<?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-3966438</id><updated>2011-07-14T17:38:18.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When its all not hearts and flowers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>478</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-116798017594157790</id><published>2007-01-04T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:56:15.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fina was here. (=</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116798017594157790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=116798017594157790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116798017594157790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116798017594157790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2007/01/fina-was-here.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-116710586115308676</id><published>2006-12-25T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T20:07:25.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>d past 4 consecutive days were spent with him.simply perfect and surreal. felt as if it was all a dream and i just woke up.reality hit me and life goes on to normal today. i wish ive captured all those on camera for memories. been to so many nice places d whole time. but i guess whats important is its captured in my mind.i did bring my camera yesterday tho. dont mind sharing some of d pictures. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116710586115308676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=116710586115308676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116710586115308676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116710586115308676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/12/d-past-4-consecutive-days-were-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-116695444323096575</id><published>2006-12-24T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T02:00:43.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hope dangles on a string.it's about time i update. for the benefit of those friends who bothered to check my humble site out in the first place. (=all's well now. like finally.it feels a little different somehow though.im not expecting things to remain the same. cos things change.i hope feelings dont though. at least im certain mine wont.i cant help but think that sometimes God is playing games </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116695444323096575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=116695444323096575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116695444323096575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116695444323096575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/12/hope-dangles-on-string.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-116574377650434107</id><published>2006-12-10T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T01:42:56.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>asal macam lambat nah nak malam gitu eh?want to fast forward to dinner time can?cant wait lor.ghairah nampak. hah.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116574377650434107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=116574377650434107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116574377650434107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116574377650434107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/12/asal-macam-lambat-nah-nak-malam-gitu.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-116573001409308049</id><published>2006-12-09T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T21:53:34.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>check out the vid on d left. it's got a nice tune. yesterday was therapeutic. had free candy floss. hee.catch deja vu. it's got a good and interesting plot. i like.missing him loads.meeting him tonight for dinner. looking forward to that.wish me luck wont you?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116573001409308049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=116573001409308049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116573001409308049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116573001409308049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/12/check-out-vid-on-d-left.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-116494856118772595</id><published>2006-11-30T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T20:49:21.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>two weeks ago.it was two weeks ago when i insisted we go to marina though i just went the day before that. i couldnt help it. the purple and white decorations took my breath away i just had to bring my camera to take pictures of it.i just cut my hair the day before so when i met him i was silently hoping he liked it.well, he did. (=but that's not the point.the point is i remembered how i felt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116494856118772595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=116494856118772595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116494856118772595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116494856118772595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/12/two-weeks-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-116469621426916526</id><published>2006-11-27T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T22:43:34.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okayyyyy u just gotta check out the vid on the left. is it the coolest vid or whattttt.justin timberlake. hot stuff man. look at the way he moves laa. *drools*i love the start to this song btw. and also the transition of it. damn nice la seriously!the talk with the girls is very much welcome and appreciated. (=all started out with us not attending hrm test. tsk.cant take my lecturer's stare. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116469621426916526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=116469621426916526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116469621426916526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116469621426916526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/11/okayyyyy-u-just-gotta-check-out-vid-on.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-116450210070773776</id><published>2006-11-25T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T16:48:20.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fique's shopping trip.first and foremost this entry is dedicated to the one and only muhd taufiq bin OMAR. ok wait he hates that and he would love to be called fique omar instead. (kononnye glam la tu cam nak muntah aku)good morning! would love to say i woke up this early but i woke up to go to d loo actually. but i might jz wake up after all if i cant sleep back. hoho.decided to write an entry </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116450210070773776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=116450210070773776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116450210070773776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116450210070773776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/11/fiques-shopping-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-116365089715423060</id><published>2006-11-15T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:21:37.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a friend told me that at this point it's best that im alone.i have it all planned out already.first, trip to hair salon(i call it hair pampering treat) followed by a little shopping. last but not least, movie with d best friend. okay i know that's not the alone part. hee.but what to do, time with her always works for me.d power of best friends maybe?so now i need all my favourite songs in my mp3 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116365089715423060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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slow..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116333785963247354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=116333785963247354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116333785963247354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116333785963247354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/11/cos-im-in-mood-for-something-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-116333664441253245</id><published>2006-11-12T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T05:04:04.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's just emotions taking me over.i really wonder what is going to happen next.it's in your hands, really.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116333664441253245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=116333664441253245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116333664441253245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116333664441253245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-just-emotions-taking-me-over.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-116307456003405600</id><published>2006-11-09T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T04:16:00.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>errrr...i cant help it. here's another favourite song of mine.the song that accompanied me d whole month when i was working in august. love it love it.lyrics a bit too deep for me though. heh.Step one you say we need to talk He walks you say sit down it's just a talk He smiles politely back at you You stare politely right on through Some sort of window to your right As he goes left and you stay </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116307456003405600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=116307456003405600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116307456003405600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116307456003405600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/11/errrr.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-116305770704946193</id><published>2006-11-08T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:36:15.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok another song. love this one. check out the lyrics. so sad.Well youre the closest thing I have To bring up in a conversation About a love that didnt last But I could never call you mine Cause I could never call myself yours And if we were really meant to be Well then we justify destiny Its not that our love died Just never really bloomedWell I cant let go No, I cant let go of you Youre holding </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116305770704946193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=116305770704946193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116305770704946193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116305770704946193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok-another-song.