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		<title>U..</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 07:49:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Melly</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Firstly, i wanna apologize for not updating Bubbles for almost a year. My last meaningful update was December 23rd 2008..
I apologize for not sharing things about my life, my family, my friends, my career and of course Si Dia.. 2009 has been crazy! Total madness and a dreadful mess.
This e-mail came in my inbox this [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal"><em><span style="font-family: mceinline">Firstly, i wanna apologize for not updating Bubbles for almost a year. My last meaningful update was December 23</span><sup><span style="font-family: mceinline">rd</span></sup><span style="font-family: mceinline"> 2008..</span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><em><span style="font-family: mceinline">I apologize for not sharing things about my life, my family, my friends, my career and of course Si Dia.. 2009 has been crazy! Total madness and a dreadful mess.</span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><em><span style="font-family: mceinline">This e-mail came in my inbox this morning..</span><strong><span style="font-family: mceinline"> Subject: U</span></strong></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: mceinline">This is for you,</span></em></strong><em></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: mceinline">I HATE that you are so smart but you lose it because of him</span></em></strong><em></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: mceinline">I HATE that you fail to realized how shitty he treats you</span></em></strong><em></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: mceinline">I HATE that you neglect me when you have him</span></em></strong><em></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: mceinline">I HATE that you dont care about anything else other than him</span></em></strong><em></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: mceinline">I HATE that you can have a better life without him but you refuse to move on</span></em></strong><em></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: mceinline"> </span></em></strong></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: mceinline">other than that im ok and  im tired of hating. ok. Im done</span></em></strong></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family: mceinline">-Anonymous-</span></em></strong></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><em><span style="font-family: mceinline">These 5 “I hate” statements changed my entire morning &amp; would change the entire day and days coming i&#8217;d say.. sender shall remain unknown to all of you. just so you know that this entire situation has caused me more than a heartbreak. I lost people that are dear to me.. it may not be physically, but I lost them in trust and respect.</span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><em><span style="font-family: mceinline">I need this space to talk about Si Dia.. Might take me more than 1 entry and you’ll soon find your way as to how the statement above came about…</span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><em><span style="font-family: mceinline">Tanpa sedar I’ve been close to him for more than a year. Yup.. 13 months to be exact. My God, if only I have a memory of an elephant.. I would love to expel every single thing about Si Dia &amp; I.. but unfortunately my mind has suffered relapses.. as I call it.. although my sisters love to refer to it as “the state of denial”.. Perhaps it is just that.. Denial.. Denial.. Denial.. basis of the entire unnecessary pressures.</span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><em><span style="font-family: mceinline">Lets recap from January 09.. the major thing I could and want to remember is the 21</span><sup><span style="font-family: mceinline">st</span></sup><span style="font-family: mceinline"> of January 09. 11.30pm somewhere near my place. Gist of the conversation between Si Dia &amp; I was the fact that if we didn’t try we would never know that we could be for each other. So, we decided to put our “relationship” on play mode. We decided. It was mutual. Nobody made the decision for the other person. So yes! We were and item. Notice the word “were”. Funny… Our relationship lasted 3 days.. pathetic but mostly funny. And the best part is, it didn’t end with a conversation nor did it end with an argument. I just happened. Si Dia met me and a few friends for coffee on the 3</span><sup><span style="font-family: mceinline">rd</span></sup><span style="font-family: mceinline"> day. Over the past 2 hours we were there, not once did he address me or even acknowledge my presence. I felt a thunder reap my soul off this body and I was sad.  Later I left without saying goodbye to him. Then on the way back, he texted. “I know I acted like a jerk and I’m Sorry”. I for the first time didn’t reply and decided to cool down until tomorrow. Let’s just see if I could wake up the next day &amp; acted like nothing happened.. (evidence of being denial)!</span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><em><span style="font-family: mceinline">Next morning I texted him and ask him out for lunch as it was a Saturday. He replied that he can’t as he’s packing and leaving for Bali in 4 hours! He needed space and time to find himself he said. Of course I was shocked as hell and angry coz Bali was suppose to be our trip when we took the bet to loose weight before. But then I stood and think, ok! Let him go. Let him get what he wants. Let him settle and think of his life and start setting priorities and goals in life. When I wanted to send him off, he said, don’t worry about it. He’s got a ride. Long story short, he was at the airport, he checked in but never flew to Bali.. reason being, according to him it was technicality problems.. I say, it was God’s grace to teach him a lesson for his intent to run away from problems.. (well, at least that’s how I see it..).</span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><em><span style="font-family: mceinline">No news from him for the next 10 days! That includes his birthday which falls end of January. I didn’t call nor text to wish him. I assume the day he left for Bali was the end of our relationship. So I was in no way obligated to do anything anymore. But then February 3</span><sup><span style="font-family: mceinline">rd</span></sup><span style="font-family: mceinline"> he texted. Cant remember any significant conversation but he came over to see me.. we chat at the parking lot for a good 1 hour. Then we sort of came to an agreement that we need another day to really sit down and spill the beans. It was set, we went out for dinner the following night. Reservations were made at a restaurant to celebrate his overdue birthday. He picked me. Sempat menjeling before saying I look good in the white shirt and blue jeans.. Only because he had the same thing on. Hahaha.. tak sengaja… anyways, we enjoyed dinner then talked. </span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><em><span style="font-family: mceinline">“I like you. I’m comfortable with you. Every day closer to you brings me close to reaching perfection. You’re perfect. You’re beautiful. You’re even more beautiful than my Ex grifriend. I’m a very lucky man. My family has never stopped praising you and has never stopped wanting you to be the one. I know if I let you go I’d be the stupidest men ever. But all these are just in my head. Not my Heart. I don’t wanna hurt you. I’m sorry. I’m trying hard but I keep hurting you and I don’t wanna do that. Can we please just let things be the way it is for the time being?</span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><em><span style="font-family: mceinline">So how do you think I reacted? Judging at where I am now, of course I took his idea and let things be the way it is. Not forcing each other into a relationship, let alone a commitment.</span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><em><span style="font-family: mceinline">Then time pass by, February was ok.. then March came in with immerse emotional challenge. Ups and downs with him just being him and with me being the drama queen u all know I am . Then April came. The last I heard from him was April 13</span><sup><span style="font-family: mceinline">th</span></sup><span style="font-family: mceinline">. At that time when he didn’t reply my text and ignored my calls, I said THAT”S IT. If he wants me, he’ll know where to look. It was by far the worst period of my life this year. 5 God damn weeks of silence. 35 long days and nites of total shut down. No contact made at all. No encounters whether intentionally or not. I cried almost every night for no reason, I kept checking my phone for missed calls and messages. Nada! Nothing!! I slowly learnt that I need to move on. Slowly but surely. Deleted all his SMSes. Didn’t want to at first. But God’s great. My phone had problems and has to be reformatted. Nothing could be saved. Except my soul so that I don’t have to read all his txt again every nite in bed.. Needed to find a diversion. Started gym. Lost a lot of inches, which by the way I am so fucking proud off and still working on loosing more.. Felt good. Had more time for work, family and myself. Felt great!</span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><em><span style="font-family: mceinline">Then, just when I thought he was gone, he emerged! He texted on May 19</span><sup><span style="font-family: mceinline">th</span></sup><span style="font-family: mceinline"> at 7.49pm! I remember having coffee with a dear fren who later slept over. I admit, we were talking about him and how I needed to let go. Suddenly SMS came in. I picked the phone and I swear I shouted and swore! I was shivering when I showed my friend that it’s his name that appeared on the phone. I was shaking! Excited? Maybe but mostly it was as if I just saw a ghost coz he died and he came back!! Whatever the hell for..his txt read “ Hi Mel. Its been a while. Wanna meet up for Coffee?” Thank God my friend was there. She helped rationalized my thinking and reminded me of how successful I was at keeping him at bay. So, that was it. I did not reply the text at all.. Finally found the strength to live without him…</span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><em><span style="font-family: mceinline">TBC (To be continued)</span></em></p>
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		<title>Smile.. Uncle Kracker</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 06:49:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Melly</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[This song just makes me smile&#8230;
You&#8217;re better then the best
I&#8217;m lucky just to linger in your light
Cooler then the flip side of my pillow, that&#8217;s right
Completely unaware
Nothing can compare to where you send me,
Lets me know that it&#8217;s ok, yeah it&#8217;s ok
And the moments where my good times start to fade
You make me smile like [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This song just makes me smile&#8230;</p>
<p>You&#8217;re better then the best<br />
I&#8217;m lucky just to linger in your light<br />
Cooler then the flip side of my pillow, that&#8217;s right<br />
Completely unaware<br />
Nothing can compare to where you send me,<br />
Lets me know that it&#8217;s ok, yeah it&#8217;s ok<br />
And the moments where my good times start to fade</p>
<p>You make me smile like the sun<br />
Fall out of bed, sing like bird<br />
Dizzy in my head, spin like a record<br />
Crazy on a Sunday night<br />
You make me dance like a fool<br />
Forget how to breathe<br />
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee<br />
Just the thought of you can drive me wild<br />
Ohh, you make me smile</p>
<p>Even when you&#8217;re gone<br />
Somehow you come along<br />
Just like a flower poking throughthe sidewalk crack and just like that<br />
