<?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-2953690433922976758</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:49:09.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank the Heavens for Fiztastic...!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-2085658992887672073</id><published>2009-07-31T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:26:44.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>Hey Baby. I know you've been disappointed that i haven't been updating my blog or using my FB. I'm sorry Love. I guess i'm just not into those kinda of things actually. I very much like having you in person and telling you stuff in person instead of using those other mediums but i know its important to you. So if it's important to you, its important to me too. I'll try my very best to update my blog every so often alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here it goes. I've been staying over baby's house practically every single day since i got back. Although it's been close to perfect, things haven't really sailing. The police thing has taken such a long time and it was a relieve that i got the final interview over and done with about a week ago. Let's pray hard i get accepted. I really want to be a Police Officer. Its been harder that i thought to get a job but i guess i've been too picky and i really didn't try as hard as i should have but no more of that. I'll be more resilient and try to get any job that's decent. Hopefully the Police approval comes fast though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby has been fantastic the past few months and i'm really grateful for having you. I'll repay your faith in me soon enough alright. Your support and love really helped me pull through those tough months. I wouldn't what to do without you. BUT, you also been naughty too. If you know what i mean. Hahaha. Are you really sure you're gonna come down with chicken pox? or do you want 2 weeks of papmpering? hahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now. Catch ya later love! I Wuv You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-2085658992887672073?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2085658992887672073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/2085658992887672073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/2085658992887672073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-6083918877989647972</id><published>2009-04-23T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:58:44.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's nothing like you and i</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent some time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Together walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spent some time just talking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About who we were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You held my hand so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very tightly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And told me what we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could be dreaming of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing like you and i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent some time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Together drinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spent some time just thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About days of joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As our hearts started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beating faster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I recalled your laughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From long ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing like you and i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent some time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Together crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spent some time just trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To let each other go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I held your hand soVery tightly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And told you what &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dreaming of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing like you and i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So why do I even try?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's nothing like you and i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. Princess, Abg Loves You so very Much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-6083918877989647972?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6083918877989647972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-nothing-like-you-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/6083918877989647972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/6083918877989647972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-nothing-like-you-and-i.html' title='There&apos;s nothing like you and i'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-1911026245007030329</id><published>2009-04-23T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:47:38.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going Home..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;24th of April 2009. I'm going home! I shall not make the same mistakes again. My words and crediblity are in tatters. My respect is gone. However, this is not the end. My wife, wonderful and divine has not chastised or forsaken me. She, however clearly reminds me that i no longer have chances. She knows i don't deserve any chances but she has agreed that to have me again. I can't let go of this opportunity. She has sacrificed so much and i have done so little to show gratitude. I'm scared to make promises but she has taught me to be strong and slowly i'll regain her trust, belief and respect. I'm not home-free yet but i have not been forsaken either. I Love You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mistakes are meant to happen cause we are only human but she has agreed to forget my past indiscretions and i am eternally grateful. She is there for me and i shall never let her down. I want to keep this promise so Love please help one last time to be a better man. The nightmare has ended and the re-buiding process can now begin. Rome wasn't built in a day and it certainly wasn't built by one individual. Baby, please help my redemption process and help me built our very own Roman Empire. You shall be my Cleopatra and i shall be your Julius Caesar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm excited as fuck! I'll be in Singapore soon. I shall be able to hold my dearest wife again. No doubt i have screwed up our initial plans but i intend to be the first person you see when you wake up in the morning. It won't make up for anything yet but i hope you'll be able to see my sincerity again. I live for you, i live for us Love. I Cherish you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Princess, I Love You. And you Love me. You're right, that's all that matters. You're always right on matters of the Heart. You're stronger when it comes to Love. But i'll make up for my weaknesses. I Love you, i really do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You made up your mind to marry me so fast by our first month together to be precise. Honestly, i never thought anyone could love me so much to make up such a decision so quickly. I do want to marry you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Love You. I'll see you when you wake up alright. I'll be the first person you see when you awaken from your sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Love You Nor Aisyah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-1911026245007030329?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1911026245007030329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-going-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/1911026245007030329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/1911026245007030329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-going-home.html' title='I&apos;m Going Home..!'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-602481632791392001</id><published>2009-04-22T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:45:56.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Asshole City, Population: 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;'It irks me everytime you remind me that you're coming home. Cos i noe all plans are fucked. All Thanks to you'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the love of your life says something like that to your direction, they don't have to say anything else. It's clear enough. It also means there's nothing left for you. You blew it. You were blessed with the most perfect partner in life but it's physically ingrained in you to hurt her and disillusion her. After this you don't deserve anyone anymore. Perhaps it's fitting that i'm leaving a place where no one loves me to a place where no one wants me anymore. Perhaps i'm destined to lead life alone and wondering. I can't erase her pain cause it's not possible anymore. She can't look me in the eye without having doubts about me because it's not possible anymore. She Loves you but does she wants you anymore? Questions are the bane of a Grade-A Asshole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As i sit here, typing blood is slowly filling up the inside of my mouth. There's no where to spit the blood out so i swallow mouthful after mouthful. Doctors say that if you swallow enough amount of blood, you could pass out. It looks like a ready-made punishment for Assholes like me. The first rule of being and Asshole is that you stop being one. I broke that rule. I remain as one. Everytime i feel like one, i pray, i recite my prayers. But the prayers no longer give me peace and i can no longer reflect. It seems God played a sick joke when he decided to make me. A walking, talking and breathing example of a man who has been damned from the get go. Destined to be alone and destined to hurt others. I can just imagine God saying, "Look everyone, if you want an example of an Asshole and the Damned, look no further than Hafiz Suhaimi".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, if you still allow me to call you that, i know you like dancing and clubbing because it de-stresses you and it helps you forget your worries in life. You'd need it in abundance tonight. I just would like to make 1 last request. Please don't forget me when you're clubbing tonight. Baby, I hope you still wear our ring. It's the only thing that binds me to you and the moment. I hope you still consider yourself as a married woman. I still hope you still regard yourself as my wife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to apologize to everyone for hurting your Aisyah. I want to apologize to your best friend, Farinah who has helped you a great deal, to yan and yat, to Ice and Izzy, To Mak, Kakak and Bapak and the kids. I never meant to hurt you Aisyah everyone. When she introduced me to all of you, i was honoured. As i got to all of you better and became closer, i felt like all of you were like my family too. If i can no longer be part of your family, i gladly accept your decision. I shall make a personal apology to everyone when i get back. Even if none of you want to see me anymore, please grant me 5 mins of your time to allow me to apologize for hurting Aisyah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please forgive me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-602481632791392001?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/602481632791392001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-to-asshole-city-population-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/602481632791392001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/602481632791392001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-to-asshole-city-population-1.html' title='Welcome to Asshole City, Population: 1'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-610671394532037622</id><published>2009-04-20T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:17:06.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it too late? have made 1 mistake too many...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today has been a bittersweet day. Sweet because i'm coming home back to the only person who has loved me unconditionally. The person who has given her heart totally to me but i'm afraid i have made the biggest mistake of my life. And i'm afraid i may have caused her to doubt my love for her. I love her with all my heart but this mistake, this error. I'm afraid i may lose her because of this and it is totally my fault. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has made it perfectly clear what she feels and she's right. I'm wrong and that's plain too see. I have made too many mistakes and she has gone out of her way to forgive me all those times but i'm afraid she may never forgive me anymore. I have to pay for my mistakes. If she says i have to be alone on the day that she has painstakingly worked for, then i will do as she says. But that doesn't mean i'll ever stop trying to pay for my mistakes. I'm not prepared to live my life alone not least when fate has given me the perfect person for me. It may seem that i am taking her for granted but that will never happen. I love her too much for that too happen. I'll always love her and that will never change. I know she loves me too but i'm afraid she may not be able to forgive me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not want to lose the only person whom have only ever loved. I do not want to let what we have go. I want to marry her and that's what i ever want to do. I promised that all her sacrifices will not go down in vain and i still intend to keep my promise. It may seem far from that right now but i will keep my promise and marry her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, i will still turn up to your house on the weekend. I will never stop trying but if you say that i'll be alone on my birthday, i'll accept that. But i won't ever give up. If you tell me that you're gonna go out then i'll follow you and make up for my mistakes. I'll only stop if you tell me you don't want me in your life anymore. I know you still love me and i'll fight for your love. The day i stop is the day when you turn around and tell me that you have no more love for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE YOU NOR AISYAH. I ALWAYS WILL. I KNOW IM ASKING TOO MUCH BY ASKING YOU TO FORGIVE ME AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT I LOVE YOU AND I EVER ONLY WANT TO BE WITH YOU AND NO ONE ELSE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to marry you and have a family. That dream will always be around. You will be the last woman i'll love and thats the truth. If you think my mistake is one too many and too big, i shall live the rest of my life alone cause i can only ever love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-610671394532037622?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/610671394532037622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-it-too-late-have-made-1-mistake-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/610671394532037622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/610671394532037622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-it-too-late-have-made-1-mistake-too.html' title='Is it too late? have made 1 mistake too many...?'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-7166801123833763438</id><published>2009-04-19T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:46:45.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 More Days...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Princess, How was your day? The past few days haven't been the best, partly due to me. I haven't been the best husband for you and i know that. I should have been more understanding and it's worse because i know your situation and i wasn't sensitive enough. I'm in the wrong and i just want to apologize from the bottom of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, Abg da beli ticket and it cost $528. You must have been praying very hard cause the cheap tickets was still around. Thanks for your prayers Love. Baby, the flight is on the 24th of April. I will fly at 720pm and reach Singapore at 0100am. Baby the extra money, we'll use it for transport and food ok. At least we'll have some money to get us going. So far everything has turned out how we planned it to be. But you deserve all the thanks because you did most of the job. You know what? Ayah asked me whether i want to stay with nenek. Personally i don't think its a good idea because we won't be able to be together and it's another way for them to keep an eye on me. They still want to control me. That's why i think he asked me whether i want to stay with nenek. I don't think it's a good idea. I don't really want to go along with that idea. Personally i think its a way for them to keep their hold over me. I don't want to do that. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enough with bad news. Soon we'll be able to be together again. We'll be in each other's arms and we'll be able to hold each other again. I can't wait. I can't wait to be able to hold you, kiss you and smell you again. The very thought of all being able to do all those things again is making me shiver with delight. Baby, soon we'll be together again. Like we were always meant to be. Soon all this will be nothing but a dream and we'll be a reality again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, please take care of yourself alright. Just a few more days. 4 more days to be exact. Then, i'll be able to take care of you and pamper you. Soon alright. Are you excited? I am! SO put on a smile for me and start the countdown!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE YOU NOR AISYAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-7166801123833763438?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/7166801123833763438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/4-more-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/7166801123833763438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/7166801123833763438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/4-more-days.html' title='4 More Days...!'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-4741763850920995072</id><published>2009-04-15T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:55:42.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you...very much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't really sleep last night. I was worried for Love. She said she'd call me but she didn't. She must be still sick i guess. She's been having stomachaches. I hope everything's ok. I really feel bad that i can't help her while she's sick and all. I'm sorry love. I hope you took your meds. Have something to eat alright. That always help. If you're hurting too much, rest at home alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was pretty much awake from 1230am to 0630am this morning. I was just lying in bed, eyes wide open just thinking. Everytime i closed my eyes to go to sleep, they just opened automatically. No matter what i did, i just couldn't fall alseep. Part of me was thinking about Love and how she's doing. Her being sick and all just got me worrying. While i was lying down in bed, i realized i've not spoken to my parents for a bout 2 to 3 weeks. Not a single sentence. Imagine that. Living in the same house but not an acknowledgement of each other. I realized that i was really lonely. I don't really talk much at home. I just talk to my sisters. I guess you CAN be lonely in a house full of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The good thing about not being able to sleep is that you have time to think. I did alot of thinking. I realized my sisters are very important to me. I realized i dont really have much of an opinion of my parents anymore. I realized i'm pretty much lonelt too. I just want to go home to Singapore and start all over again. Cause the most important person in my life is back home in Singapore, My Lovely Wife, Nor Aisyah Binti Mohd Sah. I'll be home soon enough. I just can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Love You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-4741763850920995072?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/4741763850920995072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-youvery-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/4741763850920995072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/4741763850920995072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-youvery-much.html' title='I miss you...very much'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-6647247545039749665</id><published>2009-04-14T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:42:04.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry Baby...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good Morning Baby. I hope you had a good sleep. How's your tummy? I hope it feels better now. Don't forget to take your meds ok. Baby, you're probably taking a shower right now right? I'll wait for you alright. I promise. Thanks for calling me again last night. Your voice was what i needed to fall asleep peacefully. as usual. Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, I'm sorry i got angry at you yesterday. I was being super selfish. You're sick and i should have been more understanding. I shouldn't have talked to you so harshly last night. I didn't mean to Love. You know i love you right. No matter what. I'll never be like that again Love. I promise. I promise to you. The last thing i ever want to do is to make you sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'M SO VERY SORRY LOVE! Forgive me PLEASE! (cute smile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, it's the 15th of April today. You know what that means. 9 more days...! Oh man, i'm so excited!!! Less than 10 days to go. Imagine, next Saturday, i'll be in Singapore! This will all be over. Baby, i know you're excited! Hehehe. I'm so gonna hug you tight when i see you at the airport. I'm not letting you go! You can bet on that. You'll be in my arms the whole night! No escaping from me! Hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. Princess, Abg just want to say sorry to you again. Abg tau abg jahat semalam. I'm Sorry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Love You Tau...Muacks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-6647247545039749665?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6647247545039749665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-sorry-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/6647247545039749665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/6647247545039749665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-sorry-baby.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry Baby...!'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-7341955891884221175</id><published>2009-04-13T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:48:25.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gd Morning Love...! You're not online yet. I guess you went to take a shower straight way huh? Well that way you won't be late i guess. I'll be waiting, imagining you in the shower. Hehehe. I hope you had a good sleep last night, even though we got cut off again. I just want to say that the last few nights have been great. Talking to you, listening to your voice again. It's been fantastic. It almost seems that we're right next to each other. Well Baby, i hope you don't take too long in the shower. I'll be waiting for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's the 14th of April. You know what that means. 10 more days! Oh Baby, i can't wait. Soon we'll be together again. We can continue being us again. I can start being a Police Officer again. Everything is just going back to how it used to be. Once I start work, i promise i'l' work hard for the both of us alright. You can bet on that. I can't wait! Hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, everything here is as usual. I rarely speak to my parents anymore. And Mama is being herself as usual. Sometimes i don't know what's in her mind. Seriously, i don't know what's going in that head of hers half the time. Apart from that, it's been alright. Luck my sisters are here. So i have company. Thank God for them. The weather here has been great. It's been sunny but its not hot. The wind is cooling. It's not like Autumn at all. But i promised you that i would take pictures of me in the outdoors. So i'll keep that promise to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be home soon Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. I Love You, My Pumpkin Princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-7341955891884221175?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/7341955891884221175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/countdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/7341955891884221175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/7341955891884221175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/countdown.html' title='Countdown...!'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-1348043479755187837</id><published>2009-04-11T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:54:04.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgraceful...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good Morning Love! How was your sleep? I hope it was good. Last night wa Hott! Hehehe. Anyways it was good to hear your voice again at night before going to sleep. It was as though we were right next to each other. I had a really good sleep thanks to you. It was the most peaceful sleep i had in a while. I dreamed the most wonderful dream. We were walking hand in hand on the clouds, smiling, happy and without a care in the world. I wished that dream was reality. I miss you but soon we'll be together. Soon alright Love. On my count, we have around 12 more days. I can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You must be wondering the reason behind the title of my post. DISGRACEFUL!.  