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-116305645863765609</id><published>2006-11-08T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:22:41.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this song has been playing on my head. enjoy. (:No one ever saw me like you doAll the things that I could add up, tooI never knew just what a smile was worthBut your eyes say everything without a single word'Cause there's something in the way you look at meIts as if my heart knows you're the missing pieceYou make me believe that there's nothing in this world I can't beI never know what you seeBut</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116305645863765609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=116305645863765609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116305645863765609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116305645863765609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-song-has-been-playing-on-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-116305599880082558</id><published>2006-11-08T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:06:38.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>of rainy days.it's been raining like since forever on my side. i don't know what's with rainy days but i love them so much.time spent at home has made me realise a couple of things.one of the important realisations today will be how grateful i am to my parents. im referring to how they brought me up.they have taught me many things which i have taken for granted all these while but slowly, all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116305599880082558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=116305599880082558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116305599880082558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116305599880082558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/11/of-rainy-days.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-116261502747265642</id><published>2006-11-03T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:39:07.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hari raya is love.here's how im going to spend my saturday.first, brunch with family at bpp.next, 2 open houses to go.well, supposedly 3 but 1 is at pasir ris and i jz have to give that a miss.might be going bestie's house for raya too.that pretty sums up my day today.i love hari raya. yeay. (:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116261502747265642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=116261502747265642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116261502747265642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116261502747265642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/11/hari-raya-is-love.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-116245570268968994</id><published>2006-11-01T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T00:21:42.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>spicy!had my mee odong today!i dare say that's the best mee i ever tasted. weeee. d other day i had d best chicken chop i ever tasted too. yums. more food please. (:btw, have you ever heard a girl complain they are too thin? just look around you and almost every girl i know will complain that they are fat.(even though to me they are skinny perfectly fine?)i guess it's just.. a girl thing? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116245570268968994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=116245570268968994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116245570268968994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116245570268968994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/11/spicy-had-my-mee-odong-today-i-dare.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-116229896648119360</id><published>2006-10-31T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T04:49:26.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>try me.i cant remember when was d last time i got mad like that.that incident was err.. embarrassing?hope nobody saw that. for your information, im becoming insane. i scare myself at times. heh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116229896648119360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=116229896648119360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116229896648119360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116229896648119360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/10/try-me.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-116221305129865575</id><published>2006-10-30T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T04:46:31.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is it just me?why do i have to deal with a lot of heartaches?think before you act. please.dont go overboard. just dont.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116221305129865575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=116221305129865575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116221305129865575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116221305129865575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/10/is-it-just-me-why-do-i-have-to-deal.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-116184038439056085</id><published>2006-10-25T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T22:26:24.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you give me something.You only stay with me in the morning, You only hold me when I sleep, I was meant to tread the water, But now I've gotten in too deep, For every piece of me that wants you, Another piece backs away. 'Cause you give me something, That makes me scared alright, This could be nothing, But I'm willin to give it a try, Please give me something, Cause someday I might know in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116184038439056085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=116184038439056085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116184038439056085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116184038439056085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-give-me-something.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-116150791241067033</id><published>2006-10-22T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T02:05:12.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>preparations and more preparations.i spent yesterday evening with him at a friend's place for deepavali visit. it has been my third year in a row and im glad she invited me. (=food and more food. great food i must add. her mom makes d best sambal prawns and fried chicken. i cant get enough of them! *drools*something happened at her place which makes this year much more memorable though.i was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116150791241067033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=116150791241067033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116150791241067033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116150791241067033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/10/preparations-and-more-preparations.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-116123931819518029</id><published>2006-10-18T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:28:38.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>food heaven.i thot with just around 4 hours of sleep i was gonna die in school cos it was a long day for me yesterday.as you have guessed, i survived. (duh!) with much endurance i must say. heh. im the sort of person to have lots of sleep one okie.i was practically counting down hours and minutes towards end of class.end of school finally arrived and i went to d lobby and there he was. bike time!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116123931819518029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=116123931819518029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116123931819518029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116123931819518029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/10/food-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-116088812586570368</id><published>2006-10-14T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T21:55:25.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in the mood.im back from my sis plc yesterday night.i arranged to come back on saturday so that i can have sunday to myself.reason is because i have assignment to hand in by tomorrow and not forgetting a test too.i haven't get started by d way. lazy can? it's all just wrong timing cos for d past few days(since thursday eve) ive been baking cookies and im in such a holiday mood.he has to get a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116088812586570368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=116088812586570368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116088812586570368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116088812586570368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-116072027409361099</id><published>2006-10-12T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:17:54.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>time to bake!later i'll be off to sis place. weekends will be spent baking kueh raya. and sleeping over at her place i think. kinda looking forward to that. hope it turns out alright.i can't wait for fasting month to be over. (whoops!) but at the same time im not looking forward to hari raya. nothing much to look forward to that's why.there's so much to be done around in this house when hari raya</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116072027409361099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=116072027409361099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116072027409361099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116072027409361099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/10/time-to-bake-later-ill-be-off-to-sis.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-116043624697596979</id><published>2006-10-09T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T16:24:06.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>liar liar pants on fire.i don't like the situation im in right now.last time when we talked about it, i refused to think so much. i told myself to wait till it's really here before we can talk about it.but now that its here, i dont know what to do about it.i actually lied, or rather, attempted to lie to my parents about it. for one, im not one professional liar. i do have guilty conscience when i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116043624697596979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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yesterday. wasn't at home so my mom signed for me. everytime i get my study materials i get excited for no apparent reason. it's just nice to know that it flew all d way from london. kan cam best gituk. hehe.so anws, i opened them up and then i realised something is wrong.guess what. i got mIcroeconomics study guide instead of mAcroeconomics. i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116036662807138735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=116036662807138735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116036662807138735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116036662807138735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/10/irritating.