You steal away the rain and just like that</p>
<p>You make me smile like the sun<br />
Fall out of bed, sing like bird<br />
Dizzy in my head, spin like a record<br />
Crazy on a Sunday night<br />
You make me dance like a fool<br />
Forget how to breathe<br />
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee<br />
Just the thought of you can drive me wild<br />
Ohh, you make me smile</p>
<p>Don&#8217;t know how I lived without you<br />
Cause everytime that I get around you<br />
I see the best of me inside your eyes<br />
You make me smile<br />
You make me dance like a fool<br />
Forget how to breathe<br />
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee<br />
Just the thought of you can drive me wild</p>
<p>You make me smile like the sun<br />
Fall out of bed, sing like bird<br />
Dizzy in my head, spin like a record<br />
Crazy on a Sunday night<br />
You make me dance like a fool<br />
Forget how to breathe<br />
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee<br />
Just the thought of you can drive me wild<br />
Ohh, you make me smile</p>
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		<title>When a girl&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://mellymelly.blog.com/2009/05/12/when-a-girl/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 15:05:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<div><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #6000bf; font-family: Tahoma;">Got this in my email again this morning.. just thought i'd share this..&#160;</span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="color: #6000bf; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div>
<span style="color: #6000bf;"><span style="color: #6000bf;"><span style="color: #bf00bf;">When&#160;a&#160;GIRL&#160;is&#160;quiet&#160;...&#160;millions&#160;of&#160;things&#160;are&#160;running&#160;in&#160;her&#160;mind.<br />
When&#160;a&#160;GIRL&#160;is&#160;not&#160;arguing&#160;...&#160;she&#160;is&#160;thinking&#160;deeply.<br />
When&#160;a&#160;GIRL&#160;looks&#160;at&#160;u&#160;with&#160;eyes&#160;full&#160;of&#160;questions&#160;...&#160;she&#160;is&#160;wondering&#160;how long&#160;you&#160;will&#160;be&#160;around.<br />
When&#160;a&#160;GIRL&#160;answers&#160;'&#160;I'm&#160;fine&#160;'&#160;after&#160;a&#160;few&#160;seconds&#160;...&#160;she&#160;is&#160;not&#160;at&#160;all&#160;fine.<br />
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When&#160;a&#160;GIRL&#160;stares&#160;at&#160;you&#160;she&#160;is&#160;wondering&#160;why&#160;you&#160;are&#160;lying.<br />
When&#160;a&#160;GIRL&#160;lays&#160;on&#160;your&#160;chest&#160;..&#160;she&#160;is&#160;wishing&#160;for&#160;you&#160;to&#160;be&#160;hers&#160;forever.<br />
When&#160;a&#160;GIRL&#160;wants&#160;to&#160;see&#160;you&#160;everyday...&#160;she&#160;wants&#160;to&#160;be&#160;pampered.<br />
When&#160;a&#160;GIRL&#160;says&#160;'&#160;I&#160;love&#160;you&#160;'&#160;..&#160;she&#160;means&#160;it.<br />
When&#160;a&#160;GIRL&#160;says&#160;'&#160;I&#160;miss&#160;you&#160;'&#160;....&#160;no&#160;one&#160;in&#160;this&#160;world&#160;can&#160;miss&#160;you&#160;more&#160;than&#160;that.<br />
Life&#160;only&#160;comes&#160;around&#160;once&#160;make&#160;sure&#160;u&#160;spend&#160;it&#160;with&#160;the&#160;right&#160;person&#160;....</span></span></span>
<div><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"><br />
<strong>Find&#160;a&#160;guy&#160;..&#160;</strong></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"><br />
Who&#160;calls&#160;you&#160;beautiful&#160;instead&#160;of&#160;hot.<br />
Who&#160;calls&#160;you&#160;back&#160;when&#160;you&#160;hang&#160;up&#160;on&#160;him.<br />
Who&#160;will&#160;stay&#160;awake&#160;just&#160;to&#160;watch&#160;you&#160;sleep.&#160;Wait&#160;for&#160;the&#160;guy&#160;who&#160;...&#160;kisses&#160;your&#160;forehead.<br />
Who&#160;wants&#160;to&#160;show&#160;you&#160;off&#160;to&#160;the&#160;world&#160;when&#160;you&#160;are&#160;in&#160;your&#160;sweats.<br />
Who&#160;holds&#160;your&#160;hand&#160;in&#160;front&#160;of&#160;his&#160;friends.<br />
Who&#160;is&#160;constantly&#160;reminding&#160;you&#160;of&#160;how&#160;much&#160;he&#160;cares&#160;about&#160;you&#160;and&#160;how&#160;lucky&#160;he is&#160;to&#160;have&#160;you.<br />
Who&#160;turns&#160;to&#160;his&#160;friends&#160;and&#160;says,&#160;'&#160;That's&#160;her!!"</span></span></span></div>

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<div><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #6000bf; font-family: Tahoma;">Got this in my email again this morning.. just thought i&#8217;d share this..&#160;</span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="color: #6000bf; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div>
<p><span style="color: #6000bf;"><span style="color: #6000bf;"><span style="color: #bf00bf;">When&#160;a&#160;GIRL&#160;is&#160;quiet&#160;&#8230;&#160;millions&#160;of&#160;things&#160;are&#160;running&#160;in&#160;her&#160;mind.<br />
When&#160;a&#160;GIRL&#160;is&#160;not&#160;arguing&#160;&#8230;&#160;she&#160;is&#160;thinking&#160;deeply.<br />
When&#160;a&#160;GIRL&#160;looks&#160;at&#160;u&#160;with&#160;eyes&#160;full&#160;of&#160;questions&#160;&#8230;&#160;she&#160;is&#160;wondering&#160;how long&#160;you&#160;will&#160;be&#160;around.<br />
When&#160;a&#160;GIRL&#160;answers&#160;&#8217;&#160;I&#8217;m&#160;fine&#160;&#8217;&#160;after&#160;a&#160;few&#160;seconds&#160;&#8230;&#160;she&#160;is&#160;not&#160;at&#160;all&#160;fine.</p>
<p>When&#160;a&#160;GIRL&#160;stares&#160;at&#160;you&#160;she&#160;is&#160;wondering&#160;why&#160;you&#160;are&#160;lying.<br />
When&#160;a&#160;GIRL&#160;lays&#160;on&#160;your&#160;chest&#160;..&#160;she&#160;is&#160;wishing&#160;for&#160;you&#160;to&#160;be&#160;hers&#160;forever.<br />
When&#160;a&#160;GIRL&#160;wants&#160;to&#160;see&#160;you&#160;everyday&#8230;&#160;she&#160;wants&#160;to&#160;be&#160;pampered.<br />
When&#160;a&#160;GIRL&#160;says&#160;&#8217;&#160;I&#160;love&#160;you&#160;&#8217;&#160;..&#160;she&#160;means&#160;it.<br />
When&#160;a&#160;GIRL&#160;says&#160;&#8217;&#160;I&#160;miss&#160;you&#160;&#8217;&#160;&#8230;.&#160;no&#160;one&#160;in&#160;this&#160;world&#160;can&#160;miss&#160;you&#160;more&#160;than&#160;that.<br />
Life&#160;only&#160;comes&#160;around&#160;once&#160;make&#160;sure&#160;u&#160;spend&#160;it&#160;with&#160;the&#160;right&#160;person&#160;&#8230;.</span></span></span></p>
<div><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"><br />
<strong>Find&#160;a&#160;guy&#160;..&#160;</strong></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;"><br />
Who&#160;calls&#160;you&#160;beautiful&#160;instead&#160;of&#160;hot.<br />
Who&#160;calls&#160;you&#160;back&#160;when&#160;you&#160;hang&#160;up&#160;on&#160;him.<br />
Who&#160;will&#160;stay&#160;awake&#160;just&#160;to&#160;watch&#160;you&#160;sleep.&#160;Wait&#160;for&#160;the&#160;guy&#160;who&#160;&#8230;&#160;kisses&#160;your&#160;forehead.<br />
Who&#160;wants&#160;to&#160;show&#160;you&#160;off&#160;to&#160;the&#160;world&#160;when&#160;you&#160;are&#160;in&#160;your&#160;sweats.<br />
Who&#160;holds&#160;your&#160;hand&#160;in&#160;front&#160;of&#160;his&#160;friends.<br />
Who&#160;is&#160;constantly&#160;reminding&#160;you&#160;of&#160;how&#160;much&#160;he&#160;cares&#160;about&#160;you&#160;and&#160;how&#160;lucky&#160;he is&#160;to&#160;have&#160;you.<br />
Who&#160;turns&#160;to&#160;his&#160;friends&#160;and&#160;says,&#160;&#8217;&#160;That&#8217;s&#160;her!!&#8221;</span></span></span></div>
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		<title>BITCHology.. a new hybrid of women</title>
		<link>http://mellymelly.blog.com/2008/12/24/bitchology-a-new-hybrid-of-women/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2008 11:03:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Melly</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 35px; COLOR: #bf00bf; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Garamond"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'">I came across this email in my inbox. My dearest cousin forwarded it to me. and guess what. It speaks of me.. YES, me being a BITCH and damn proud of it.. Read up, u'll know why if anyone calls me bitch now, i'll say twankkkkk you! <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /?>
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<span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"><span style="COLOR: #c00000; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">BITCHOLOGY</span><span style="COLOR: #444444; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">&#160;</span><span style="COLOR: purple; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">&#160;</span></span></span> <span style="COLOR: #bf00bf; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"><br /></span><span style="COLOR: #bf00bf; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">When I stand up for<br />
myself and my beliefs, they call me a</span> <span style="COLOR: #c00000; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">bitch.</span><span style="COLOR: #bf00bf; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"><br />
<br />
When I stand up for<br />
those I love, they call me a</span> <span style="COLOR: #c00000; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">bitch.</span><span style="COLOR: #bf00bf; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"><br />
<br />
When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts<br />
or do things my own way, they call me a</span> <span style="COLOR: #c00000; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">bitch.</span><span style="COLOR: #bf00bf; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"><br />
<br />
Being a</span> <span style="COLOR: #c00000; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">bitch</span><span style="COLOR: #bf00bf; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"><br />
means I won't<br />
compromise what's<br />
in my heart.<br />
It means I live my life <span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold">MY</span></span>&#160;&#160; way.<br />
It means I won't allow anyone to step on me.<br />
<br />
When I refuse to<br />
tolerate injustice and<br />
speak against it, I am<br />
defined as a</span> <span style="COLOR: #c00000; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">bitch.</span><span style="COLOR: #bf00bf; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"><br />
<br />
The same thing happens when I take time for<br />
myself instead of being everyone's maid, or when I act a little selfish.<br />
<br />
It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I "should" be. I am outspoken, opinionated and determined. I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that!<br />
So try to stomp on me, try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me. You won't succeed.<br />
<br />
And if that makes me a</span> <span style="COLOR: #c00000; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">bitch</span><span style="COLOR: #bf00bf; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">,<br />
so be it.<br />
I embrace the title and<br />
am proud to bear it.</span><span style="COLOR: #444444; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"><br /></span><span style="COLOR: red; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"><br /></span><span style="COLOR: red; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">B - Babe<br />
I - In<br />
T - Total<br />
C - Control of<br />
H - Herself</span><span style="COLOR: #bf005f; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"><br />
<br /></span><span style="COLOR: #bf005f; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">B = Beautiful<br />
I = Intelligent<br />
T = Talented<br />
C = Charming<br />
H = Hell of a Woman</span><span style="COLOR: #ff007f; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"><br />
<br /></span><span style="COLOR: #ff007f; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">B = Beautiful<br />
I = Individual<br />
T = That<br />
C = Can<br />
H = Handle anything</span></p>