My parents, i'm assuming my MOTHER deleted my account on the desktop. I'm perfectly fine with her deleting my account, it's her computer but she did not have the courtesy to tell me she deleted my account. I found out by myself. I switched on the comuputer only to find that my account had been deleted. What a way to find out huh. She goes on about being responsible and being upfront with people but tell me, how is this being upfront with people. That's why its DISGRACEFUL. Practice what you Preach! Is this how you teache your children? Hmph..! You don't see me as a son anymore, why should i see you as a mother anymore? You talk about respect but you don't respect me. In all of my 22 years, i have, i had nothing but respect for you. Now i'm treated this way just because i changed my mind? I no longer have the heart to stay here and this is what i get? You used to say the truth hurts. I can only assume you're too cowardly to say it has hurt you and that's behind your disgraceful behaviour. I tell you i wanna go back to Singapore and you start saying that i'm disrespectful, useless, nothing and irresponsible. What has all that got to do with what i chose. I simply chose what my heart has been telling me all along. Your outburst was uncalled for! DISGRACEFUL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, im sorry it's such an angry update. I just had to tell everyone what i'm going through. If she doesn't respect me enough to tell me what she has done, i'm just going to follow her example. I'm not going to tell her anything anymore. Baby, i know you'll be there for me and i thank you for that. I love you and i always will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. We can start counting down Love. Hehehe. Wink2! I Love Paichi Girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-1348043479755187837?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1348043479755187837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/disgraceful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/1348043479755187837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/1348043479755187837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/disgraceful.html' title='Disgraceful...!'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-2401838299247429036</id><published>2009-04-08T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:27:20.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/Sd1O6sYeKjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CNUEI0ntnRg/s1600-h/DSC00167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322497104874973746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/Sd1O6sYeKjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CNUEI0ntnRg/s320/DSC00167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby Love! Its been fantastic the past 2 nights being able to hear your voice at night again. It felt like a dream talking to you again. It was almost as though you were right next to me. You being your manje self, wanting attention from me as usual. Hehehe. I miss that. I miss that manje voice that you used to do whenever you know you're going to get in trouble with me. Hehehe. Baby the only downside was when the line went dead. Just as we were about to get comfortable. It just means that i have to get back as sson as possible. I can't stay here any longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, i can't stay on the comp for too long. I'll send you emails in the afternoon alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. I Love You. Muacks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-2401838299247429036?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2401838299247429036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/2401838299247429036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/2401838299247429036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You....'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/Sd1O6sYeKjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CNUEI0ntnRg/s72-c/DSC00167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-8416893951379219183</id><published>2009-04-07T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:45:10.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdwBCWZQbyI/AAAAAAAAADI/QtNhR4PevHA/s1600-h/DSC00560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322129999527964450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdwBCWZQbyI/AAAAAAAAADI/QtNhR4PevHA/s320/DSC00560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, thanks for the good news! Your call last night was a great surprise. Its been a long while since i heard your angelic voice. It certainly was music to my ears. Hearing your voice was great and along with the additional good news from the SPF, it was a great night all round. Baby, I've missed you so much. I've missed you terribly. I love you. ALWAYS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Princess, nowadays i'm happier and bubblier. I'm almost back to my old self. This is all due to the fact that i will be coming home soon. I'm sure on the night before, i wont be able to sleep properly. I'm sure of that. Baby i can't wait. i really cant. Pray hard that our plan goes smoothly alright. I have not been doing much nowadays. Just emailing the flight companies and checking for updates from SPF. But the 1 thing that i do everyday wothout fail is to think of my dear wife waiting for me patiently in Singapore. Don't worry Love, we'll be together soon enough. I'll be your capable Police Officer again. You can see me in uniform again. Hehehe. Wink2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's all for the time being. I shall be waitiing for your phone call patiently tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. Baby, i just wanna say thanks for all your help. Thanks a million Love. I really appreciate it. I Love You. I always will. Muacks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-8416893951379219183?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/8416893951379219183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/yesssss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/8416893951379219183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/8416893951379219183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/yesssss.html' title='YESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdwBCWZQbyI/AAAAAAAAADI/QtNhR4PevHA/s72-c/DSC00560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-219451156673923775</id><published>2009-04-06T19:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:45:47.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lovely Angel Princess...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/Sdq-RzGEwdI/AAAAAAAAADA/z-rtn1aTGzc/s1600-h/DSC00563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321775122674401746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/Sdq-RzGEwdI/AAAAAAAAADA/z-rtn1aTGzc/s320/DSC00563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello Love! Sorry i couldn't go online in the morning. My parents were having 'a talk' with me. I couldn't get out of it. Listening to them just seems like they can't understand that i'm leaving. I've already told them that i'm leaving but they just can't get it in they're heads that i'm going to leave. I don't care. I 'm leaving. Even if they take all my stuff, i'll go home with the clothes on my back. That's how much i wanna leave. I just want to get to Singapore, be with you again and start work as Police Officer in the Singapore Police Force again. Those are the only things that i ever want to do and yeah plus, getting married to you too. Hehehe. Wink2. I really missed talking to you in the morning love. I really did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Princess, I already deleted mama off my friends list on Facebook. You should too. Those sites are meant for us to be ourselves and have our own private time. Parents and children should never be friends on those sites. Anyways, the flight company said that the cheaper flights could be sold out and i have already asked them to check on the availability of the next tickets, including the price. Lets pray it wont be too expensive. Oh, i just checked, the prices are no longer $439 but she can get it at $480. Check my email when you get home alright. Let's pray there will still be seats for that price. Pray hard alright love. Tell me what you think of the prices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, i hope you had a gd day at work. Don't forget your dinner when you get home ok. Don't worry much about me. I'll be fine. You don't skip your meds ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. It'll be fine. I'll be home soon enough. I love you Princess! Muacks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-219451156673923775?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/219451156673923775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-lovely-angel-princess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/219451156673923775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/219451156673923775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-lovely-angel-princess.html' title='My Lovely Angel Princess...'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/Sdq-RzGEwdI/AAAAAAAAADA/z-rtn1aTGzc/s72-c/DSC00563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-870292299830635365</id><published>2009-04-05T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:37:26.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 7th Anniversary my Lovely Pumkin Princess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdlOm5ETdFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VcI_TOCyNiA/s1600-h/DSC00571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321370864775820370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdlOm5ETdFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VcI_TOCyNiA/s320/DSC00571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 7th Anniversary Love...! Has it been 7th months already? My, how time flies when you are with someone whom you truly treasure and Love. I know i say this every month but all these months spent with you have been a dream come true. You really are the only woman i ever want to be with. Ever. Every single i'm thankful that we're together. I love you my Pumpkin Princess. I read your blog earlier and everything you said just melted my heart. Baby, You are the love of my life. You really are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, you're right. This will be the only anniversary that we will be apart. I will be coming back soon! Oh man! Even thinking of it is getting me all excited. I can't believe i'll be home soon. Baby, i'll be home soon. Then we'll be able to spent anniversaries and other milestones in our life together. The thought of it sends a tingle down my spine. I can't wait. Hehe. I Love You la Paichi Girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. Happy 7 Anniversary Love! May there be more anniversaries in our life together!. I Love You! Muacks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-870292299830635365?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/870292299830635365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-7th-anniversary-my-lovely-pumkin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/870292299830635365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/870292299830635365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-7th-anniversary-my-lovely-pumkin.html' title='Happy 7th Anniversary my Lovely Pumkin Princess!'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdlOm5ETdFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VcI_TOCyNiA/s72-c/DSC00571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-3253344508400862106</id><published>2009-04-03T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:23:15.