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-116021705260510186</id><published>2006-10-07T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T03:30:52.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>poofs.i wonder who goes here still. it's ermm..dead?let's see. let's have some updates shall we?today is the 14 of ramadhan. which means hari raya songs started playing already. happened to listen to radio this morning and i was thinking to myself, how time flies. my tuition kid didnt agree with me though. she said it went by so slowly for her. maybe cos she's having her exams that's why.i think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/116021705260510186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=116021705260510186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116021705260510186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/116021705260510186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/10/poofs.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-115814246533716855</id><published>2006-09-13T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T03:14:28.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>getaway.let's see. macroeconomics was just.. all right. lecturer? just a-okay. considering it was my first lecture of the week, it's hard to switch to school mode somehow. human resource management. ahhh.. this is the boring one. reminds me of introduction to business management unit which i just scraped through. the only consolation is that im in the same lecture as sophea, jannah, aisya and lin</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/115814246533716855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=115814246533716855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115814246533716855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115814246533716855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/09/getaway.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-115794328478055213</id><published>2006-09-10T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T19:54:44.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>back to school.friday was my last day at work. a short yet enriching experience. the timing was good. i really felt it was time to leave. no more work for now.d end of work marks d beginning of school. lesson at 1.30pm later. macroeconomics. how do i feel now? not looking forward to it. cos i got separated with my friends for this lesson due to reshuffling of time table. sucks. first day of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/115794328478055213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=115794328478055213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115794328478055213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115794328478055213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-115708230653500361</id><published>2006-08-31T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T20:45:06.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>results out.results in yesterday. was working when a schoolmate cum colleague popped by at noon to inform me that results will be online via portal in d evening. now that caught me off guard. i was like woahhhh! the first thing i did? msg my schoolmates. hah.you see, the exams are long over. my last paper was 31st may. so i couldnt really be bothered with d results cos it was over so long ago i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/115708230653500361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=115708230653500361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115708230653500361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115708230653500361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/09/results-out.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-115563731752549414</id><published>2006-08-15T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T03:21:57.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh joy.since i started working, i've been looking forward to knock off at 5pm every single day. such joy i tell you.i think i painted quite an ugly picture of my work place my previous entry right? well, things picked up after that. spending time everyday with my colleagues have made us quite a close bunch. what more there's so few of us. it's so much better now. lots of laughter and smiles being</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/115563731752549414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=115563731752549414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115563731752549414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115563731752549414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-115521134959903331</id><published>2006-08-10T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T05:02:31.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sigh.hello world. im not dead by the way. just couldnt find time to blog.i feel like a robot now. sleep, wake up, go to work, go back, rest awhile and then sleep and the cycle continues. of course, occasionally i go out la. i have to okay cos work is so boring i need life outside my work.yeah fina the lazy ass is working. haha. office hours okay. 8.30am to 5pm to be exact. but i always end up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/115521134959903331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=115521134959903331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115521134959903331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115521134959903331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/08/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-115357654176069837</id><published>2006-07-22T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T06:55:41.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm all out of faith.first and foremost, my heart goes out to gayle who was voted out. im sad la. cos all along she was my favourite. though i know she might not enter the finals in the first place since it depends on how large the fan base is.it's such a pity she's out. it's so obvious that her vocals is so much better than some of those who are inside the top 11. (which i dont think i should </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/115357654176069837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=115357654176069837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115357654176069837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115357654176069837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-all-out-of-faith.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-115330232546790400</id><published>2006-07-19T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T02:45:25.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's the little things that matter the most.during the workshop, we are asked to do a little activity. it's introducing yourself to others. in addition to that, we are asked to come up with an adjective that best describes us from the first letter of our name.so i thought of adjectives that start with S word. my friends helped me. i said if its malay i would say shiok sendirik. hah.ayu said she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/115330232546790400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=115330232546790400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115330232546790400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115330232546790400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-little-things-that-matter-most.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-115319427059965515</id><published>2006-07-17T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:44:30.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>spot fina~!this is in reply to aisya's question for me. btw babe, i cant post a comment at your blog! i keep getting wrong for d robot challenge. ape kejadah sey! so bingit! haha.in that picture, i cant even spot myself! haha. kidding. i think all i can see is my top and my hair? with the help of ayu's red top that is. hahah.why i choose this one eh? cos healthcare and education is a no-no. so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/115319427059965515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=115319427059965515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115319427059965515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115319427059965515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/07/spot-fina-this-is-in-reply-to-aisyas.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-115279860265864469</id><published>2006-07-13T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T06:50:02.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>taurus woman.A slim moderately tall woman. Taurus woman is funny and a jolly person. Square facial bone structure, high cheek bone. Her round big eyes sparkle with wit and curiosity. You will not see many round faces Taurus women, and mainly she will have a strong jaw line.She is a constantly change person. If she's upset, she will not show it and will keep it to herself for a long time, and will</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/115279860265864469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=115279860265864469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115279860265864469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115279860265864469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/07/taurus-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-115262188477566274</id><published>2006-07-11T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T05:44:44.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>of anger and hatred.hello world.ok let's make a quick one.yesterday i went out with my family to the neighbouring country for some shopping.not much damage done on my part. all i got was lingerie? hehe. we went to make hari raya curtains by the way. a lot of time is wasted there.mom left the choosing of colours and material in my hands so i had d luxury to choose whatever i like. im happy with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/115262188477566274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=115262188477566274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115262188477566274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115262188477566274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/07/of-anger-and-hatred.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-115234799814178065</id><published>2006-07-08T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T01:39:58.