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<span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"><span style="COLOR: #c00000; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">BITCHOLOGY</span><span style="COLOR: #444444; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">&#160;</span><span style="COLOR: purple; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">&#160;</span></span></span> <span style="COLOR: #bf00bf; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"><br /></span><span style="COLOR: #bf00bf; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">When I stand up for<br />
myself and my beliefs, they call me a</span> <span style="COLOR: #c00000; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">bitch.</span><span style="COLOR: #bf00bf; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"></p>
<p>When I stand up for<br />
those I love, they call me a</span> <span style="COLOR: #c00000; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">bitch.</span><span style="COLOR: #bf00bf; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"></p>
<p>When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts<br />
or do things my own way, they call me a</span> <span style="COLOR: #c00000; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">bitch.</span><span style="COLOR: #bf00bf; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"></p>
<p>Being a</span> <span style="COLOR: #c00000; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">bitch</span><span style="COLOR: #bf00bf; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"><br />
means I won&#8217;t<br />
compromise what&#8217;s<br />
in my heart.<br />
It means I live my life <span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold">MY</span></span>&#160;&#160; way.<br />
It means I won&#8217;t allow anyone to step on me.</p>
<p>When I refuse to<br />
tolerate injustice and<br />
speak against it, I am<br />
defined as a</span> <span style="COLOR: #c00000; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">bitch.</span><span style="COLOR: #bf00bf; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"></p>
<p>The same thing happens when I take time for<br />
myself instead of being everyone&#8217;s maid, or when I act a little selfish.</p>
<p>It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won&#8217;t become anyone else&#8217;s idea of what they think I &#8220;should&#8221; be. I am outspoken, opinionated and determined. I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that!<br />
So try to stomp on me, try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me. You won&#8217;t succeed.</p>
<p>And if that makes me a</span> <span style="COLOR: #c00000; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">bitch</span><span style="COLOR: #bf00bf; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">,<br />
so be it.<br />
I embrace the title and<br />
am proud to bear it.</span><span style="COLOR: #444444; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"><br /></span><span style="COLOR: red; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"><br /></span><span style="COLOR: red; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">B - Babe<br />
I - In<br />
T - Total<br />
C - Control of<br />
H - Herself</span><span style="COLOR: #bf005f; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"></p>
<p></span><span style="COLOR: #bf005f; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">B = Beautiful<br />
I = Intelligent<br />
T = Talented<br />
C = Charming<br />
H = Hell of a Woman</span><span style="COLOR: #ff007f; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"></p>
<p></span><span style="COLOR: #ff007f; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-bidi-font-style: italic">B = Beautiful<br />
I = Individual<br />
T = That<br />
C = Can<br />
H = Handle anything</span></p>
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		<title>Loose Some, Win More &#38; More&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://mellymelly.blog.com/2008/12/23/loose-some-win-more-more/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Dec 2008 14:15:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Melly</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; COLOR: #bc6e6e; FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><font style="COLOR: #bc6e6e" face="Verdana">Masa nak keluar dr Starbucks semalam, mcm byk sangat yang nak luahkan lagi.. Tapi lepas dah curhat dgn seorang sahabat on the phone kat luar umah for an hour kot, I’ve forgotten everything a that I wanted to say… its like a one-time explosion that actually is relieving.. Thank you angel for listening and advising me.. It really helps..</font></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; COLOR: #bc6e6e; FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><font face="Verdana">Semalam I slept like a baby sebab memang penat pun and ditambah dgn menangis, mata tak larat nak buka dah.. Until 5 am in the morning when I woke up with an excruciating pain in my head. I had migraine.. telan panadol and tried to sleep again, but couldn’t. 10 minutes later started to vomit water water and more water… almost 6 am, I felt dehydrated and was lying in my bed getting ready to get up to vomit again.. I fell asleep again until 8am. Woke up and saw a SMS on my phone.. Si Dia txt at 4.30 in e morning informing me that he is…… tak perlu lah cerita semua.. nanti tiada rahsia antara kita.. :D anyways, this morning Si Dia kata nak lunch sama2 but then takpelah, I have to go to the office walaupun masuk lambat today.. ada meeting at 3pm. Sampai sekarang almost 2pm dia tak tepon pun nak kuar lunch, so tak lah kot..</font></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; COLOR: #bc6e6e; FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><font face="Verdana">Im in my office now having retrieving and replying emails, facebooking and printing some stuff untuk meeting later.. and of course, uploaded the previous entry I wrote last nite.. tak sempat upload.. Orang Starbucks tu mcm halau je.. dah tarik roller shutters.. hehe.. and now im here writing this entry..</font></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; COLOR: #bc6e6e; FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><font face="Verdana">Im excited that my best friend is arriving from Jakarta this Friday.. We have lots of stuff to catch up with. Maybe Saturday nak pi genting.. ooopssss.. lupa nak tgk ticket bus lagi.. jap gi buat..</font></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; COLOR: #bc6e6e; FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><font face="Verdana">Hmm seriously tak tau nak tulis apa.. Oh ya.. byk actually.. nak tulis about someone tapi mcm tak boleh tulis sebab dia ada access to this blog an I don’t think I want him to know yet.. tapi yang pasti, “asik dong ngobrol ama kamu! At least gwe punya temen SMSan terus..” dia bilang kelmarin, “emangnya gwe tipenya kamu?” “kapan ketemu? Udah penasaran banget”.. translation nya.. “Am I really your type? When can we meet? Makes me wonder”.. or something like that lah… seingat aku lah.. penasaran itu is like tertanya-tanya.. anyways.. these are SMSes from an acquaintance I knew for quite sometime tapi tak rapat.. we found each other on facebook the other day. He buzzed, we exchange numbers and has not stop SMSing since.. best cakap ngan dia.. Comfortable… ok ok ok… there’s nothing going on ok… yang ini pun lagilah complicated.. lets just stop here..</font></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; COLOR: #bc6e6e; FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><font face="Verdana">Pastu yesterday morning papa call dlm kesibukan aku menguruskan PR Workshop kat convention centre. He asked if im ok to talk, sounded serious, so I spared him a few minutes. Kata my papa.. priority! So I listened and got a shock of my already messed up life.. he said that someone called asking if Im still single, she wants me to marry her gorgeous son. SERIOUSLY Gorgeous.. eyes on an angel.. Round hazel brown pupils, with long, volumized eye lashes, hidung mancung, kulit putih, tinggi yang sepadan, berkerjaya cemerlang, financially stable and <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span>etc. then dalam aku sibuk imagine this face of desire, a guests speaker for the workshop came and I had to hang up with papa. Told him im gonna call him later tonite. Which I did at starbucks sambil2 tulis entry semalam.</font></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; COLOR: #bc6e6e; FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><font face="Verdana">Mesti ramai yang Tanya.. kalau this guy is really like how I described him, kenapa dia still single. Kenapa takde pompuan nak dia? Kenapa mak dia yang carikkan jodoh.. Now, this is where the complicated part of his life comes in. Dan atas sebab komplikasi inilah I decided last nite that I should put a stop right here. Cukup.. My life is nothing but tangled and complicated. Enough!! No more.. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span>Cuma sekarang ni aku menunggu aunty tu call aku utk inform me of her intentions.. we’ll see where the conversation takes this matter to. I’ll update you ok..</font></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; COLOR: #bc6e6e; FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><font face="Verdana">The best thing is, papa then said that he does not want to choose who I should marry. He said its up to me. Yang penting that guy can take good care of me and love me unconditionally. Awh, papa is the best! But he had to add something after that statement.. he said that but no matter what he still has the last say. If he then said that he doesn’t accept the guy I wanna marry, then that’s it. I will not marry that guy! Boleh?? Papaku yang chomel ini selalu contradicts his own words. Suruh aku decide tapi he has the last say?? Bedanya di mana?? Hehe.. chomel lah papa ni… Love him to death!</font></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; COLOR: #bc6e6e; FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><font face="Verdana">Semalam I slept like a baby sebab memang penat pun and ditambah dgn menangis, mata tak larat nak buka dah.. Until 5 am in the morning when I woke up with an excruciating pain in my head. I had migraine.. telan panadol and tried to sleep again, but couldn’t. 10 minutes later started to vomit water water and more water… almost 6 am, I felt dehydrated and was lying in my bed getting ready to get up to vomit again.. I fell asleep again until 8am. Woke up and saw a SMS on my phone.. Si Dia txt at 4.30 in e morning informing me that he is…… tak perlu lah cerita semua.. nanti tiada rahsia antara kita.. <img src='http://c0404361.cdn.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/a34a05a3acdb042df68736a2ffb885da' alt=':D' class='wp-smiley' /> anyways, this morning Si Dia kata nak lunch sama2 but then takpelah, I have to go to the office walaupun masuk lambat today.. ada meeting at 3pm. Sampai sekarang almost 2pm dia tak tepon pun nak kuar lunch, so tak lah kot..</font></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; COLOR: #bc6e6e; FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><font face="Verdana">Im excited that my best friend is arriving from Jakarta this Friday.. We have lots of stuff to catch up with. Maybe Saturday nak pi genting.. ooopssss.. lupa nak tgk ticket bus lagi.. jap gi buat..</font></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; COLOR: #bc6e6e; FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><font face="Verdana">Hmm seriously tak tau nak tulis apa.. Oh ya.. byk actually.. nak tulis about someone tapi mcm tak boleh tulis sebab dia ada access to this blog an I don’t think I want him to know yet.. tapi yang pasti, “asik dong ngobrol ama kamu! At least gwe punya temen SMSan terus..” dia bilang kelmarin, “emangnya gwe tipenya kamu?” “kapan ketemu? Udah penasaran banget”.. translation nya.. “Am I really your type? When can we meet? Makes me wonder”.. or something like that lah… seingat aku lah.. penasaran itu is like tertanya-tanya.. anyways.. these are SMSes from an acquaintance I knew for quite sometime tapi tak rapat.. we found each other on facebook the other day. He buzzed, we exchange numbers and has not stop SMSing since.. best cakap ngan dia.. Comfortable… ok ok ok… there’s nothing going on ok… yang ini pun lagilah complicated.. lets just stop here..