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the Best Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdbSjfGb4zI/AAAAAAAAACw/upIoxPvF8E8/s1600-h/DSC00558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320671516870566706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdbSjfGb4zI/AAAAAAAAACw/upIoxPvF8E8/s320/DSC00558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, you're the best. You always know how to lift my spirits. Right now as i watch you sleep, i'm updating my blog as i have promised you earlier. Its been a long time since i've been able to watch you sleep. You look so angelic and beautiful. You look so peaceful. I'd like to remember you this way. Thanks you Love. Thanks for everything. You really are the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, even though things are still tough right here, i've been happier lately because i know i'll be going home soon. Thats the only thing that has been on my mind since we picked a date and thought up a plan to come back home. I really am looking forward to that day. I can't wait. It'll be the happiest day of my life. It'll be great when we'll be able to see each other again. I won't know to cry or smile. I'll probably do both at the same time. Baby, the first night back, i just want sleep and lie in bed with you. With just our bodies and the blanket to keep us warm. Like how we always used to. I miss those times. But we don't have to worry anymore right. I'll be back soon enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i'm back, we'll be able to do so many things together again. Hari Raya, our 1 year anniversary, going to Escape and going to Sentosa. It will also mean that we will have to start saving up for our marriage. I can't wait. No doubt it will be tough but it will be worth every last effort. It will definitely be worth it. It'll be the best day of our lives sayang. It will be trust me. I'm sure you'll look beautiful as always on our big day. Alright Love, we need to work hard and save up money ok. Its a promise both of us have to keep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, as you sleep spundly on your bed, i cant help but feel thankful that i have you. Thank you so very much Love. I'll make sure i'll be the best husband for you and hopegully for our kids. I'll be the best man there is for you. Baby, i can't let you go to the clouds alone, by yourself. So wait for me alright. I'll be right there. We'll sleep in each other's arms ok. Snuggling up to each other on the soft fluffy clouds. Like how we always do. Alright Love, wait for me cause Here I Come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. Baby, you will always be my Angel. I Love You. Muacks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-3253344508400862106?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/3253344508400862106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/youre-best-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/3253344508400862106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/3253344508400862106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/youre-best-love.html' title='You&apos;re the Best Love...'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdbSjfGb4zI/AAAAAAAAACw/upIoxPvF8E8/s72-c/DSC00558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-6048189268221853931</id><published>2009-04-02T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:01:23.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gd Morning Love...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdU1eghYO_I/AAAAAAAAACo/OQA23fSCPII/s1600-h/DSC00555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320217333050391538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdU1eghYO_I/AAAAAAAAACo/OQA23fSCPII/s320/DSC00555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gd Morning Love! Reading your blog, i take it you went to Swenson's after work yesterday huh. I hope you enjoyed it. Looks like you had Ice-Cream there. I assume Farinah took you there. Thank her for me for taking you out. She's a good friend. You're too have a friend like her. Actually you're quite lucky too have all your girls. You start work at 7am today right? I'm waiting for you online. I hope you come on, even for 5 minutes, i'll be happy. If you don't, that probably means you're running late for work right. Work is more important. Don't be late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How are you Love? You still sick? Don't forget to take your meds ok. Keep taking your meds till you get better. I don't want you being sick. I worry everytime you get sick. Promise me you'll take care of your health alright. I know its an early start for you today but don't forget your breakfast alright. You'll probably have bread again right? Hehe. Make sure you've done all your school things. Wear a jacket ok. It'll be cold in the morning, especially in the bus. Be careful alright Love. If i dont't get to see you online later, i just wanna say, have a fantastic day at work alright. Don't forget your lunch. Muacks! A big kiss for my lovely wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. I LOVE YOU NOR AISYAH! MUACKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 MORE DAYS HUH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HEHEHE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-6048189268221853931?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6048189268221853931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/gd-morning-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/6048189268221853931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/6048189268221853931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/gd-morning-love.html' title='Gd Morning Love...!'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdU1eghYO_I/AAAAAAAAACo/OQA23fSCPII/s72-c/DSC00555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-9214265466019239104</id><published>2009-04-01T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:49:42.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poor Baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdQLOFpB-9I/AAAAAAAAACg/u-1vO4ZusOc/s1600-h/DSC00554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319889396491746258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdQLOFpB-9I/AAAAAAAAACg/u-1vO4ZusOc/s320/DSC00554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Syg, what happened? are you sick again? I'm sorry i'm not there with you Love. I promise, when i get back, i'll take care of you like i always used to. Baby, as i'm typing out this present blog entry, i cant't help but feel anxious and worried. Usually at around this time, you're already awake and you're online. You'll say 'abg' and then i'll say 'syg'. Baby, i hope nothing is seriously wrong. I'm just very worried. Cause now, we can only keep in touch in the morning and not seeing you online when you usually are is kinda worrying. More so when you told me that you've been really sick. If you can, get back to me k Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had wanted to talk to you abt the tickets but right now i can only think of you and the state of your health. You know i worry about you right. Baby i hope everything's fine. Well i'll give you some updates of myself. Its the same old thing. Everyday like how you know it is. Now, i go out of my room more and act like everything's normal. cause i've got a right to be well i've a right to being who i want to be. I try to eat as usual. Its a work in progress. But i still eat, don't you worry. But i just miss you so much. Its the only thing that i think about and now its even more cause you're not online and i'm thinking, 'what happened?', 'she's sleeping?' or 'she's too sick to get up?'. All these things are running through my mind at the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, i'll tell you abt the tickets anyways. Its $600 AUD for the flight. Its Etihad Airways. But the the travel agent said she could get it cheaper for me, like under $500 if we can pay like a week or two before the flight. The big problem is she said there's only like 7 available seats left. So how? my pay should come early. It should come on a Friday but i don't think it will be enough. I'm not sure what to do. You have any ideas? She said she could get it under $500 but not below $460.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, anyways i still worry for you. Wild things are running through my mind. If you can, please get back to me alright. I can't help thinking of you every day and night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. I love you, i always will. Muacks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-9214265466019239104?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/9214265466019239104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-poor-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/9214265466019239104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/9214265466019239104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-poor-baby.html' title='My Poor Baby...'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdQLOFpB-9I/AAAAAAAAACg/u-1vO4ZusOc/s72-c/DSC00554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-6124821517438032501</id><published>2009-03-31T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:22:58.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day Angel...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdKzufHD9HI/AAAAAAAAACY/LVy08xofXI4/s1600-h/DSC00371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319511721084449906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdKzufHD9HI/AAAAAAAAACY/LVy08xofXI4/s320/DSC00371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How was your sleep love? You feel any better? I read your blog. It was sweet and pretty cool if i say so myself. You're an artist you know that? You always know how to beautify even the simplest photograph. I'm online at the moment. I feel like a thief here. I have to tip toe around just to get by. Baby, what do you mean by 'giving you a month?' If you need to use the money, use it first. It's yours anyways. Don't worry abt me ok. It was just nice to see an update in your blog. I gotta go. Ayah might come in. Have a great day Love...! I miss you...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you. Muacks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-6124821517438032501?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6124821517438032501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-day-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/6124821517438032501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/6124821517438032501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-day-angel.html' title='Good Day Angel...!'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdKzufHD9HI/AAAAAAAAACY/LVy08xofXI4/s72-c/DSC00371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-7473184762214982345</id><published>2009-03-30T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:45:03.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lovely Angel Princess...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdGfiJzd1kI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sc9LEUwxauQ/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319208043997419074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdGfiJzd1kI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sc9LEUwxauQ/s320/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdFgNC5JIxI/AAAAAAAAACI/c9DcKly46Xk/s1600-h/DSC00545.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, i was worried when you told me you're sick. I'm worried. How bad is it? Baby, let me rub your tummy alright. Everything should be all better alright. Have you been taking your meds? Please take them for the time being. At least you have something at the moment to help you deal with the pain. I know you hate it when i say all this casue you only want me. But Baby, i'm trying my hardest. Even though Nurul has agreed to help me with the job, i have been going out almost at every opportunity to look for a job. Syg, believe me when i say i too want to come home now. I really do. Its eating me inside to stay here a day longer. But I'm practically broke and my parents WILL NOT BUY ME A TICKET. They Just won't. They would rather see me struggle to find a job than help me with the ticket situation. It's the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, lets stop with the sad talk for a while alright. Its been a while since we've been really happy. We deserve to be happy. I hope you read my email letter and my post about the song you asked me to listen to. Baby, i hope those managed to put a smile on your face even though you're feeling under the weather. Smile for me love. I promise i will end this nightmare. I just need you to continue being patient. Wait for me Love. I know you absolutely hate waiting but i hope you will make an exception for this one. Pls Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember the first time i came over to your house? It was Hari Raya. You looked beautiful in your green Kebaya. It's still a vision that i can't forget. You simply looked radiant that day. Its an image that comes to my mind everytime i think of our wedding day. You'll look simply elegant and beautiful, as always. You are teh most wonderful, beautiful and most understanding wife a man could ever have. Thank you for being mine. I love you angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Love, i already took down the photo like you told me too. hehehe, sorry love. I love you my angel princess. Muacks! Come online quick alright!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-7473184762214982345?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/7473184762214982345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-lovely-angel-princess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/7473184762214982345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/7473184762214982345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-lovely-angel-princess.html' title='My Lovely Angel Princess...'