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a walk to remember.this is in reply to kak ana's entry.u asked me how come thats my favourite movie right?well, the thing is, i remembered the impact it had on me.i cried real bad.no other movies have that much of an impact on me. really!and of course you get sick of it if you watch it many times right! (:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/115234799814178065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=115234799814178065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115234799814178065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115234799814178065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/07/walk-to-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-115227415650317100</id><published>2006-07-07T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T05:09:16.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>money tree.times like these i wish i have one money tree. like those in sims you know. everyday you have money just like that. i wonder who was able to resist the mango sale. i for one, couldnt. the lack of money didnt stop me from shopping though. cos good old lin offered to pay for me first. i cant be more thankful okay!window shopping is evil. dont even think about it if you dont have the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/115227415650317100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=115227415650317100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115227415650317100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115227415650317100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/07/money-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-115207372350239288</id><published>2006-07-04T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:31:06.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just her luck.it was just her luck cos she won tickets to "just my luck" and she's bringing me! free movie! wahaha. thanks bestie! (:superman returns was actually a bit boring to me. she's the man was even better i thought.everything has stopped aching by now thank god. i had fun during the night cycling. truly an eye-opening experience.better grab something to eat before i take a shower. dada~</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/115207372350239288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=115207372350239288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115207372350239288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115207372350239288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-her-luck.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-115174326057635466</id><published>2006-07-01T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T01:41:00.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just dont.there are butterflies in my stomach.night cycling from 9pm to 9am from sembawang to ntu.hmm. excited yet worried at d same time cos its my first time doing such a thing.nap-ing is a good idea if im afraid ill end up sleeping while cycling or something but im too excited to even sleep. so how?can i last cycling that long? 12 hours leh. im not exactly a night person cos d last time i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/115174326057635466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=115174326057635466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115174326057635466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115174326057635466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-115163088856103476</id><published>2006-06-29T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T18:28:08.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feast for the eyes and soul.my Iher WAS.my WAS.her HERE.finnisz.fountain.her.me.which path?on the wall.she said it looks like d beach.on the wall again.drawings by nafa students.somemore.which words appeal to you?ribbon. made up of small butterflies and animals.the heart. consisting of the important people in your life.hello how are you.d whole lot.our favourite display.she likes this one.i like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/115163088856103476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=115163088856103476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115163088856103476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115163088856103476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/06/feast-for-eyes-and-soul.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-115147096596063935</id><published>2006-06-27T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T22:02:46.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been tagged!Rules:#1. Do the following without complaints.#2. Choose 5 people to do this after you completed yours.#3. Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she has been tagged.#4. Start your post with "I've been tagged!" before you start this.*Your 10 favourites.Favourite color: 1)black 2)purple 3)redFavourite food: western.Favourite song: brighter than sunshine by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/115147096596063935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=115147096596063935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115147096596063935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115147096596063935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-been-tagged-rules-1.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-115138119394249135</id><published>2006-06-26T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:06:33.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dance dance.look at the babe in d video. hot stuff eh.i want to be able to dance like that too.for my future husband! ha ha. (:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/115138119394249135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=115138119394249135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115138119394249135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115138119394249135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/06/dance-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-115114485735641025</id><published>2006-06-24T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T03:27:38.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>time. and again.today is another stay home saturday for me. yesterday i caught R.V with nisa and our tuition kids. altogether d six of us.i wish i could have stayed longer cos i was pretty much enjoying myself. but no, i had to leave earlier for family dinner. bro belanja. movie was aight. company was better of course. it was our first time bringing them out and being chaperons was exciting.now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/115114485735641025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=115114485735641025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115114485735641025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115114485735641025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/06/time.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-115086143674359718</id><published>2006-06-20T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:43:56.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>family time.we went out to eat on father's day. my dad ermm.. has his own special angle.told him to take another one. better?check out those chubby cheeks!more family time today. off to the neighbouring country for some erm.. hari raya shopping.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/115086143674359718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=115086143674359718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115086143674359718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115086143674359718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/06/family-time.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-115060075617716056</id><published>2006-06-17T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T20:19:16.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just you and me.had a lovely dinner here yesterday. lovely ambience. (hansome man alert! =p)hi. im very comfortable where im sitting. can you see that?i want food. i want food.this is my tea. pretty eh. i like. red cup for d guy in red. happy with my tea. but glass so small. i want more can?his. this is yummy.hers. less yummy to me but he likes it. ended up exchanging mine with his. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/115060075617716056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=115060075617716056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115060075617716056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115060075617716056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-you-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-115043079452069955</id><published>2006-06-15T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T21:08:34.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is it any wonder.SI yesterday was great, wasnt it?i was rooting for Hady and Roslan actually. nope i didnt vote. im stingy can?which brings me to my next point.i felt guilty when Roslan didnt make it. i should have voted!but then again, both my mom and nisa said d same thing. does a vote from me makes a difference?pfffft.Roslan has got a nice voice what. very soulful. dont you think so?hope he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/115043079452069955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=115043079452069955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115043079452069955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115043079452069955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/06/is-it-any-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-115017966767865090</id><published>2006-06-12T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T23:21:07.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a step back.my legs are still sore from yesterday.shopping + window shopping was fun though. we walked and walked and walked for so many hours. at d end of d day my legs feel like jelly.but it was worth it cos d shopping trip was indeed a fruitful one for all of us. cos all of us bought something for ourselves thats why.though i didnt intend to shop in d first place. keke.but i guess a lil </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/115017966767865090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=115017966767865090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115017966767865090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115017966767865090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/06/step-back.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-115004597900333333</id><published>2006-06-11T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T10:12:59.