</font></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; COLOR: #bc6e6e; FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><font face="Verdana">Pastu yesterday morning papa call dlm kesibukan aku menguruskan PR Workshop kat convention centre. He asked if im ok to talk, sounded serious, so I spared him a few minutes. Kata my papa.. priority! So I listened and got a shock of my already messed up life.. he said that someone called asking if Im still single, she wants me to marry her gorgeous son. SERIOUSLY Gorgeous.. eyes on an angel.. Round hazel brown pupils, with long, volumized eye lashes, hidung mancung, kulit putih, tinggi yang sepadan, berkerjaya cemerlang, financially stable and <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span>etc. then dalam aku sibuk imagine this face of desire, a guests speaker for the workshop came and I had to hang up with papa. Told him im gonna call him later tonite. Which I did at starbucks sambil2 tulis entry semalam.</font></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; COLOR: #bc6e6e; FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><font face="Verdana">Mesti ramai yang Tanya.. kalau this guy is really like how I described him, kenapa dia still single. Kenapa takde pompuan nak dia? Kenapa mak dia yang carikkan jodoh.. Now, this is where the complicated part of his life comes in. Dan atas sebab komplikasi inilah I decided last nite that I should put a stop right here. Cukup.. My life is nothing but tangled and complicated. Enough!! No more.. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span>Cuma sekarang ni aku menunggu aunty tu call aku utk inform me of her intentions.. we’ll see where the conversation takes this matter to. I’ll update you ok..</font></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; COLOR: #bc6e6e; FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><font face="Verdana">The best thing is, papa then said that he does not want to choose who I should marry. He said its up to me. Yang penting that guy can take good care of me and love me unconditionally. Awh, papa is the best! But he had to add something after that statement.. he said that but no matter what he still has the last say. If he then said that he doesn’t accept the guy I wanna marry, then that’s it. I will not marry that guy! Boleh?? Papaku yang chomel ini selalu contradicts his own words. Suruh aku decide tapi he has the last say?? Bedanya di mana?? Hehe.. chomel lah papa ni… Love him to death!</font></span></p>
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		<title>Sigh Sigh &#38; Sighing</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>Chop! is there such word? Sighing?? Hmm ada kot... Sigh...</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>Anyways.. korang mesti paham lah what im trying to say.. Apologies again for neglecting you for the past 2 weeks!! ! life has been like a rollercoaster ride and also a 'masala' of everything... I promised i would write on the Global Brand Forum.. tapi mcm malas and takde mood pulak.</em></span></span></p>
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<span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>Before I go any further in spilling you with details of my jolly rollercoaster ride, I just wanted to say that i cherish each and every day of this beautiful life i have.. yes, I’ve lost a lot of things in life, but at the end of the day, i will always gain something else.. be it love, education, friends, and definitely weight! haha.. like they say, life is too short to date ugly men... so enjoy!</em></span></span></p>
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<span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>ok, let’s continue where we left off with LOL.. a day following the entry, I spoke to my lil sis.. she actually knows Si Dia more than I do. He is her friend first before we were introduced. She asked him about US.. yeah, the US I tot and we both (my sis and I) I had… <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span>and I got the answer..</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>Lil sis asked Si Dia.. “U know my sister likes u right??”… la di da la di da bla bla ba .. at the end of the conversation…. Si Dia said “I’m sorry if I hurt her but I treat her like I treat any other friend”..</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>jadi benarlah selama ini mmg takde apa2 pun..<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> aku je yang terlanjur suka, terlanjur sayang dan terlanjur kasih.. mujur tak terlanjur kawasan2 yang sewaktu dengannya… :D</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>Anyways… aku telah SMS Si Dia sejurus aku meletakkan telefon dgn my lil sis.. My SMS read..</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>“Dear Si Dia.. sorry if this came at a bad time. My sis told me u guys talked last nite.. U didn’t hurt me lah. I know rite 4rm e start I was taking a huge risk. But no matter how much I tried u r too much to resist.. :p, so I gave it a shot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> But I’ve been working on being only friends 4 the past month with glitches sometimes. So, as to not risk this fship, im telling you now that im just here to be your friend from now forth with no hanky panky business. Deal? Sori if I complicate things b4”.. of course, this was accompanied by hours of tears that nite…</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>Did he reply you all asked?? You think?? Well, of course he did.. dia kan gentleman.. dgn relaxnya menyatakan….</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>“No worries, you guys are angels and Im just<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> ***** (his name)..<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> well, of course, me being me had to write back instead of just letting him have the last say.. I wrote back in hope of trying to cool things down.. (takde yang hot pun actually)..<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> I said, “You’re not just *****, angels would not fall for just *****.</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>So that was it.. we are officially just friends!!</em></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>Tapi, KALAU SI DIA TERBACA…</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>Between you and me…. (and my loyal reader of course) I really don’t think that you treat me the same as you treat other girls.. Things that we do when we are alone meant something.. things u said in your SMSes previously meant something (and I keep each and every one of it..)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> and I don’t think you keep that as a template to use on every other girl..<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> You memberi I harapan indah… I bersyukur.. sebab tak semua perempuan boleh impikan utk dapat berharap mcm i…<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> Alhamdulillah.. tapi I minta sgt2… Quit giving hopes if you do not have intentions in fulfilling it. It hurts!! (so u actually did hurt me a bit lah..)</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>You have the loveliest heart of a man that I have ever known. You say the right things at the right time, you just make every moment together with you the most cherish moments that I have yet to experience with other men. U make me wanna spend every minute of the day with you. U excite me, u make me smile.. (at least you use to.. well,u still do sometimes), u make me laugh, u treat me like a princess every single day. Itu kelebihan u dan itu yang buat I tertarik pada u right from the very beginning.</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>tapi u lupa.. di balik keindahan kesempurnaan yang you pentaskan, ada juga kekurangan. Likewise, I know I pun byk kekurangan, banyak sgt actually kalau nak bandingkan dgn criteria wanita idaman setiap lelaki atas muka bumi ini.. things yang buat u don’t want to spend time with me.. things yang make u stay away.. things that push u away… like being a motherly person, pesan itu..pesan ini.. tolong itu..tolong ini… I tau you independent and kalau boleh nak buat semua sendiri BUT a little help at times doesn’t hurt.. anyways, kalau itu yang push u away.. itulah kelemahan I yang I sentiasa cuba perbaiki untuk berjalan setara dengan aura u… but it seems that no matter how much I tried, it will never be enough, will it??</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>The truth is, you have never meant to create a space for me to even try to compete for a spot in your heart. And another truth is, I personally feel that you are AFRAID TO COMMITT YOURSELF (well, I’d give u a benefit of a doubt, u are afraid to commit now..) puncanya?? Sebab you rasa that you have to have everything in the world to provide to your other half so as to guarantee hidup yang indah dan berkekalan.. nak semuanya serba lengkap.. nak earn RM150K a month baru nak commit..</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>Shhhnnaaappppp…… that will work kalau u masih hidup in the 70s or 80s.. Life now in 2008 is about sharing and shared-responsibilities .. and If you, or any other guys for that matter, fail to acknowledge the fact that girls now can survive independently, then too bad! I hope lelaki mcm tu akan dijodohkan dgn gadis kampung yang memang bergantung 100% kepada bakal suami mereka! Yang tak kerja, takde education dan tau duduk umah je. Amin! Amin! Amin.. (doa I untuk org lain selalu termakbul).. Then you will know what it is like to provide every single thing.. and then you’ll know u mampu ke tak, because darl.. no one will ever be satisfied with what they have.. NEVER.. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span>Tapi kalau u bercita2 nak urban chicks yang educated, ada kerjaya, bergaya, up to date, hot, hip, etc, please..please..please… swallow the fact that WE CAN CONTRIBUTE TO THE RELATIONSHIP TOO, AND IT DOESN’T MAKE THE MEN A LESSER PERSON! Period!</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>Sorry kalau entry kali ini seakan melepaskan geram kepada Si Dia. Sebetulnya this goes out to all male readers.. terserah nak kata I sexist atau feminists, I believe that my point of view counts. Cuma I tak tau macam mana nak luahkan.. Thank God for blog and facebook!</em></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>Tapi kan I dah kata awal tadi, i will always gain something else … Just so you know.. selepas episode SMS yang menyatakan that we are only friends.. we communicate better and I think even more often that we have before.. its good cumanya, HE STILL TREATS ME THE SAME WAY.. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span>and sometimes even more.. like this one night recently when we were out for a gig.. I could swear to God that if we tell people around us that we were just friends, they will faint or perhaps find their heart skipping a beat. We look like we were so into this “relationship”.. There were sayang here and there, hand-holding and occasional little hugs here and there, and argh!!!! Mcm mana nak describe kat sini?? Payahnya!! Tak perlulah.. For me to know for you to find out! You tau kan Si Dia?? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;&#160;</span></em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>Well at least I thought so before the nite approached its last 1 hour.. sebab in the last 1 hour, he screwed up.. hah, yang ni biarlah I ngan Si Dia je tau.. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span>saksi ramai, cumanya takde yang I kenal… haha..</em></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>Chop! is there such word? Sighing?? Hmm ada kot&#8230; Sigh&#8230;</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>Anyways.. korang mesti paham lah what im trying to say.. Apologies again for neglecting you for the past 2 weeks!! ! life has been like a rollercoaster ride and also a &#8216;masala&#8217; of everything&#8230; I promised i would write on the Global Brand Forum.. tapi mcm malas and takde mood pulak.</em></span></span></p>