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdGfiJzd1kI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sc9LEUwxauQ/s72-c/DSC00022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-806207202320984950</id><published>2009-03-30T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T02:16:29.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Leave Breathless....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdCNZznLGII/AAAAAAAAACA/F9wV7anISgk/s1600-h/DSC00167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318906634415315074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdCNZznLGII/AAAAAAAAACA/F9wV7anISgk/s320/DSC00167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, you really leave me breathless everytime i lay eyes on you. You really are everthing thats good in my life. The song perfectly describes the feelings that i have everytime i think of you. I still can't believe that you're mine. Its just like a dream evertime i think of you. Our love really is like a fairy tale. We know how the first chapter started. We know how the last chapter is going to end. Lets make everything in between a worthwile read alright love. Lets make it unbelievable, enchanting and a fairy tale that is worth everything in the world. Let's make it a promise to the both of us that our love will always remain true. We owe it to each other to prove to all those non-believers out there. My parents would be on the top on that list. I know you agree with me on that one. hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, listening to the song just made me want to work harder so i can get back quick and continue our fairy-tale fantasy. We both deserve it. Aren't we deserving of a fairy tale love story? I think we do. I know we do. We deserve to live in a fnatasy world after a long hard day in reality. Don't you think?I'll make sure our fairy tale love story will be a reality love. I'll work hard so that both of us will have the life that we both deserve. I posted this extra blog just for you. You deserve it for asking me to listen to such a beautiful song. I hope you enjoy reading it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. I love you. Just can't stop saying that.hehehe. I Love You.! Muacks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-806207202320984950?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/806207202320984950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-leave-breathless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/806207202320984950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/806207202320984950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-leave-breathless.html' title='You Leave Breathless....'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdCNZznLGII/AAAAAAAAACA/F9wV7anISgk/s72-c/DSC00167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-5829993562685045395</id><published>2009-03-29T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T17:35:11.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be Back Love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdATWBgxpQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_ov9hnymv7M/s1600-h/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318772429008512258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdATWBgxpQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_ov9hnymv7M/s320/DSC00094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, How are you? you sick? what happened? I'm sorry alright. I have already submitted my withdrawal from university. So that effectively means i'm not a student anymore. Needless to say, the parents are not too happy with me. The good news is, well if you call it good news, Ayah will not stop me from going back to Singapore. Nurul has agreed to help me with the job situation. She will get me a job. Baby, i just need you to wait a while more ok. I know you can do it. We nned to be strong for each other. Last night, when you gave me that surprise call, i was esctastic to say te least. Thanks Love for that pick me up. Don't worry love, evertyhing is going as plan. They will not stop me anymore. I 'll be back soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, dont post any personal messages on each other's wall at the moment alright. I know its going to be hard to not do it but my parents are going through my facebook profile. There's no privacy. We can still post normal things , like i love you though. We gotta use our Blogs more often alright. Lisen to me on this one ok. Just need to hang on to this a while longer. Just remember, i'm working hard to get back, for Us. Remeber, i'll always love you Nor Aisyah..! I always will. I know you'll wait for me and i WILL NOT TAKE IT FOR GRANTED. I PROMISE YOU. I WILL WORK HARD AND AS SOON AS I HAVE ENOUGH MONEY, I SHALL BE ON THE FIRST PLANE HOME. Wait for me love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, we'll be in each other's arms. I promise you that. I will prove it to you and we'll prove to everyone else that we're srtong and we're meant to be. I love you and i can't wait to be your husband. Thats a Fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. I'll be thinking of you. Everything i do, it will be for us. I promise you that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Miss that Smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-5829993562685045395?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5829993562685045395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/ill-be-back-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/5829993562685045395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/5829993562685045395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/ill-be-back-love.html' title='I&apos;ll be Back Love....'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SdATWBgxpQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_ov9hnymv7M/s72-c/DSC00094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-1953929901635491192</id><published>2009-03-28T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T18:52:41.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut Off...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/Sc7UG8TNvYI/AAAAAAAAABw/1ifXLvSw95M/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318421425702157698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/Sc7UG8TNvYI/AAAAAAAAABw/1ifXLvSw95M/s320/DSC00198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night was bittersweet. I got to hear Love's voice but 20 minutes into the conversation, we got cut off. That was the worse feeling ever. Both of us hanging onto the last few seconds that we had left, trying to squeeze every possible word of love we possibly could. When the line went dead, it felt like i went dead. I was crying my heart out and i just couldn't stop. I cried myself to sleep, knowing my lovely wife, who's all the way in Singpore could be crying as well. It broke my heart knowing that i had inadvertently made my lovely wife cry. I apologize from teh bottom of my sincere heart. I'm sorry love. I'll try every way possible so i can get back to Singapore as soon as i can. I'll look at every way possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now its 1241pm Aussie time. I'm waiting patiently and carefully for you to come online. Hopefully, you'll be on soon. Carefully because i don't want my parents to find out what i'm doing at this very moment. I just can't this life anymore. Being cut off to the very person who shall be my wife. My Lovely Nor Aisyah. Baby, in the event we don't get to talk to each other today, i'll be going to univeristy early in the morning tommorrow to finalize my withdrawal, me dropping out from university. It hurts me to know that we might not be able to talk to each other for a while. I'm pretty sure that hearing each other's voices has been helping us a great deal to cope with this temporary separation. I know right now you're dreaming that i'm right next to you in the clouds, us cuddling and sleeping in pure bliss, without a care in the world. Syg, i'll never love another cause you are the only woman worth loving in this world. You're worth everything. I Love You Nor Aisyah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S I don't know how long i can wait on the comp, but i'll try my best alright. I Love You Syg. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-1953929901635491192?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1953929901635491192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/cut-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/1953929901635491192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/1953929901635491192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/cut-off.html' title='Cut Off...!'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/Sc7UG8TNvYI/AAAAAAAAABw/1ifXLvSw95M/s72-c/DSC00198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-4340840572586382565</id><published>2009-03-26T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T18:27:46.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what's worth fighting and working hard for...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/ScwozV_iRWI/AAAAAAAAABo/YM6te3h1PY8/s1600-h/DSC01165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317670122559784290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/ScwozV_iRWI/AAAAAAAAABo/YM6te3h1PY8/s320/DSC01165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The answer is Us. Us is worth fighting for. If you were wondering what i meant by my message in Facebook. This is what i meant. I can't believe my own mother called me a Loser behind my back. What a hypocrite and that was very very low and lacking in class. For Someone who always said, 'Tell it to my face!', this was very disappointing to say the least. I have nothing but respect for my parents but to do so just because i want to live my own life? What a joke! I 'll never lose respect for my parents but with antics like this, the respect is slowly eroding away. And what does she knows abt what i do all day? It's easy for her to say that i stayed at home alll day, doing nothing because she didn't even bother to ask, same goes for my Father. I spent the afternoon walking around the Town Centre practically begging for work. But what do they know? For all they care, I'm just a worthless bum who's taking up space in their house. Yesterday, i couldn't believe when my Father threatened me. He threatened me with arrest. If i go anywhere near their Family house in Yishun, he'll call the police and will not hesitate to press charges against me so that i'll be put in jail. Who would have thought? All this because i simply told them i don't want to go to University anymore and i want to return to Singapore. Tell me, does this looks like i had the freedom to think for myself all those years ago? Figure out the answer for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angel, every single day i think of you and that's the only thing that keeps me going. The memory of your soft touch, your soft lips and your loving embrace is what i dream of every single day. Please pray for me so that i get a job soon and will be able to save up money to pay those people and so that i can start saving up for my plane ticket. Please pray for me, my Lovely angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. You are woth fighting for...! I'll always be yours. I love you, angel! muacks!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-4340840572586382565?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/4340840572586382565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-whats-worth-fighting-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/4340840572586382565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/4340840572586382565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-whats-worth-fighting-and.html' title='This is what&apos;s worth fighting and working hard for...!'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/ScwozV_iRWI/AAAAAAAAABo/YM6te3h1PY8/s72-c/DSC01165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-5218758667573883014</id><published>2009-03-26T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:40:05.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey Pumpkin Princess. Hw've you been? I miss you so much. Its been great cause i've ben able to keep in touch and talk to you since i've been here. But there's a new big and bad update. They want me to pay them back $2600 for the plane tickets that they bought f0r me for my my previous two trips to Australia. Its crushing to hear news like that. I am sincere in wanting to pay them back but this latest setback shows how much they lost their trust in me. I guess i have to work through this. I initially hoped to be in Singapore by middle of June but now i hope i can get back before the 25th of August. I can't miss your birthday. I just cant. I owe it to you to be back home by then. I hope i'll be able to. Wish me Luck and pray for me Syg, cos i need the job for the money. Give me Strength my Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to see the pics that you posted on your blog. I'm afraid i have not been able to take any new pics lately. Its been difficult. The only thing that is holding me up is knowing the fact that i'll be back in Singapore. Nothing is ever going to change that fact. Mrs Hafiz Suhaimi, Here I Come! Every single night i dream of being in Singapore, just next to you. Us, happy together and married. Me going to work in Singapore. Coming back home after a long day at work to yur arms. Kissing you and revelling in your embrace. Thats all that i dream about every night. Thats how much i miss you and thats how much i wanna be back in Singapore. So Pray for me everyone so that i'll get a job quick and get enough money to pay off those people and so that i can get back home to Singapore to my Lovely Wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I miss you So! Muacks I Love you Princess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-5218758667573883014?