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thank you.did anybody see this change-of-guard parade going on last sunday? referring to this one actually.oh well. i did. its because..ta-da! he was in the first row, third from left. (:for a moment, i was proud of him.for a moment only. =P</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/115004597900333333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=115004597900333333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115004597900333333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/115004597900333333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/06/thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-114960744737694678</id><published>2006-06-06T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T08:24:07.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>friends.yesterday i watched this with the boy.today i watched this with the guys.this boy is evil okay. just look at that face.but he's cute at d same time right?cant help but agree with nisa that its so pitiful that such a cute boy has to act so evil. hehe.the omen is really good. was glued to d movie like crazy wondering to myself what's going to happen next. i like!definitely a must-watch! (:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/114960744737694678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=114960744737694678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114960744737694678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114960744737694678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/06/friends.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-114940656748979779</id><published>2006-06-04T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T00:36:07.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>even strangers treat each other better.was feeling down and i came up with that and i put it as my nick. at this moment it's just so apt.you know, im really appalled at the number of misunderstandings that can occur in any relationship/friendship. it's just...sad.nisa said this and i quote,"people all have their own thoughts and opinions and judgements, so much that they leave little room for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/114940656748979779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=114940656748979779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114940656748979779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114940656748979779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/06/even-strangers-treat-each-other-better.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-114934380796456926</id><published>2006-06-03T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T07:10:07.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stay home saturday.i think the fatigue from the exams is getting to me. i was kinda lazy to even do anything today.initially i thought of cleaning up my room cos its in such a mess. i ended up sleepy instead.took a shower to freshen me up.it did for a moment.but the next thing i knew, i fell asleep.for 3 hours okay.but i guess i needed that sleep. im just so so tired. but of course, now i feel so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/114934380796456926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=114934380796456926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114934380796456926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114934380796456926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/06/stay-home-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-114926392858466016</id><published>2006-06-02T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T08:58:48.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a day with bestie.on our way.yums. (:pretty tulips caught my eye.other colours.who says there's no snow in singapore? look!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/114926392858466016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=114926392858466016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114926392858466016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114926392858466016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/06/day-with-bestie.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-114922708003440960</id><published>2006-06-01T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T22:44:40.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>exams no more.goodbye to books and everything yang sewaktu dengannya.this means freeeeeeeeeeeeedom.too much of it in fact.i might just end up getting bored to tears soon enough.i need a job.note that i said need, not want. i dont want to work obviously but i want to earn my own money so i can spend.going out with d best friend today.nak ikut??</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/114922708003440960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=114922708003440960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114922708003440960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114922708003440960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/06/exams-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-114839563105428770</id><published>2006-05-23T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T07:47:11.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>will you take what's left of me?nisa will probably laugh if she's listening to this song which is currently playing in my blog. can you hear it?wait for a while coz it takes some time to load.it's funny coz i was telling her how catchy it is some time ago. this song is practically playing over and over in my head since eons i tell you.then she was like "nice meh?"the next thing i knew, she was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/114839563105428770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=114839563105428770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114839563105428770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114839563105428770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/05/will-you-take-whats-left-of-me-nisa.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-114815047571295921</id><published>2006-05-20T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T11:41:15.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>late nights.there are times when i feel oh so sleepy..but i dont feel like sleeping.like now.why oh why.there are times when i should be studying my ass off..but i dont feel like studying.like the past few days.why oh why.bahhhhh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/114815047571295921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=114815047571295921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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feel like it.my description? i lazy to describe leh.but i have to put sth there laa. if not it looks so empty lor.ideas anyone?im appearing offline at d moment. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/114787453823299129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=114787453823299129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114787453823299129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114787453823299129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-114786258492876700</id><published>2006-05-17T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T03:43:04.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>back from the dead.haloooooooooooo.i miss blogging. so here i am.i feel like designing a new layout altogether.buttt.. im supposed to be studying.hmmm.im done with 2 papers: accounts on the 9th and econs on the 15th.2 more papers to go: marketing on the 30th and management science methods on the 31st.ill be done with exams exactly 2 weeks from now.and as its drawing near, i get even more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/114786258492876700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=114786258492876700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114786258492876700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114786258492876700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/05/back-from-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-114636851722536730</id><published>2006-04-29T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T20:41:57.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>memory lane.it's been a long while. half a month. wow. too many things have happened of course. just cant be bothered to blog. wait till that feeling of itching to blog comes again. not anytime soon that's for sure.im just here now coz i got nothing better to do at this moment and i happened to remember that this blog exists. keke.oh. im 21 as i blog now by the way. hurhur.21 is a nice age to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/114636851722536730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=114636851722536730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114636851722536730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114636851722536730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/04/memory-lane.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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(duh!) mine is d black one.now me and nisa have matching handphones! is that cool or what? hoho.her's is d red one btw.asking alif to buy d same one so that we all can have matching phones too. (=im happy. coz it's d perfect present.it has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/114501775138363690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=114501775138363690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114501775138363690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114501775138363690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/04/good.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-114458202311766817</id><published>2006-04-09T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T04:27:03.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>love-hate.pejam celik pejam celik, dahhhh april. he he he.time flies man.i got reminded that exams are nearing, thank you very much.in a month's time is my first paper.the killer subject!someone commented that my life isnt that 'happening'.first: define happening please.and and my life has always been like that whatttt.but im fine with it leh. haha.that's what that matters isnt it? (;life isn't a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/114458202311766817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=114458202311766817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114458202311766817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114458202311766817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-114413130783607529</id><published>2006-04-03T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T23:15:07.