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<span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>Before I go any further in spilling you with details of my jolly rollercoaster ride, I just wanted to say that i cherish each and every day of this beautiful life i have.. yes, I’ve lost a lot of things in life, but at the end of the day, i will always gain something else.. be it love, education, friends, and definitely weight! haha.. like they say, life is too short to date ugly men&#8230; so enjoy!</em></span></span></p>
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<span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>ok, let’s continue where we left off with LOL.. a day following the entry, I spoke to my lil sis.. she actually knows Si Dia more than I do. He is her friend first before we were introduced. She asked him about US.. yeah, the US I tot and we both (my sis and I) I had… <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span>and I got the answer..</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>Lil sis asked Si Dia.. “U know my sister likes u right??”… la di da la di da bla bla ba .. at the end of the conversation…. Si Dia said “I’m sorry if I hurt her but I treat her like I treat any other friend”..</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>jadi benarlah selama ini mmg takde apa2 pun..<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> aku je yang terlanjur suka, terlanjur sayang dan terlanjur kasih.. mujur tak terlanjur kawasan2 yang sewaktu dengannya… <img src='http://c0404361.cdn.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/a34a05a3acdb042df68736a2ffb885da' alt=':D' class='wp-smiley' /> </em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>Anyways… aku telah SMS Si Dia sejurus aku meletakkan telefon dgn my lil sis.. My SMS read..</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>“Dear Si Dia.. sorry if this came at a bad time. My sis told me u guys talked last nite.. U didn’t hurt me lah. I know rite 4rm e start I was taking a huge risk. But no matter how much I tried u r too much to resist.. :p, so I gave it a shot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> But I’ve been working on being only friends 4 the past month with glitches sometimes. So, as to not risk this fship, im telling you now that im just here to be your friend from now forth with no hanky panky business. Deal? Sori if I complicate things b4”.. of course, this was accompanied by hours of tears that nite…</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>Did he reply you all asked?? You think?? Well, of course he did.. dia kan gentleman.. dgn relaxnya menyatakan….</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>“No worries, you guys are angels and Im just<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> ***** (his name)..<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> well, of course, me being me had to write back instead of just letting him have the last say.. I wrote back in hope of trying to cool things down.. (takde yang hot pun actually)..<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> I said, “You’re not just *****, angels would not fall for just *****.</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>So that was it.. we are officially just friends!!</em></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>Tapi, KALAU SI DIA TERBACA…</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>Between you and me…. (and my loyal reader of course) I really don’t think that you treat me the same as you treat other girls.. Things that we do when we are alone meant something.. things u said in your SMSes previously meant something (and I keep each and every one of it..)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> and I don’t think you keep that as a template to use on every other girl..<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> You memberi I harapan indah… I bersyukur.. sebab tak semua perempuan boleh impikan utk dapat berharap mcm i…<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> Alhamdulillah.. tapi I minta sgt2… Quit giving hopes if you do not have intentions in fulfilling it. It hurts!! (so u actually did hurt me a bit lah..)</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>You have the loveliest heart of a man that I have ever known. You say the right things at the right time, you just make every moment together with you the most cherish moments that I have yet to experience with other men. U make me wanna spend every minute of the day with you. U excite me, u make me smile.. (at least you use to.. well,u still do sometimes), u make me laugh, u treat me like a princess every single day. Itu kelebihan u dan itu yang buat I tertarik pada u right from the very beginning.</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>tapi u lupa.. di balik keindahan kesempurnaan yang you pentaskan, ada juga kekurangan. Likewise, I know I pun byk kekurangan, banyak sgt actually kalau nak bandingkan dgn criteria wanita idaman setiap lelaki atas muka bumi ini.. things yang buat u don’t want to spend time with me.. things yang make u stay away.. things that push u away… like being a motherly person, pesan itu..pesan ini.. tolong itu..tolong ini… I tau you independent and kalau boleh nak buat semua sendiri BUT a little help at times doesn’t hurt.. anyways, kalau itu yang push u away.. itulah kelemahan I yang I sentiasa cuba perbaiki untuk berjalan setara dengan aura u… but it seems that no matter how much I tried, it will never be enough, will it??</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>The truth is, you have never meant to create a space for me to even try to compete for a spot in your heart. And another truth is, I personally feel that you are AFRAID TO COMMITT YOURSELF (well, I’d give u a benefit of a doubt, u are afraid to commit now..) puncanya?? Sebab you rasa that you have to have everything in the world to provide to your other half so as to guarantee hidup yang indah dan berkekalan.. nak semuanya serba lengkap.. nak earn RM150K a month baru nak commit..</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>Shhhnnaaappppp…… that will work kalau u masih hidup in the 70s or 80s.. Life now in 2008 is about sharing and shared-responsibilities .. and If you, or any other guys for that matter, fail to acknowledge the fact that girls now can survive independently, then too bad! I hope lelaki mcm tu akan dijodohkan dgn gadis kampung yang memang bergantung 100% kepada bakal suami mereka! Yang tak kerja, takde education dan tau duduk umah je. Amin! Amin! Amin.. (doa I untuk org lain selalu termakbul).. Then you will know what it is like to provide every single thing.. and then you’ll know u mampu ke tak, because darl.. no one will ever be satisfied with what they have.. NEVER.. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span>Tapi kalau u bercita2 nak urban chicks yang educated, ada kerjaya, bergaya, up to date, hot, hip, etc, please..please..please… swallow the fact that WE CAN CONTRIBUTE TO THE RELATIONSHIP TOO, AND IT DOESN’T MAKE THE MEN A LESSER PERSON! Period!</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>Sorry kalau entry kali ini seakan melepaskan geram kepada Si Dia. Sebetulnya this goes out to all male readers.. terserah nak kata I sexist atau feminists, I believe that my point of view counts. Cuma I tak tau macam mana nak luahkan.. Thank God for blog and facebook!</em></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>Tapi kan I dah kata awal tadi, i will always gain something else … Just so you know.. selepas episode SMS yang menyatakan that we are only friends.. we communicate better and I think even more often that we have before.. its good cumanya, HE STILL TREATS ME THE SAME WAY.. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span>and sometimes even more.. like this one night recently when we were out for a gig.. I could swear to God that if we tell people around us that we were just friends, they will faint or perhaps find their heart skipping a beat. We look like we were so into this “relationship”.. There were sayang here and there, hand-holding and occasional little hugs here and there, and argh!!!! Mcm mana nak describe kat sini?? Payahnya!! Tak perlulah.. For me to know for you to find out! You tau kan Si Dia?? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;&#160;</span></em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>Well at least I thought so before the nite approached its last 1 hour.. sebab in the last 1 hour, he screwed up.. hah, yang ni biarlah I ngan Si Dia je tau.. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span>saksi ramai, cumanya takde yang I kenal… haha..</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #c00000"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><em>I shall continue tomorrow.. Starbucks ni dah nak tutup… Chow</em></span></span></p>
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		<title>LOL (Laugh out Loud!)</title>
		<link>http://mellymelly.blog.com/2008/12/05/lol-laugh-out-loud/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 22:22:36 +0000</pubDate>
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<font face="Calibri">Firstly, sorry it took this long to acknowledge my readers. Thank you for spending time&#160;reading Bubbles, even if most of the entries are neither in anyways educating nor information-sharing based. For those who have left comments here or directly into my inbox, i wish to thank you for your advice and thoughts. For my silent readers, thank you too...</font></span></p>
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<font face="Calibri">The main idea of Bubbles is so that i have means of expressing my thoughts. Well, that's the nature of blogs anyways. However, for me.. This is something very close&#160;at heart.&#160;To those of you who know the field I am working in might think that i would be a person that would be able to communicate well, especially to people around me. But what you fail to realize is that&#160;I am the worst candidate for public speaking or even more so in Self expressions.</font></span></p>