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5218758667573883014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/5218758667573883014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/5218758667573883014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while...'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-5212620089025669256</id><published>2009-03-24T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:07:42.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Baby Love...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/Scm770GJqgI/AAAAAAAAABg/TbLTlk2q16M/s1600-h/DSC00527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316987471358700034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/Scm770GJqgI/AAAAAAAAABg/TbLTlk2q16M/s320/DSC00527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Syg! I love you so much! Man, Im going home! But not so soon. I need a job first. That $500 is sure gonna help alot. Thanks Love. I cant stand it anymore. I make 1 decision and my parents explode. Who would have thought. They dont even regard me as their son anymore. I wanna go back home to Singapore as soon as possible. I'd be much happier working in Singapore cause i know we'll be together. My parents....man! Who would have thought! Accusing me of so many things! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angel, Thanks for wanting to help me out. I dont know what i'll do if you weren't helping me. Thanks for telling An and Ken for me also. Can you say thanks to them for me too? You're willing to help me out with everything and i cherish you for that. I'm so very lucky to have you. I want to get married to you now even more. You've show me how selfless you are. I'll make sure your sacrifices will not be in vain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, one more thing. That morning we had on the web cam...was that hott or what! hahahaha. wink2. I shan't go into more detail but it was out of this world! You never fail to make me feel hot under the collar! Baby, i hope i'll get the money quick cause with each passing day its becoming hard for me to stay here. The sarcastic comments and the nasty things that i'm subjected to are taking thier toll on me. There are times where i feel so worthless and angry just listening to thier snide and nasty comments. Its like a verbal world war betwwn me and my parents, only i didnt know a war had started. I really hope i get the money quick. I can't to step foot in Singapore again so that i can hold you in my arms again. I Love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. Wish me Luck Love! pray that money falls from the sky or something! hahahah. I'll talk to you soon alright. Hugs and Kisses for my lovely angel! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-5212620089025669256?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5212620089025669256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-baby-love_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/5212620089025669256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/5212620089025669256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-baby-love_24.html' title='Hey Baby Love...!'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/Scm770GJqgI/AAAAAAAAABg/TbLTlk2q16M/s72-c/DSC00527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-9209840959097561767</id><published>2009-03-23T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:33:26.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Coming Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, i'm sorry to have made you worry last night. I was sick and i finally told my parents that i no longer wanted to go to Uni. They're letting me go home. I, However have been effectively disowned by my own family. I shall no longer have the right to call them my family. It was the biggest decision i've made so far in my 22 years of life. The catch however, is that i shall go home, homeless. They have called all the family members to not let me stay with any of  them. They have made me give them back the house keys and they have told an Uncle to put an extra lock at the house to prevent me from coming home. I'll be homeless. The deal also means there will no longer give me money. But the way they said it pretty much pissed me off. They made it out to me that i kept calling them for money, using every possible moment to ask them for money. Baby, you know as well as anyone that i have never called my parents specifically for money. I wanna go home but that doesnt mean that i'm disrespectful or ungrateful. Baby you know how many times i keep saying how good my parents are right? you know how many time i kep telling you that i wanna be like Ayah when i grow up. But those dreams will now have to be cast aside. Its ironic, because my family likes to think that they voice out thier problems when there are problems but really, we're, i mean they're a family that prefers the quiet approach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, this is for real. I will be coming back to Singapore for good. But i dont think i'll be able to face your family or my extended ones. I know i'll be able to see you again. Many people will think and say that i made this decision for the wrong reasons. But I'm not. I know i'm not. I'm making it for us. Baby, I love you. And one more thing, i have to work to buy my own airplane ticket. Dont worry, I'll be able to. I'll be thinking of you. But can you help me find a job and a place for me to stay first? I dont want to be staying at your place. I dont want your family to think that im making use of them. and plus, we're not married yet. It wont be nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, come online before you go to work alright. I know you're angry but my phone's fucked and my phone card is finished and i dont have enough money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Baby pls, Be my shoulder to lean on when im back in Singapore. I'll only have you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-9209840959097561767?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/9209840959097561767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-coming-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/9209840959097561767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/9209840959097561767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-coming-home.html' title='I&apos;m Coming Home...'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-6930274368217474500</id><published>2009-03-21T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:50:51.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays used to be spent at Love's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/ScWmHMA9n8I/AAAAAAAAABY/N5voKCdNGD4/s1600-h/DSC00523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315837577595297730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/ScWmHMA9n8I/AAAAAAAAABY/N5voKCdNGD4/s320/DSC00523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Sunday Syg! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember how Lazy Sundays used to be spent at your place? We'd wake up, and then i'll go get the paper. While you find something to eat in the kitchen. Then we'll just sit around letting the day pass us. I miss that. Remember the time when we went cycling with kids kat pondok? Remember how An fell and you laughed? hehehe jahat tau baby! But weren't those good times. I want those times again. Don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As i type up this post. You may be soundly asleep i your comfortable bed that i sorely miss. Just lying in bed with you and cuddling. I'm sorry it took such a long time for me to understand. I only wish you'll forgive me for taking such a long time. I treasure those times where i was able to hold you and feel my skin against yours. I miss those times terribly. Baby i would also like to aplogize for last night. I shouldn't have said what i said. I wasn't thinking straight cause i was afraid of losing you. I'll never do something like that ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, i need to find a job terribly. I need to save up money for us. I promise i'll find the money alright. I'll take your advice and go by myself. I have to be my own man. You're right. You always are. I only hope i'll be able to give you a future you so richly deserve. A loving family with kids. You deserve that. I thank you for picking me to have a family with. Thanks Angel. Thank you for loving me unconditionally and with all your heart. Thats the best present you could ever give me. Now sleep soundly my Pumpkin Princess. Your Abd Masam will be waiting patiently for you to wake up. I love you Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You never fail to put a smile on my face angel. I love You. Muacks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-6930274368217474500?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6930274368217474500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/sundays-used-to-be-spent-at-loves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/6930274368217474500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/6930274368217474500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/sundays-used-to-be-spent-at-loves.html' title='Sundays used to be spent at Love&apos;s'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/ScWmHMA9n8I/AAAAAAAAABY/N5voKCdNGD4/s72-c/DSC00523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-1400787468420475679</id><published>2009-03-20T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:18:47.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Weekend in Oz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/ScRObrn57qI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TBkqW10nurQ/s1600-h/DSC00530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315459697677561506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/ScRObrn57qI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TBkqW10nurQ/s320/DSC00530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good Morning Love! Its morning already. I'm guessing its 10am Singapore time right now. Remember how i used to saty at your place and we would wake together? Sometimes you waking me up with a kiss and sometimes i'd wake you up with a kiss. I miss that. I especially miss the nights where we would just lie in each other's arms with just the blanket covering us. Those were good times indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, your post was sweet indeed. The lyrics to Halo are beautiful indeed. You know something? After i read your post, i went to the living room and the music video to Halo came up. What a coincidence! Beautiful or what? Baby, last night or rather early this morning you were still not asleep. That was sweet of you. Looking out for me while i sleep. But baby, remember don;t do it anymore. You need sleep as well. Dont be selfish to your own health alright. I need you to be healthy, happy and bubbly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was a downer. Didn't get my laptop or even wireless. If i was back home in Singapore i would'nt have to rely on my parents for all this. I would simly work and save up to buy things for myself and Love. This sucks. I need a job bad. I feel like a kid again. What have i become? from being my own man to this....what a fall from grace! But i Know my pumpkin princess will always be my side. You'll always be there for me! thanks Love. You're the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways when you wake up, i'd probably be at the town centre already. Looking for a job. I really need one. So when you wake up, just text or gimme a call alright Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till the next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Love you Nor Aisyah! Muacks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. I'll get those pics for you alright...! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-1400787468420475679?