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hangover.Saturday was one hell of a day for me.first i had a gathering at noon. bowling cum makan session.i didnt know what to expect for d day coz it was the first of such outing.at first rab and me regretted a teeny weeny bit for coming when we arrived. by looking at d crowd who went that is. and then when d bowling started and i got stuck to two guys i dont know in my team, it actually wasnt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/114413130783607529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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against it. actually i was right outside the bicycle shop already. heh.but i didnt really fancy the place and the weather thats why.i thought if i wanted to cycle, lets do it at the right place, the right time and the right weather. then it'll be perfect.but we had a good long walk. no wonder they said walking is a form of exercise</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/114360748566681471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=114360748566681471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114360748566681471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114360748566681471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/03/walk.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-114328638476689470</id><published>2006-03-25T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T03:33:05.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>almost.good evening everybody.hope everyone's doing good yea.i end up staying home today coz i already went out yesterday.and i dont really like the idea of going out consecutively actually.yesterday was a good day for me.indulged myself in a good read from morning till afternoon.of course, it's by none other than mike gayle. love his books. love his sense of humour. always makes me smile ya </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/114328638476689470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=114328638476689470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114328638476689470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114328638476689470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/03/almost.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-114310710322068502</id><published>2006-03-23T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T01:45:03.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>regrets.something i never had - Lindsay LohanDo you see me Do you feel me like I feel you Call your number, I cannot get through You don't hear me and I don't understand When I reach out, I don't find your hand Were they wasted words and did they mean a thing And all that precious time, but I still feel so in betweenSomeday, I'll just keep pretending That you'll stay Dreaming of a different </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/114310710322068502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=114310710322068502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114310710322068502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114310710322068502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/03/regrets.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-114257014919257685</id><published>2006-03-16T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T01:15:01.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>free.my legs are still sore from yesterday.you know, i cant recall since when i had that much fun. really. maybe nisa's birthday i guess?yesterday the 3 mentors bring the 3 mentees out for bowling.emil and i didnt bowl though. she somehow managed to force me to play pool instead.i actually relented. though i wasnt keen on it. coz i know i suck at it and i dont like to play pool in d first place. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/114257014919257685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=114257014919257685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114257014919257685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114257014919257685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/03/free_114257014919257685.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-114233290507671086</id><published>2006-03-14T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T02:43:20.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>light.for sophea's sake, i finally uploaded the pop dinner pictures. i didnt really take many pictures to begin with by the way. was rushing here and there. and i dont really like the outcome of how i look by the way. its just.. not me. but anyway this is for you girl. haa.that was what i wore. maroon fond hugs top and black top over it. ignore the face. was trying to make a face and i looked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/114233290507671086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=114233290507671086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114233290507671086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114233290507671086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/03/light.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-114213554110725743</id><published>2006-03-11T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T19:52:21.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>help.hi hi everybody. long time no blog i know. i dont have the interest to do so somehow. oh well, i'll just update when i feel like it. worse comes to worst, i'll just officially end this blog and it will be dead. heh.my prelims ended on friday, accounting being my last paper.if there is one subject that im going to fail, i think it will be accounting. it's really really tough. so many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/114213554110725743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=114213554110725743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114213554110725743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114213554110725743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/03/help.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-114076793182349602</id><published>2006-02-23T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T23:58:51.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>family bonds.yesterday marks a special day.special coz there is a new addition to the family.im referring to...my baby nephew!!yes it's a boy! oooh. i love boys. (=if you noticed my holiday pictures, my sis was pregnant all along. notice that? in the meantime, the baby boy is nameless coz sis and bro-in-law have yet to decide.no picture of him either coz all small red babies look identical. heh. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/114076793182349602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=114076793182349602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114076793182349602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114076793182349602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/02/family-bonds.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-114066019641255345</id><published>2006-02-22T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T18:04:09.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>priorities.i hate the situation im in right now.i really dont know how i could end up here.i dont like this.on a happier note, i love this girl.one who never fails to make me smile with her antics.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/114066019641255345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=114066019641255345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114066019641255345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114066019641255345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/02/priorities.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-114051722019071282</id><published>2006-02-21T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T02:29:50.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stress.first and foremost, do you all know that there is a difference between stress and distress? maybe you guys know but im the one who doesnt. haha. coz i found out last year that there is indeed a difference.lets see. i just came back from going out with my family to eat out. and do take note that if i say family it means minus my brother. he's never around. and yes, my family always eat out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/114051722019071282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=114051722019071282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114051722019071282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114051722019071282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/02/stress.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-114043552810344417</id><published>2006-02-20T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T03:41:27.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gloomy.the 18th of february must have been the darkest day of his life.and im referring to someone who used to be my childhood friend.a little bit of background. my mom and his mom were good friends back then. that's how we knew each other. i think at the age at 6.we were very close back then. coz our moms always went out together. so mothers one corner chit chatting, children one corner playing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/114043552810344417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=114043552810344417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114043552810344417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/114043552810344417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/02/gloomy.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-113962029797828632</id><published>2006-02-10T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T17:11:37.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fragile.they said its hard when the boyfriend is in NS.i think i know why.i can barely keep up.i dont feel good. i dont feel good at all.and i thought being a cool girlfriend is easy.hell no.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/113962029797828632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=113962029797828632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113962029797828632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113962029797828632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/02/fragile.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-113953970709995406</id><published>2006-02-09T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:32:11.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>melt.was listening to the radio one fine night (last week or was it last last week? but that's not the point) and this song played. love the tune and as i checked out the lyrics, im loving it even more. what a sweet song. i'll just melt if someone dedicate it to me. *hint hint*ignore that part. ahah.turn up your volume people! this is the song! enjoy! here's the lyrics.Always said I would know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/113953970709995406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=113953970709995406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113953970709995406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113953970709995406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/02/melt.