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<font face="Calibri">Back to the title of this edition.. LOL.. laugh out loud.. hahahaha...&#160;well, if you still remember my previous entry, i asked a few question in respond to&#160;SMSes from Si Dia.. well, i&#160;got the answer 2 nights ago actually but didnt have time to write an entry as i was busy attending&#160;a 2-days&#160;Global Brand Forum conference at the Palace of The Golden Horses. Fantastic event, inspiring speakers, great food, beautiful location, hot celebrities and overall&#160;worth every ringgit paid! We paid 4 figures per head to attend this conference.. Lucky mine was sponsored… <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span>will talk about this event in my next entry..</font></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #00b050"><font face="Calibri">Now, back to LOL.. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span>as I mentioned I got answers to my questions. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span>Just to refresh<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> your memories… the statement was..</font></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><em><span style="COLOR: #00b050; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'">"APPRECIATE WHAT WE HAVE, HAD AND WILL HAVE"..&#160;We? As in US or U and I individually?? "I HOPE WE CAN DO IT TOGETHER.."</span></em> <span><span style="COLOR: #00b050"><font face="Calibri">my question is.. as friends? as lovers? as partners?</font></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span><span style="COLOR: #00b050"><font face="Calibri">It doesn’t matter now because, Si Dia forwarded the same SMS to his friends as well!! Got my answers? Damn right I did.. hahahaha… Ceh! Kenapalah tak boleh a bit more specific!</font></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span><span style="COLOR: #00b050"><font face="Calibri">I giggled behind the steering of his wheels when he mentioned that he forwarded the sms to all.. How stupid was I again??? Assumed, assuming and still assuming that I had a chance.. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span>well, that was until last night that is..</font></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span><span style="COLOR: #00b050"><font face="Calibri">While we were stuck in the traffic jam heading home to my place from Subang, I gathered enough courage to ask Si Dia of his ‘unfinished business’. YES I did! I actually asked.. he told me something that I will eventually tell all of you loyal readers.. but not just yet.. maybe in a few days from now.. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;&#160;</span>when we were approaching my place, he suddenly said.. “Why is that every time we go out now there’s something missing?” I asked what, not concentrating on him due to the fact that I was busy trying to gauge rationalised the new information I got on the ‘unfinished business’ of his.. Then he suddenly pull my face to face him and said, “Your Smile”!! Duhhhhhhhh!!!! You think?? Damn all these sweet talkers… well, he succeeded in making me fake a smile that night! Although I must warn you not to pull my face towards you when I’m behind the wheels! Can’t drive with my ears ok..</font></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span><span style="COLOR: #00b050"><font face="Calibri">To male readers out there who thinks that we ladies are bricks or stones, try seeing us as sponges perhaps? Give us some credits.. we have feelings ok.. nothing less than all of you do.. have a bit of empathy .. You just threw a C4 on me and expect me to smile? Crazy ker????</font></span></span></p>

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<font face="Calibri">Firstly, sorry it took this long to acknowledge my readers. Thank you for spending time&#160;reading Bubbles, even if most of the entries are neither in anyways educating nor information-sharing based. For those who have left comments here or directly into my inbox, i wish to thank you for your advice and thoughts. For my silent readers, thank you too&#8230;</font></span></p>
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<font face="Calibri">The main idea of Bubbles is so that i have means of expressing my thoughts. Well, that&#8217;s the nature of blogs anyways. However, for me.. This is something very close&#160;at heart.&#160;To those of you who know the field I am working in might think that i would be a person that would be able to communicate well, especially to people around me. But what you fail to realize is that&#160;I am the worst candidate for public speaking or even more so in Self expressions.</font></span></p>
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<font face="Calibri">Back to the title of this edition.. LOL.. laugh out loud.. hahahaha&#8230;&#160;well, if you still remember my previous entry, i asked a few question in respond to&#160;SMSes from Si Dia.. well, i&#160;got the answer 2 nights ago actually but didnt have time to write an entry as i was busy attending&#160;a 2-days&#160;Global Brand Forum conference at the Palace of The Golden Horses. Fantastic event, inspiring speakers, great food, beautiful location, hot celebrities and overall&#160;worth every ringgit paid! We paid 4 figures per head to attend this conference.. Lucky mine was sponsored… <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span>will talk about this event in my next entry..</font></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="COLOR: #00b050"><font face="Calibri">Now, back to LOL.. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span>as I mentioned I got answers to my questions. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span>Just to refresh<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> your memories… the statement was..</font></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><em><span style="COLOR: #00b050; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'">&#8220;APPRECIATE WHAT WE HAVE, HAD AND WILL HAVE&#8221;..&#160;We? As in US or U and I individually?? &#8220;I HOPE WE CAN DO IT TOGETHER..&#8221;</span></em> <span><span style="COLOR: #00b050"><font face="Calibri">my question is.. as friends? as lovers? as partners?</font></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span><span style="COLOR: #00b050"><font face="Calibri">It doesn’t matter now because, Si Dia forwarded the same SMS to his friends as well!! Got my answers? Damn right I did.. hahahaha… Ceh! Kenapalah tak boleh a bit more specific!</font></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span><span style="COLOR: #00b050"><font face="Calibri">I giggled behind the steering of his wheels when he mentioned that he forwarded the sms to all.. How stupid was I again??? Assumed, assuming and still assuming that I had a chance.. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span>well, that was until last night that is..</font></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span><span style="COLOR: #00b050"><font face="Calibri">While we were stuck in the traffic jam heading home to my place from Subang, I gathered enough courage to ask Si Dia of his ‘unfinished business’. YES I did! I actually asked.. he told me something that I will eventually tell all of you loyal readers.. but not just yet.. maybe in a few days from now.. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;&#160;</span>when we were approaching my place, he suddenly said.. “Why is that every time we go out now there’s something missing?” I asked what, not concentrating on him due to the fact that I was busy trying to gauge rationalised the new information I got on the ‘unfinished business’ of his.. Then he suddenly pull my face to face him and said, “Your Smile”!! Duhhhhhhhh!!!! You think?? Damn all these sweet talkers… well, he succeeded in making me fake a smile that night! Although I must warn you not to pull my face towards you when I’m behind the wheels! Can’t drive with my ears ok..</font></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span><span style="COLOR: #00b050"><font face="Calibri">To male readers out there who thinks that we ladies are bricks or stones, try seeing us as sponges perhaps? Give us some credits.. we have feelings ok.. nothing less than all of you do.. have a bit of empathy .. You just threw a C4 on me and expect me to smile? Crazy ker????</font></span></span></p>
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		<title>A Beautiful Mess</title>
		<link>http://mellymelly.blog.com/2008/12/03/a-beautiful-mess/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 14:06:54 +0000</pubDate>
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<p><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; COLOR: #ff7f00"><font color="#000000"><span><span style="COLOR: #ff7f00"><font size="3">Where do i even begin?? ppl might think that i do not have other things to do since i have time to update my blog during office hours.. : D In fact i dont. well, i do.. but not as much as i thought i would have..</font></span></span> <span style="COLOR: #ff7f00"><font size="3"><span>i wanna share about what happened yesterday.. yes, its about Si Dia, yet again...</span><br />
<br /></font><span><font size="3">Dont wanna go into details as it would take up more time to write and read.. you all should know by now how&#160;scrupulous&#160;i <font size="3">can get when i tell my tales.... anyways..</font>lets begin where it ended..</font> <font size="3">.</font></span><br />
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<font size="3"><span>I drove him home from our outing (since he's still incapable to drive yet due to the surgery).. and it rained like cats and dogs.. we decided to sit in his car, parked in his porch to wait for the rain to stop.. this is where we had this serious conversation for the first time.. (im pausing at this instant because i needed to think what the conversation was about..was it even serious??? all this questions linger in my head&#160;while i sip my hot coffee..)</span><br />
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<span>He asked what was going through my mind.. I wish i could say that it was HIM and US.. If there is even US... but of course i didnt.. i told him im fine.. i could be better, but im fine.. i said, lets not talk about me.. lets talk about u.. that's when he laid out his future plans.. work, being financially stable, having a house &#38; car, retiring at the age of 40 and travelling the world.. he either unconsciously miss the marriage part or he does not intend to be in one.. i remembered smiling and shaking my head.. what was i thinking?? then he says about wanting to lend me money for the downpayment of my new car.. i said, thanks.. but no thanks.. a smart thing i did that was..</span><br />
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<span>i cant remember what i said later but then i decided to call it the night. He's getting restless with his stiches and the annoying ulcer he's had for days. and i really think he should be resting rather than be out in the cold weather.. but anyways, we said our goodbyes and off i went home..</span><br />
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<span>Getting ready to go to bed, i decided to send him a SMS. it read..</span><br />
<br /></font></span><span><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><em><span><span>"Dear Si Dia, tq 4 listening. My life is a mess now, but if i tell u everythin, it cud be a tsunami like u said before. Im trying hard to make rite decisions and choices. but sometimes i make mistakes. Whats important is i tried bcz if i dont i'll never know. Im sorry if i hurt u in anyways by being emotional or sensitive. But its this heart n empathy that i have that makes me c things differently.."</span><br /></span><br /></em></font><span style="COLOR: #ff7f00">I then fell asleep only to wake up at 4.30 am to find a reply he gave 2 hrs ago..&#160;it read..</span></font></span><span style="COLOR: #ff7f00"><br />
<br /></span><span><em><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span><span>" We're only human. Life is about choosing. Either way, its going somewhere. Live your life! its too short to neglect it. Time and money is very hard to balance, so do it one at a time. Appreciate what we have, had and will have. have no regrets, enjoy, explore and experience life now. Im doing it right now and its not fun alone. i hope we can do it together. Thanks to you. Please remind this to each other .THANK YOU.. "</span></span><br />
<br /></font><span style="COLOR: #ff7f00">"APPRECIATE WHAT WE HAVE, HAD AND WILL HAVE"..&#160;We? As in US or U and I individually?? "I HOPE WE CAN DO IT TOGETHER.."</span></font></em></span> <span><font size="3"><span style="COLOR: #ff7f00"><span style="COLOR: #ff7f00">my question is.. as friends? as lovers? as partners? as what?? but of course.. i didnt ask this to him.. i didnt even reply his sms... i went on with my life today.. like any other ordinary day..</span><br />
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<span>when is it that i can ever ask him all this?? why cant i find the courage to ask? is it because i promised i'll give him time? or is it because i was afraid to face the tendency of loosing him if i do... ?? questions..questions and more questions.. so, to uncomplicate things, i'll pretend that we didnt have this conversation... Can i??</span><br />