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1400787468420475679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-weekend-in-oz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/1400787468420475679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/1400787468420475679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-weekend-in-oz.html' title='First Weekend in Oz'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/ScRObrn57qI/AAAAAAAAABQ/TBkqW10nurQ/s72-c/DSC00530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-4002347808567507512</id><published>2009-03-19T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:09:30.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day in OZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/ScMIprpj4VI/AAAAAAAAABI/nr3Z9tfchx4/s1600-h/DSC00503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315101497412018514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/ScMIprpj4VI/AAAAAAAAABI/nr3Z9tfchx4/s320/DSC00503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up this morning and found myself still in Oz. I had such a good dream about the how i used to be in Singapore, hanging out at Love's place. Playing with the kids and talking to Mak. I remember the good times just spent just sitting next to Love, talking, laughing, making fun of her and sometimes engaging in naughty activities that shall be left unsaid but remembered. Wink2 baby.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish i was backk in Singapore. Things would be much less harder and less sadder. It sure as hell wouldnt be lonely with Love by my side. Well I guess i have to be strong for both myself and Love. For the good of our relationship. Cause i really do believe in ours. No matter what other people might think or say. I would like to reserve a special thanks to all of Love's friends for standing by her and giving her the support that she needs. You guys know who you are and i appreciate all of your help in being there for my pumpkin princess whn i physically cant. Thks guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, i miss you. There hasn't been a day where i havent thought or dreamt of you. I have made my personal mission to be stronger and work harder for our future. I want us to have the future that we so wanted. Married, with kids and a lovely and happy family. It won't be easy in the beginning but i will make sure everthing works out. I Love you Love and my love for you will never ever change. I miss you so very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, here are some photos of my room and house that you wanted. Hope you like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. I Love you! Muacks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-4002347808567507512?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/4002347808567507512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-day-in-oz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/4002347808567507512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/4002347808567507512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-day-in-oz.html' title='Another Day in OZ'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/ScMIprpj4VI/AAAAAAAAABI/nr3Z9tfchx4/s72-c/DSC00503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-7488412250993220227</id><published>2009-03-18T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:51:11.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Confirmed...I'm down for the count KO'd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, I dont know why. I went through your archives in your blog. I didnt go through all. I just went ill the one when you saw him finally after 4 days. I know right now you love me but im so selfish and blind to let all that bother me. I just dont wanna be another archive in your blog. It hurts to even think of it. I know i wont be cause you've always told me that you love only me. I believe you. i always will. But my spirits have been so low, it it were a fuel tank it would be at empty. I know in just being dramatic but you wont love another right. I'm your last right baby love. We're each other's last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said i'll accept your past. And i did. Its just during this period of time, i'm so broken, i feel so lost and alone. I know you've been trying your hardest to cheer me up and i dont want to be sad anymore. Its just so hard to do . There are so many things that i'm thinking of doing to help me stop feeling this way. But i'm afrid all the things that i'm thinking off will only help you end up alone and me become nothin but a lasting memory. So i wont because i know our love is worth too much to throw away. But baby, after this post i dont know when my next one will be. Its been a few days since you left a message on my Facebook and i miss that. I'm being selfish again. FUCK! I need help. help me. Cause just like a boxer who's been through 12 rounds with Muhammad Ali, I'm basically knocked out. I dont know when i'll wake up. I hope the people and supporters in my corner will help me back to my feet. Cause i'm lying flat on my face and i have no energy left to get up before the ten count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me princess. Help me please. I'm so devoid of spirit. I dont know what im doing here. You know what to do right. I'll just lie down, face down till you call alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. Help me please. I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-7488412250993220227?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/7488412250993220227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-confirmedim-down-for-count-kod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/7488412250993220227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/7488412250993220227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-confirmedim-down-for-count-kod.html' title='Its Confirmed...I&apos;m down for the count KO&apos;d'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-7086824382531207328</id><published>2009-03-18T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:45:07.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Breaking Down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/ScG_nKxDmMI/AAAAAAAAABA/tyh3ukYNUjg/s1600-h/DSC00521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314739714899810498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/ScG_nKxDmMI/AAAAAAAAABA/tyh3ukYNUjg/s320/DSC00521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont have school today. Its the first time in around 2 years that i've got a free day. I have totally nothing to do. I've always thought that days like this would be fantastic. But, today just made me miss my princess even more. I miss her terribly and i'm on the verge on collapsing. I barely eat nowadays. I made noodles in the morning just now but that just reminded me of the noodles that Love used to make for me. Everything i do just reminds me of you. Its so difficult for me to function nowadays. Its been almost a week and i haven't got any better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Love for talking to me last night. Its been a while since we last had a conversation. I appreciate that. But when you said that if you were the most important thing to me, then i would only think of coming back and nothing else. It made me feel really down. You really are the most important thing to me. Believe me. Don't doubt me alright. I know you love me. YOU ARE IMPORTANT. I hope you feel that way to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're going clubbing today. Have fun with the girls. I know you'll take care of yourself. Its just that you know how i act everytime you go clubbing. I'm a big jerk. Just take care of yourself and don't get drunk. It's good that you have friends that tries to take you out to have a good time. You deserve it. Let you hair down and enjoy. Just remember you have a husband here. You are as good as married woman. Remember that. You should take your mind off things. Let loose and relax. I wished i had friends here who would do the same. i wished i had friends here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, when its my turn to let loose and enjoy, will you help me do it? I'm alone here as you know. I barely talk to my parents anymore and my sisters are busy with their own things. I've got no friends. I'm alone. I want to let loose and enjoy myself too. I just dont know how. Love, should i even bother with trying to enjoy myself and let loose? Fuck, i cant even do the simple things by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a separate note, I took some photos while at soccer yesterday. This is one of them. Its not the best photo. I hope you're not angry or anything. The camera died like 5 mins in. That's all for today. Lets see whether tommorrow brings more misery to me or i get lucky and somehow i manage to smile by myself. I seriously doubt it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE YOU NOR AISYAH BINT MOHD SAH. I think of you every single day, every single moment. You fill up my day. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. I Love you angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-7086824382531207328?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/7086824382531207328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-breaking-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/7086824382531207328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/7086824382531207328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-breaking-down.html' title='I&apos;m Breaking Down.'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/ScG_nKxDmMI/AAAAAAAAABA/tyh3ukYNUjg/s72-c/DSC00521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-4550396262563287705</id><published>2009-03-17T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:50:21.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to work hard for the both of US</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/ScB5vxtPKOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rjWNkzic144/s1600-h/DSC00517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314381422001072354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/ScB5vxtPKOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rjWNkzic144/s320/DSC00517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby, i'm sorry i made you cry last night. At the same time i have to thank you for being there for me when i needed you. I can only  hope i've been doing it for you. If i haven't i'm deeply sorry. I know i should be there for you more often. I can only imagine the pain you're going through. My parents had no right in calling you a distraction. You're not and never will be. Instead you're my motivation to study hard and be successful. You will always be my reason to succeed in life. I'll make sure we end up living together and getting married. Every single night i dream of you in my arms, holding you, lying next to you, kissing you and stroking your hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, i'm still confused over what i want. The only sure thing that i know is that i want to be with you and marry you. I miss our conversations. I miss us talking face to face. I miss us being physically together. I think you're doing a pretty good job holding yourself together. I'm proud of you, my pumpkin princess. You are exceptional, beautiful and strong. Never forget that and never let anyone tell you otherwise. You are my pillar of strength. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night was horrible. If only i had stayed behind in Singapore. None of this would happen. I'm still not sure what to do. If you were here, you would have definitely sat down with me to help me figure things out. I was so stubborn not to listen to you. Right now you must be going " I told you so Abg' right. Well you ought to. I'm man enough to admit i made the wrong decision. Even its too late for regrets, this is one regret that will haunt me for the rest of my life. You're are worth everything to me. Tell me baby, what should i do? A big part of me wants to goo back to Singapore and start all over agian so that we can be on our way to start a new life. But a apart of me wants to stay and prove my parents wrong. I'm afraid the latter is the wrong reason to keep on saying here. Help me princess, what should i do? My heart says to come back to you qnd Singapore. You and Singapore are what makes me Me. I need you to keep on going. Baby i'm sorry i's so stubborn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a happier note, thanks for the pick me up call in the morning. It really did lift my spirits. You never fail to surprise me with your endless supply of laughter and positvity. You are the magical. You really are a kind of magic. My Magical Pumpkin Princess. I'll talk to you soon alright love. I Love you like i have never loved anyone before. Remeber that you'll always be my one and only true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I promise we'll be married to each other and yeah you need to help out too. HeHe. I Love you princess. MUACKS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;060908&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-4550396262563287705?