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-113913250761099360</id><published>2006-02-05T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T01:45:58.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tribute.im here because many thoughts came across my mind yesterday and today regarding all the things i can think of. the what ifs, the future, the past, people in my life etc. and i just realised that im touched beyond words. touched to have these two stand by me no matter what.my pretty girl and my charming boy. (=im no heterosexual or anything btw. heh.about my pretty girl, it's amazing how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/113913250761099360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=113913250761099360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113913250761099360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113913250761099360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/02/tribute.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-113893920541965158</id><published>2006-02-02T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T20:32:28.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wants.hi ya all! its been some time since i updated eh? sorry about that. for those who actually bothered to check my blog for updates especially. ive been wanting to update pictures but i get so lazy each time i want to resize and everything. but here are some pictures from my family weekend getaway. (= just some coz too many. oh yah. before that, what do you think of this layout eh? i made this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/113893920541965158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=113893920541965158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113893920541965158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113893920541965158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/02/wants.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-113825480591682221</id><published>2006-01-25T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T21:54:17.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#69: scar.first, i fell in love with this girl.there's just something about her. her eyes probably. and her features. and the way she carries herself of course. bubbly you know. then a few weeks passed and this girl caught my eye. dont really like how she looks in here but there's something about her too. i think it's her personality. and there's just something attractive about her.and it turned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/113825480591682221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=113825480591682221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113825480591682221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113825480591682221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/01/69-scar.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-113809595605149284</id><published>2006-01-24T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T01:45:56.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#68: mood.the song that keeps playing in my head at the moment.the song that is sentimental.the song that moves me and touches my heart.the song that makes me ponder about love.here is part of the song.I don't need a lot of thingsI can get by with nothingWith all the blessings life can bringI've always needed somethingBut I've got all I want when it comes to loving youYou're my only reason, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/113809595605149284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=113809595605149284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113809595605149284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113809595605149284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/01/68-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-113793385625248660</id><published>2006-01-22T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T04:44:16.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#67: friend.if there is anybody to be blamed in this situation, i'll blame myself. no doubt about it. and i dont blame you.but blaming doesnt help matters at all.but if it makes you feel better, then i'd say it's my fault.and i know you'll totally agree with that. you have the right to.im not trying to teach you what a friend is by the way. did i? im sure everyone has their own opinions on that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/113793385625248660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=113793385625248660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113793385625248660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113793385625248660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/01/67-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-113781270230768146</id><published>2006-01-20T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T19:05:02.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#66: up.having tuition at 12pm later and that cheered me up a little coz i realised that i missed the kids. and of course, the food i get to eat all the time but that's not really the point. =P and of course, i finally get to give shazana her birthday present which is long overdue. her birthday was on the 16 dec! i really wonder what she thinks of the pink billabong pencilbox i got her. i think i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/113781270230768146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=113781270230768146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113781270230768146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113781270230768146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/01/66-up.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-113748506954960668</id><published>2006-01-16T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T00:11:24.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#65: simple.hi there. yesterday my tuition kid called me. they want me back. hehe.so im going to be the tutor girl once again. starting this saturday.happy to be tutoring? hmmmm.. let me see. i like being around them coz they are very nice people to hang out with. i feel like a big sister to them. maybe that's just it. i love feeling like im a sister.but i dont really enjoy tutoring actually. its</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/113748506954960668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=113748506954960668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113748506954960668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113748506954960668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/01/65-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-113697721817567818</id><published>2006-01-11T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T03:00:18.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#64: blossom.in a hyper mode.when i read back yesterday's entry i realise how mindless it sounded.crap seems to shoot out of my brain/mouth when im bored to tears.and im not kidding when i said im bored to tears. it was that bad. to top it all, it was one of those days where i just refuse to do anything no matter how bored i was. have you felt that before?but a brilliant idea struck me still. in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/113697721817567818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=113697721817567818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113697721817567818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113697721817567818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/01/64-blossom.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-113689568151322002</id><published>2006-01-10T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T04:21:21.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#63: mundane.hi hi everybody. selamat hari raya aidil adha to all muslims. this hari raya haji i managed to "escape" mom's clutches. so i didnt have to go to my grandmother's place. it just so happened that she's in a good mood. if not, i roughly know what to expect. a dressing down. what else.but somehow, i feel hmm.. a bit guilty you know.because i rarely visit her. and even when there's a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/113689568151322002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=113689568151322002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113689568151322002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113689568151322002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/01/63-mundane.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-113660994689772843</id><published>2006-01-06T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T20:59:06.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#62: an attempt.i understand that it's been quite awhile since ive written a long entry. if you've been reading my blog for years now, you would have noticed my entries used to be very long. somehow they got shorter. of course i have my reasons. one of them is that i dont like to be under somebody's scrutiny. yes. some people really have nothing better to do but comment every little thing that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/113660994689772843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=113660994689772843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113660994689772843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113660994689772843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/01/62-attempt.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-113644718284099748</id><published>2006-01-04T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:46:22.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#61: who would have thought?presenting to you some of my new year eve pictures.waiting for fireworks. notice that there were lighted balls floating which kept changing its colours. looks cute to me. oh. btw the crowd was massive i tell you. could hardly breathe.these lights were out to give us suspense. fireworks any minute now. ta-da!a close-up.a small green one.the fireworks brightened up the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/113644718284099748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=113644718284099748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113644718284099748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113644718284099748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2006/01/61-who-would-have-thought-presenting.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-113628360093560207</id><published>2006-01-03T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T02:20:00.