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<span>Suddenly the song The Beautiful Mess by Jason Mraz played on my lappy.. its a slow number.. it beautiful.. he's interpreting his relationship with this women as a beautiful mess. the girls is strong&#160;but needy.. Humble but greedy.. and how she sometimes contradicts what she said before.. but at the end of the day.. he still loves this beautiful mess he's in.. the last para of that song is the most beautiful way to describe this complictaed relationship he has.. well, the complicate relationship i'm having or i hope to have... it reads..</span></span><br />
<br /></font></span><span><em><span style="COLOR: #d8a5bb"><span><span style="COLOR: #111111">"</span></span></span> <font color="#000000"><span><span><font size="3"><span style="COLOR: #111111">And</span> through timeless words, and priceless pictures,<br />
We'll fly like birds not of this earth,<br />
And times they turn, and hearts disfigure,<br />
But that's no concern when we're wounded together,<br />
And we tore our dresses, and stained our shirts,<br />
But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it."<br /></font></span></span><span style="COLOR: #ff7f00"><br />
<font size="3">Kalau Si Dia terbaca... Can this beautiful mess be ours to share??</font></span></font></em></span></font></span></p>
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<p><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; COLOR: #ff7f00"><font color="#000000"><span><span style="COLOR: #ff7f00"><font size="3">Where do i even begin?? ppl might think that i do not have other things to do since i have time to update my blog during office hours.. : D In fact i dont. well, i do.. but not as much as i thought i would have..</font></span></span> <span style="COLOR: #ff7f00"><font size="3"><span>i wanna share about what happened yesterday.. yes, its about Si Dia, yet again&#8230;</span></p>
<p></font><span><font size="3">Dont wanna go into details as it would take up more time to write and read.. you all should know by now how&#160;scrupulous&#160;i <font size="3">can get when i tell my tales&#8230;. anyways..</font>lets begin where it ended..</font> <font size="3">.</font></span></p>
<p><font size="3"><span>I drove him home from our outing (since he&#8217;s still incapable to drive yet due to the surgery).. and it rained like cats and dogs.. we decided to sit in his car, parked in his porch to wait for the rain to stop.. this is where we had this serious conversation for the first time.. (im pausing at this instant because i needed to think what the conversation was about..was it even serious??? all this questions linger in my head&#160;while i sip my hot coffee..)</span></p>
<p><span>He asked what was going through my mind.. I wish i could say that it was HIM and US.. If there is even US&#8230; but of course i didnt.. i told him im fine.. i could be better, but im fine.. i said, lets not talk about me.. lets talk about u.. that&#8217;s when he laid out his future plans.. work, being financially stable, having a house &amp; car, retiring at the age of 40 and travelling the world.. he either unconsciously miss the marriage part or he does not intend to be in one.. i remembered smiling and shaking my head.. what was i thinking?? then he says about wanting to lend me money for the downpayment of my new car.. i said, thanks.. but no thanks.. a smart thing i did that was..</span></p>
<p><span>i cant remember what i said later but then i decided to call it the night. He&#8217;s getting restless with his stiches and the annoying ulcer he&#8217;s had for days. and i really think he should be resting rather than be out in the cold weather.. but anyways, we said our goodbyes and off i went home..</span></p>
<p><span>Getting ready to go to bed, i decided to send him a SMS. it read..</span></p>
<p></font></span><span><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><em><span><span>&#8220;Dear Si Dia, tq 4 listening. My life is a mess now, but if i tell u everythin, it cud be a tsunami like u said before. Im trying hard to make rite decisions and choices. but sometimes i make mistakes. Whats important is i tried bcz if i dont i&#8217;ll never know. Im sorry if i hurt u in anyways by being emotional or sensitive. But its this heart n empathy that i have that makes me c things differently..&#8221;</span><br /></span><br /></em></font><span style="COLOR: #ff7f00">I then fell asleep only to wake up at 4.30 am to find a reply he gave 2 hrs ago..&#160;it read..</span></font></span><span style="COLOR: #ff7f00"></p>
<p></span><span><em><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span><span>&#8221; We&#8217;re only human. Life is about choosing. Either way, its going somewhere. Live your life! its too short to neglect it. Time and money is very hard to balance, so do it one at a time. Appreciate what we have, had and will have. have no regrets, enjoy, explore and experience life now. Im doing it right now and its not fun alone. i hope we can do it together. Thanks to you. Please remind this to each other .THANK YOU.. &#8220;</span></span></p>
<p></font><span style="COLOR: #ff7f00">&#8220;APPRECIATE WHAT WE HAVE, HAD AND WILL HAVE&#8221;..&#160;We? As in US or U and I individually?? &#8220;I HOPE WE CAN DO IT TOGETHER..&#8221;</span></font></em></span> <span><font size="3"><span style="COLOR: #ff7f00"><span style="COLOR: #ff7f00">my question is.. as friends? as lovers? as partners? as what?? but of course.. i didnt ask this to him.. i didnt even reply his sms&#8230; i went on with my life today.. like any other ordinary day..</span></p>
<p><span>when is it that i can ever ask him all this?? why cant i find the courage to ask? is it because i promised i&#8217;ll give him time? or is it because i was afraid to face the tendency of loosing him if i do&#8230; ?? questions..questions and more questions.. so, to uncomplicate things, i&#8217;ll pretend that we didnt have this conversation&#8230; Can i??</span></p>
<p><span>Suddenly the song The Beautiful Mess by Jason Mraz played on my lappy.. its a slow number.. it beautiful.. he&#8217;s interpreting his relationship with this women as a beautiful mess. the girls is strong&#160;but needy.. Humble but greedy.. and how she sometimes contradicts what she said before.. but at the end of the day.. he still loves this beautiful mess he&#8217;s in.. the last para of that song is the most beautiful way to describe this complictaed relationship he has.. well, the complicate relationship i&#8217;m having or i hope to have&#8230; it reads..</span></span></p>
<p></font></span><span><em><span style="COLOR: #d8a5bb"><span><span style="COLOR: #111111">&#8220;</span></span></span> <font color="#000000"><span><span><font size="3"><span style="COLOR: #111111">And</span> through timeless words, and priceless pictures,<br />
We&#8217;ll fly like birds not of this earth,<br />
And times they turn, and hearts disfigure,<br />
But that&#8217;s no concern when we&#8217;re wounded together,<br />
And we tore our dresses, and stained our shirts,<br />
But it&#8217;s nice today, oh the wait was so worth it.&#8221;<br /></font></span></span><span style="COLOR: #ff7f00"><br />
<font size="3">Kalau Si Dia terbaca&#8230; Can this beautiful mess be ours to share??</font></span></font></em></span></font></span></p>
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		<title>Just another phase of his life.. and mine</title>
		<link>http://mellymelly.blog.com/2008/12/01/just-another-phase-of-his-life-and-mine/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 08:44:10 +0000</pubDate>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="COLOR: #c00000">It started off with a phone call at 3.30 am, early last Wednesday morning. When I saw the name on my Sony Ericsson’s screen, I straightaway knew something was wrong.. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span>Having being asleep for only an hour before that, the news that came in was heart dropping..</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="COLOR: #c00000">He was sick and has been hospitalized for severe gastric after trying to deal with the pain for more than 12 hours. His friends called me to inform even when he told them to wait till morning to break the news. I assumed that they decided that it was much easier to hear him being angry than to deal with my nagging from not being informed sooner. I told them I’ll come at the soonest. Friends keep calling and told me not to come as he was resting and it was dangerous for me to drive all the way in the wee hours of the morning.. But, how can I not go? How can I stay at home until 7 or 8 in the morning knowing that he is lying there in pain?? I just couldn’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> Plus, I wanted to be there. Even if it means I had to wait that the lobby.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="COLOR: #c00000">So, I head for the showers, made myself a cup of coffee, pack some clothes and toiletries, and as I remembered I was already in APSH within an hour from receiving the call. When I arrived, I went through the Emergency Entrance and went straight to his ward on level 4. He was fast asleep and had an IV on his left arm for drips of glucose. I stood there for 5 minutes, just staring at his pale face. I was sad. I wished and prayed it was me lying there. Not him.. I pat him on his arm and he woke. When I looked into his eyes, I almost cried but I contained myself as if something stopped me from doing so. I don’t know why. I wanted to cry. I was sad..</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="COLOR: #c00000">And instead of saying “Im glad you’re here”, he said, “What are you doing here? “ I almost laughed just thinking of it again but come to think of it, I can’t remember what I said. All I know is that I held his hands as if to assure him that everything will be fine. Well, sort of..<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> Its not like my presence could change anything.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="COLOR: #c00000">I watched him sleep, changes position many times and touching his painful abdomen.. I wished I could ease his pain, but *sigh*…<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> he was put to be Orally NIL, awaiting his endoscope and ultra sound. When both is done by lunch time, Doctor came in at around 2 to explain his situation. Test results came back and they detected stones in his gallbladder. Not one, not 2 but 3 stones!! Doctor advised that he undergo surgery in the evening to remove the stones and they schedule for the operation.. Long story short, they took him into the OT at 7.30pm..</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="COLOR: #c00000">I waited in the ward for hours.. I remembered going down to the OT 4 times and they were still in there.. I decided to go up again and finally fell asleep at the chair at 10.30pm.. 10 minutes later, his mom came, and woke me up.. “He’s still in surgery” I said..<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> then we went down together to check..<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> my watch showed 11pm when the procedure was over! He was in there for 3 and a half hour!! I was so worried.. but glad that it was over.. Nurse on duty let us visit him in the recovery room. First mummy went in then I did. He looked weak but conscious. They then took him up to the ward.. Surgeon had to remove his entire gallbladder as it has swollen badly and they eventually discovered 5 stones, the size of marbles..<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> He now has a long cut on his abdomen which he refers to as a cut he got from slashing some gangster in a fight.. it seems…<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> :D guys will always be guys….</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="COLOR: #c00000">I spent 2 entire days and nights at the hospital looking after him, just in case he needs anything.. I took emergency leave of work and only remembered today that I had tones of things to do. All I knew at that point of time, I wanted to be there with him, not caring if he wanted me there… but sure enough he did.. he asked me if I could stay the following night.. and I did…<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> what I did for him while I was there and why I did it, shall forever remain ‘for me to know and for you to find out’..