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/8fV_-xCdxuY/s320/DSCF3071.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Asfadly &amp;amp; Raf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hmmm... When will my time be eh? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-4872303657458392765?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/4872303657458392765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=4872303657458392765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/4872303657458392765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/4872303657458392765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2008/11/wedding-invitations.html' title='Wedding Invitations'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SSEEYKVwwvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cszxwp6ViB0/s72-c/DSCF3127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-2639023348371965831</id><published>2008-11-16T21:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:36:39.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Team</title><content type='html'>4 mths flew by so fast... I was having a blast doing office hrs. The work timing is so regular and the best part, getting the weekends off without being disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm back to team. Gotto start doing shift again... The workload is so much different but I'm so glad to be reunited back with my teammates. Simply LUV them. I will be taking up a new post as well coz I juz got back from course. Will take up the challenge so, bring it on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-2639023348371965831?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/2639023348371965831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=2639023348371965831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/2639023348371965831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/2639023348371965831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-team.html' title='Back to Team'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-1130853731799639024</id><published>2008-07-21T21:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:12:37.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Zen Creative Xi-Fi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SISXu2NbpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6q5t_H3DfI/s1600-h/DSCF1157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225468298738246802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SISXu2NbpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6q5t_H3DfI/s320/DSCF1157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been wanting to get myself a mp3 player coz I got to have something to accompany me during the long journeys to and fro, home and workplace. So, booked my sis yesterday to accompany me to buy the mp3. Lucky thing she was free and available yesterday. Decided to pick City Hall the place to look for the mp3. Went Funan but found nothing... We then went to Marina Square and entered the Creative Shop. Yesterday was the last day that they're having sales in their shop. After considering and browsing through the different mp3 players available, finally, decided to buy the 8GB Zen Creative Xi-Fi model. It is the latest edition to the shop and it was selling at a gd price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis did some shopping for herself as well. She bought some clothes and a pair of shoes. At the end of the day, we felt very happy for having the time to spend with each other. It had been quite a while since we last did it. I guess both of us will have more of such since there's NO COMMITMENTS! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-1130853731799639024?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/1130853731799639024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=1130853731799639024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/1130853731799639024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/1130853731799639024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-new-zen-creative-xi-fi.html' title='My new Zen Creative Xi-Fi'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SISXu2NbpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/u6q5t_H3DfI/s72-c/DSCF1157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989260653313568345.post-7601064717238383984</id><published>2008-07-20T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:35:10.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>I'm starting a new chapter in my life right now. For 8yrs, i'm used to having my bf (now ex-bf) in my life. But now, he already has someone else in his life. It saddens me to think that he is not meant to be for me. That was the decision he made and so, I guess he is happier with her. But, I got to move on and look forward into what life has in store for me. I have to stay strong.... N so far, I'm doing fine and well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough about the blehing... (if there is such a word) I know i'm a bit too late to start blogging. But it's better late than never. I juz need a way for me to express myself ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989260653313568345-7601064717238383984?l=ct-fatimah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/feeds/7601064717238383984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989260653313568345&amp;postID=7601064717238383984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/7601064717238383984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989260653313568345/posts/default/7601064717238383984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ct-fatimah.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>Siti Fatimah Zulkifli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769962713177144380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dOvVRfyzboU/SX_6Yp5AjKI/AAAAAAAAACU/br2QiFvvbu4/S220/IMG_0270.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