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#60: its been awhile.it's been a week!since i last blogged. hehe.my school holidays went in the blink of an eye. maybe coz its just a week and a half. pathetic eh?yes. know why? coz my semester is a year long. and my real holidays will come only when i finish my exams. my last paper will be on the 31st may i think.but of course before that i have my prelims to go through in march. first things </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-113567860126300311</id><published>2005-12-27T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T02:16:41.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#59: one of the best things.today we had accounts class in the morning. since it was lin's birthday, me and ayu decided to bring lin out for a birthday lunch/dinner thereafter. so we went. there were four of us. juriah joined later. it was quite a last minute thing. she actually skipped her class halfway to join us. since juriah can only come later, we waited for her.went to perk ourself up with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/113567860126300311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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10-year-old. the boy told the girl that he wanted to marry the girl.the girl: "why would you wanna marry me?"the boy: "so i can kiss you anytime i want."and they kissed.the boy said with much sincerity and innocence.i think that must be the sweetest thing a 10 year old boy can come up with eh? ahhhh. sweetness. (=</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/113558319262345799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=113558319262345799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113558319262345799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113558319262345799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2005/12/58-sweetie-pie.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-113543288210203271</id><published>2005-12-24T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T23:58:22.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#57: wild and free.christmas is here again. which means, the new year is rolling by pretty soon. it's amazing how time just whizzes by. i dont know if it's just me or as i get older, time flies even faster yes?so it's true when they say, when you're young, you cant wait to grow up, when you're growing up, you want to stop growing.i definitely agree with that.as i begin to comprehend and grasp </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/113543288210203271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=113543288210203271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113543288210203271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113543288210203271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2005/12/57-wild-and-free.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-113525664724844043</id><published>2005-12-22T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T05:04:07.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#56: suppressed.when there is too much anger inside me, i'll probably end up(a) lashing it out without thinking or(b) bottling it up all inside of me just waiting to erupt. meanwhile i'll just stone and be numb to everything around me.i'll usually end up doing the latter by the way.so which option is better you think?i'll say none. wouldn't it be much better if you dont provoke me instead?so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/113525664724844043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=113525664724844043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113525664724844043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113525664724844043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2005/12/56-suppressed.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-113498943925817778</id><published>2005-12-19T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T03:08:31.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#55: blessing.that's us hanging in the air. cool? beautiful, aint it? i love.a memorable day indeed. (=oh anyways he's in the ndp batch next year.which means he's performing...which means will i get tickets?! hahaha. i want i want!coz i've waited for like 20 years for this? =(come let's hope together!*nudges nisa*tickets tickets tickets! *chants*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/113498943925817778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=113498943925817778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113498943925817778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113498943925817778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2005/12/55-blessing.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-113470741839363434</id><published>2005-12-15T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T20:30:18.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#54: puzzle.yesterday was kin's ORD parade.second time watching such a parade, first time being my brother in his POP in the year of 1998. that's really long isnt it?then, i didnt know what was going on at all. just watched for the sake of it.at least i understood a thing or two yesterday. the procedure, the speeches etc.we came a little late and sat at the nearest spot as possible and as i sat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/113470741839363434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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friend.as if the tag wasn't enough. it's not funny at all.terribly disappointed. enough said.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/113421504754943676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=113421504754943676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113421504754943676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113421504754943676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2005/12/53-limit.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-113405687234665653</id><published>2005-12-08T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T02:52:26.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#52: coffee break.that's all folks. taa~ (=</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/113405687234665653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=113405687234665653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113405687234665653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113405687234665653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2005/12/52-coffee-break.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-113368572512721141</id><published>2005-12-04T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T00:42:05.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#51: anger managementi have something which i think is really pretty to show you guys. ta-da! it's a gift from 2 lovely friends of mine on 12 october 2000. (May Allah bless them) but it still looks as good as brand new yes? its coz i kept it in a very safe place. treasure it loads okay. (= squint your eyes a lil bit to read those words. i think they are really meaningful. true or not true that's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/113368572512721141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=113368572512721141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113368572512721141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113368572512721141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2005/12/51-anger-management-i-have-something.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-113345472115824876</id><published>2005-12-01T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T08:32:01.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#50: the quiet things that no one ever knows.just the other day i said i feel like vanishing from some peoples' lives. but now i feel like vanishing from the face of earth. took this one from emil's blog. a picture we took at school weeks ago using her camera phone. i like the picture. though i look tired. its because i am tired. tired of what you may ask. i don't really know either.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/113345472115824876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=113345472115824876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113345472115824876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113345472115824876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2005/12/50-quiet-things-that-no-one-ever-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-113333664133241021</id><published>2005-11-29T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T23:44:01.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#49: car-phobic.i'll not drive cars for a long long time.today morning I drove to school. with my dad beside me of course. i was at my car park. about to exit into another main route in the car park. there was a stop sign so i stopped. looking out for any cars on the right. no cars.so i proceeded. i saw a car approaching from my left. can you picture what im talking about? imagine a T junction </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/113333664133241021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=113333664133241021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113333664133241021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113333664133241021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2005/11/49-car-phobic.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-113315911029233384</id><published>2005-11-27T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:25:10.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#48: have you?have you ever felt like totally vanishing from some peoples' lives?have you ever felt like erasing your history and re-writing it?have you ever felt like you haven't make any impact on peoples' lives and you feel useless?have you ever wondered how much you mean to people around you?have you?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/feeds/113315911029233384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3966438&amp;postID=113315911029233384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113315911029233384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3966438/posts/default/113315911029233384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fintz.blogspot.com/2005/11/48-have-you-have-you-ever-felt-like.html' title=''/><author><name>FiNtz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3966438.post-113305700597958552</id><published>2005-11-26T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T18:25:32.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>#47: dead beat i was studying for accounts test 2 weeks ago when a brilliant idea struck me.initially i wanted to make it a small event. but it was enough to make me all excited and geared up.i started inviting some friends.then it turned out that more than half couldn't come. so another idea struck me. why not this week instead? 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