</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="COLOR: #c00000">At the end of the day, Im glad he’s home and recuperating.. I wish him speedy recovery as I miss spending time with him…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="COLOR: #c00000">Kalau Si Dia terbaca, get well soon….</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="COLOR: #c00000">It started off with a phone call at 3.30 am, early last Wednesday morning. When I saw the name on my Sony Ericsson’s screen, I straightaway knew something was wrong.. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span>Having being asleep for only an hour before that, the news that came in was heart dropping..</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="COLOR: #c00000">He was sick and has been hospitalized for severe gastric after trying to deal with the pain for more than 12 hours. His friends called me to inform even when he told them to wait till morning to break the news. I assumed that they decided that it was much easier to hear him being angry than to deal with my nagging from not being informed sooner. I told them I’ll come at the soonest. Friends keep calling and told me not to come as he was resting and it was dangerous for me to drive all the way in the wee hours of the morning.. But, how can I not go? How can I stay at home until 7 or 8 in the morning knowing that he is lying there in pain?? I just couldn’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> Plus, I wanted to be there. Even if it means I had to wait that the lobby.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="COLOR: #c00000">So, I head for the showers, made myself a cup of coffee, pack some clothes and toiletries, and as I remembered I was already in APSH within an hour from receiving the call. When I arrived, I went through the Emergency Entrance and went straight to his ward on level 4. He was fast asleep and had an IV on his left arm for drips of glucose. I stood there for 5 minutes, just staring at his pale face. I was sad. I wished and prayed it was me lying there. Not him.. I pat him on his arm and he woke. When I looked into his eyes, I almost cried but I contained myself as if something stopped me from doing so. I don’t know why. I wanted to cry. I was sad..</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="COLOR: #c00000">And instead of saying “Im glad you’re here”, he said, “What are you doing here? “ I almost laughed just thinking of it again but come to think of it, I can’t remember what I said. All I know is that I held his hands as if to assure him that everything will be fine. Well, sort of..<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> Its not like my presence could change anything.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="COLOR: #c00000">I watched him sleep, changes position many times and touching his painful abdomen.. I wished I could ease his pain, but *sigh*…<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> he was put to be Orally NIL, awaiting his endoscope and ultra sound. When both is done by lunch time, Doctor came in at around 2 to explain his situation. Test results came back and they detected stones in his gallbladder. Not one, not 2 but 3 stones!! Doctor advised that he undergo surgery in the evening to remove the stones and they schedule for the operation.. Long story short, they took him into the OT at 7.30pm..</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="COLOR: #c00000">I waited in the ward for hours.. I remembered going down to the OT 4 times and they were still in there.. I decided to go up again and finally fell asleep at the chair at 10.30pm.. 10 minutes later, his mom came, and woke me up.. “He’s still in surgery” I said..<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> then we went down together to check..<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> my watch showed 11pm when the procedure was over! He was in there for 3 and a half hour!! I was so worried.. but glad that it was over.. Nurse on duty let us visit him in the recovery room. First mummy went in then I did. He looked weak but conscious. They then took him up to the ward.. Surgeon had to remove his entire gallbladder as it has swollen badly and they eventually discovered 5 stones, the size of marbles..<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> He now has a long cut on his abdomen which he refers to as a cut he got from slashing some gangster in a fight.. it seems…<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> <img src='http://c0404361.cdn.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/a34a05a3acdb042df68736a2ffb885da' alt=':D' class='wp-smiley' /> guys will always be guys….</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="COLOR: #c00000">I spent 2 entire days and nights at the hospital looking after him, just in case he needs anything.. I took emergency leave of work and only remembered today that I had tones of things to do. All I knew at that point of time, I wanted to be there with him, not caring if he wanted me there… but sure enough he did.. he asked me if I could stay the following night.. and I did…<span style="mso-spacerun: yes">&#160;</span> what I did for him while I was there and why I did it, shall forever remain ‘for me to know and for you to find out’..</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="COLOR: #c00000">At the end of the day, Im glad he’s home and recuperating.. I wish him speedy recovery as I miss spending time with him…</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"><span style="COLOR: #c00000">Kalau Si Dia terbaca, get well soon….</span></p>
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		<title>Found it</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Nov 2008 21:09:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<span style="COLOR: #0000bf"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; FONT-FAMILY: Comic Sans MS"><span style="COLOR: #ff4040"><span style="COLOR: #00bf00"><span style="COLOR: #6000bf"><span style="COLOR: #ecdae5"><span style="COLOR: #ff0000">Allah the Mercifull.... Memang Maha Pengasih lagi Maha Penyayang....</span></span></span></span><br /></span><br />
Aku ketemui jawaban persoalan aku.. i spent about an hour pouring my heart and eyes out to my sis last week.. at the end of the conversation we concluded that all men, at the end of the day are B******S.. maaf kalau ada yang tersinggung, but its a fact...<br />
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Something disheartening happened over the weekend. a dear Friend noticed that Si Dia was being cold towards me on our regular weekend outings.. well, the actual fact is it has been like that for the past weeks. not too cold lah.. just cold... The Friend also sees that Si Dia was ignoring me.. I told the friend, i dah mcm ter immune sikit. so i didnt feel ignored.. he was indeed busy and his schedule as far as im concerned is&#160;endless until new year..<br />
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But&#160;my conversation with the friend later that night&#160;struck&#160;me big time! intipati dia biarlah menjadi rahsia. Conclusionnya adalah, <span style="text-decoration: underline;">IF</span>.. i repeat <span style="text-decoration: underline;">IF</span>.. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">if</span> aku rasa that si Dia dah berubah hati (due to many circumstances and reasons yang biarlah menjadi rahsia jugak)... aku should let go, keep my pride and move on..&#160; <span style="text-decoration: underline;">IF</span> ok...<br />
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tapi hati aku kuat rasa tak.. and to be honest, walaupun i didnt sleep a second after that conversation until now, almost 24 hrs later.. im not upset. rather, i feel at ease sebab aku finally figured out... I'm not in love <span style="text-decoration: underline;">YET</span> dengan si Dia.. noticed i used the word <span style="text-decoration: underline;">YET</span>.. that means, in times to come, i <span style="text-decoration: underline;">MAY or MIGHT</span>, <span style="text-decoration: underline;">SHALL or WILL INDEED</span> fall in love. but the more important issue that needs to be&#160;addressed here is that, at this very instance, I WANT HIM.. yes, that's it.. AKU TIDAK MENCINTAI bahkan HANYA INGIN MEMILIKI si Dia...&#160;<br />
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i guess that's why&#160;at this point of time im not that hurt.... also&#160;this means that i can give&#160;him the time and space&#160;he needs and deserve as well as let this feeling of INGIN MEMILIKI to bloom into LOVE..<br />
Yes, aku sayang sangat sangat sangat sangat dgn Si Dia... tapi adakah aku mencintai dia??&#160;<br />
yang pasti statement terkahir ku&#160;sama seperti sebelum ini...<br />
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Kalau Si Dia terbaca... I want to&#160;grow old with you.. I want to spend my life with you.. and I want to learn how to love you.. Hence, take all the space&#160;and time you need.. God's will, we shall&#160;indeed be an item.... but until then, aku tetap sayang kamu...</span></span>
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Aku ketemui jawaban persoalan aku.. i spent about an hour pouring my heart and eyes out to my sis last week.. at the end of the conversation we concluded that all men, at the end of the day are B******S.. maaf kalau ada yang tersinggung, but its a fact&#8230;</p>
<p>Something disheartening happened over the weekend. a dear Friend noticed that Si Dia was being cold towards me on our regular weekend outings.. well, the actual fact is it has been like that for the past weeks. not too cold lah.. just cold&#8230; The Friend also sees that Si Dia was ignoring me.. I told the friend, i dah mcm ter immune sikit. so i didnt feel ignored.. he was indeed busy and his schedule as far as im concerned is&#160;endless until new year..</p>
<p>But&#160;my conversation with the friend later that night&#160;struck&#160;me big time! intipati dia biarlah menjadi rahsia. Conclusionnya adalah, <span style="text-decoration: underline;">IF</span>.. i repeat <span style="text-decoration: underline;">IF</span>.. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">if</span> aku rasa that si Dia dah berubah hati (due to many circumstances and reasons yang biarlah menjadi rahsia jugak)&#8230; aku should let go, keep my pride and move on..&#160; <span style="text-decoration: underline;">IF</span> ok&#8230;</p>
<p>tapi hati aku kuat rasa tak.. and to be honest, walaupun i didnt sleep a second after that conversation until now, almost 24 hrs later.. im not upset. rather, i feel at ease sebab aku finally figured out&#8230; I&#8217;m not in love <span style="text-decoration: underline;">YET</span> dengan si Dia.. noticed i used the word <span style="text-decoration: underline;">YET</span>.. that means, in times to come, i <span style="text-decoration: underline;">MAY or MIGHT</span>, <span style="text-decoration: underline;">SHALL or WILL INDEED</span> fall in love. but the more important issue that needs to be&#160;addressed here is that, at this very instance, I WANT HIM.. yes, that&#8217;s it.. AKU TIDAK MENCINTAI bahkan HANYA INGIN MEMILIKI si Dia&#8230;&#160;</p>
<p>i guess that&#8217;s why&#160;at this point of time im not that hurt&#8230;. also&#160;this means that i can give&#160;him the time and space&#160;he needs and deserve as well as let this feeling of INGIN MEMILIKI to bloom into LOVE..<br />
Yes, aku sayang sangat sangat sangat sangat dgn Si Dia&#8230; tapi adakah aku mencintai dia??&#160;<br />
yang pasti statement terkahir ku&#160;sama seperti sebelum ini&#8230;</p>
<p>Kalau Si Dia terbaca&#8230; I want to&#160;grow old with you.. I want to spend my life with you.. and I want to learn how to love you.. Hence, take all the space&#160;and time you need.. God&#8217;s will, we shall&#160;indeed be an item&#8230;. but until then, aku tetap sayang kamu&#8230;</span></span>
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