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/4550396262563287705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-to-work-hard-for-both-of-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/4550396262563287705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/4550396262563287705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-to-work-hard-for-both-of-us.html' title='I have to work hard for the both of US'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/ScB5vxtPKOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rjWNkzic144/s72-c/DSC00517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-8275884575845049914</id><published>2009-03-16T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:16:26.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Baby Love...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/Sb8V4g15y9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9lRc8qZcopo/s1600-h/DSC00505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313990145953352658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/Sb8V4g15y9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9lRc8qZcopo/s320/DSC00505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THANKS FOR MAKING ME SMILE AGAIN LAST NIGHT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have the shock of my life, a gd shock when i heard mu PUSPA ringtone ringing. Its been a long time since i heard that ringtone. It meant only 1 thing, my lovely wife was calling ME! How i missed you calling me. Ho i miss our long conversations. Thanks alot baby girl. You're the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to school again just now. Just to check how i can get started and how i can catch up with the rest of my class. It doesn't look good. The co-ordinator said it's gonna be very difficult to catch up. I felt and still feel like quiting school. I should have just joined the Police Force when i had the chance. I wished i had. Man, i miss you so much my pumpkin princess. I should have listened to my heart and said no. I should have stayed in Singapore and be a Police Officer like how i always wanted to be. Regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i hope you're doing well baby gerl. Eat well and take care of your health alright. I'll always tuck you in and meet you in the clouds. Thats a promise. I wish i could just get on the 947 at BB interchange and pick you up right now. We could go to WM and play our favourite Jurassic Park game at TimeZone. Remeber that? I miss that. We were great at that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby. I miss you like hell. Can't wait to hear your voice again. Have fun shopping with Farinah alright. Don't stay out too late. Make sure ther's no boys around alright. Remeber you're a married woman. Married to Ironman. HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright Baby, till the next post. Loving and missing you always, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your abg masam, HAFIZ...MUACKS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. I Love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-8275884575845049914?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/8275884575845049914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-baby-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/8275884575845049914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/8275884575845049914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-baby-love.html' title='Hey Baby Love...!'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/Sb8V4g15y9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9lRc8qZcopo/s72-c/DSC00505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-1771200867491723819</id><published>2009-03-15T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:21:59.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, i just got back from school. It wasn't the best. I didn't know anyone and i felt so lost. If i were to start school in singapore, you would have sent me to school right. Nobody wanted to help. And it was so difficult to find someone who could. I hope you're doing well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How was your day at work? Was it tiring? Is your supervisor giving you problems again? What did you have for lunch? How are you? there are so many things i wanna ask and tell you. I need to hear your voice. I miss you so much. Im nt doing so well. I feel sick, in fact i am sick. My hands have bben in my pockets ever since i got here. Thanks baby. I cant wait till i get to come back and hold you in my arms. I cant wait till i get to come back and kiss you and hug you. I miss you terribly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hw's everyone? Hw's Mak? Hw's Kakak and the Kids? amd Mr Sambal? Is he doing fine? hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;You know i'll die without your love. I yearn for your touch, smile love. I miss it so. I'll die if there was no more love between us. i miss the simple things like getting to hold your hand and running my fingers through hair. Yhose ar the most important things to me. I know its the same for you too. I'll talk to you soon alright. I need to ie down. I don't feel so good right now. Catch ya later love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I LOVE YOU NOR AISYAH BINTI MOHD SAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loving you always, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your Abd Masam Hafiz, MUACKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;060908&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.s I love you always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-1771200867491723819?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1771200867491723819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-day-at-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/1771200867491723819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/1771200867491723819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-day-at-school.html' title='First Day At School'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-9193710707065480089</id><published>2009-03-13T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:16:28.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this for real G?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby Love, seeing  and holding you in my arms pouring your heart out to me just shows how passionate and true a person you are. But you are no ordinary person. You are my one and only pumpkin princess. You are my wife to be. Yes you are!!! Kiss2 Wink2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cant say goodbye ever. We're only allowed to say Catch Ya Later Love! Promise me this alright my Lovely Baby Girl. As Im typing this and while hanan is trying to chat with you, i cant help but feel happy and grateful that i found you. That however, doesnt hide the fact that sadness is filling up my allergy riddled heart. Rmb dont ever let me have peanuts ever. I love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby pukul Abg! abg Crying now. But i LAP YOU.Nanti abg lap baby ngan towel baby k.I Love you!!! I'l  be back soon. But pls dont pukul me. I scared la Baby. I love YOU. MUACKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-9193710707065480089?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/9193710707065480089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-this-for-real-g.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/9193710707065480089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/9193710707065480089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-this-for-real-g.html' title='Is this for real G?'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-5577071817016367363</id><published>2009-03-08T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T05:50:46.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets, Love and  Realizations...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First Things first. Best Weekend ever. Spent the whole weekend with love. Friday started off with Love staying over at my 50 Bedroom house. Then for the rest of the weekend, i stayed over at the new ritz carlton at BB East Ave 4. you guys should stay over there, its5 star!.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i finally stood up to Jack or sort off. He's been getting on my nerves and pissing me off for the past 7 years. He's pissed off right now cause i dont listen to him anymore. In Fact the real reason i think he's pissed off is because he doesn't feel like the leader anymore. He's used to getting things done his way. If Mat doesnt have a problem with it i dont see a reason why he has one. He's still a great friend but he has issues that has to be addressed.&lt;br /&gt;I went to a wedding with Love. That was alright though i managed to piss her twice in like 45 mins. nt cool at all. Anyways it was norline, my classmate from nvss that got married, so Congratulations.  We went back home after that without before assuming that Jack cancelled on Mat cause he heard i went to the wedding with Mat. How Mature. Sorry dude you're a friend but you have issues. And dont say i dont value friendship or cant practice what i preach cause there were times in the past and right now where that applies to you too. It applies to everyone. NOBODY"S PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;Love, thanks for the wake up call. It was hard but it was neccesary. I didnt mean to do what i did. I was wrong and i promise that was the first and last time it will happen. I really am. thanks for th walk, hug and your golden shoulder. it was greatly appreciated. You're tough and sweet at the right time. I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly guys, i still count you guys as friends. Thanks mat for understanding. Jack, you know i still want to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Sorry...I LOVE YOU PUMPKIN, BABY, NOR AISYAH PRINCESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-5577071817016367363?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5577071817016367363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/regrets-love-and-realizations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/5577071817016367363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/5577071817016367363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/regrets-love-and-realizations.html' title='Regrets, Love and  Realizations...'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-1562379612790414884</id><published>2009-02-28T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T08:06:44.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its the 28th of Feb. This is only my 2nd post since love helped set up my blog. Today we went out to ACER to get Love's brand new spanking laptop. Being the artist she is, she decorated her laptop and it just looks fantastic. Followed love's family to IMM and the kids had a blast playing. Today Love looked so happy...must be down to me being next to her...or could it be because of her new laptop? hahaha...well looks like im staying over tonight...and yeah, thanks love for helping my blog look cool..you're the best..dont ever forget that. I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-1562379612790414884?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1562379612790414884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-28th-of-feb.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/1562379612790414884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/1562379612790414884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-28th-of-feb.html' title=''/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2953690433922976758.post-3596621536937681225</id><published>2009-02-22T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T06:01:55.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiztastic has arrived...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its Fiztastic. Im here, ive arrived. no small thanks to Aisyah. Im the new blogger in the blogging world, so hey and a big shout out to everyone!!!!! Special thanks has to be reserved for Ms Aisyah bte Md Sah. She's the love of my fiztastic life...true story. Alright i'll be blogging once i get the hang of this. So Love, thanks for everything, my sweet little pumpkin princess. 060908 MUACKS to you TikusLady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2953690433922976758-3596621536937681225?l=iamfiztastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/feeds/3596621536937681225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/02/fiztastic-has-arrived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/3596621536937681225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2953690433922976758/posts/default/3596621536937681225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamfiztastic.blogspot.com/2009/02/fiztastic-has-arrived.html' title='Fiztastic has arrived...!'/><author><name>Fiztastic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05964077311716617493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJ7xZl_sQXY/SalfID20KsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5taJIWurOSs/S220/L0ve.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
