<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331</id><updated>2011-07-29T09:15:59.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissy kissy bang bang</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>164</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-3395850761987039086</id><published>2010-03-01T03:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T03:58:09.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S4rKipJlMKI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/htSQxAmYqjI/s1600-h/untitleds.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443385796141068450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S4rKipJlMKI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/htSQxAmYqjI/s320/untitleds.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Moved to &lt;strong&gt;crimineldepasserelle.tumblr.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-3395850761987039086?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/3395850761987039086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=3395850761987039086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/3395850761987039086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/3395850761987039086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2010/03/moved-to-crimineldepasserelle.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S4rKipJlMKI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/htSQxAmYqjI/s72-c/untitleds.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-8442740078070118811</id><published>2010-02-24T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T00:45:43.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S4QFuN7D8LI/AAAAAAAAA7I/yTyldIaD9-A/s1600-h/59sl5e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441480541339906226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S4QFuN7D8LI/AAAAAAAAA7I/yTyldIaD9-A/s320/59sl5e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember the other time when you were hugging me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You told me you wanted to grow old with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I smiled back at you because that's what I wanted too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-8442740078070118811?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/8442740078070118811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=8442740078070118811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/8442740078070118811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/8442740078070118811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2010/02/miss-me.html' title='Miss me.'/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S4QFuN7D8LI/AAAAAAAAA7I/yTyldIaD9-A/s72-c/59sl5e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-2098248409103850671</id><published>2010-02-15T04:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T04:23:31.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starlight, starbright, the first star I see tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438195584366698674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S3haEjlGYLI/AAAAAAAAA64/t1m3duspDoE/s320/tumblr_kxuhsb6u2l1qa8hu6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday Mai, Palat &amp;amp; Dinie ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww went to Palat's birthday party down at Sembawang &amp;amp; it was awesome. Hah. And since it's Valentine's, I got a necklace from prettyboy! &lt;em&gt;*thumbs up*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438195960133967954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S3haaba_4FI/AAAAAAAAA7A/yeGtZEm95LE/s320/IMG_1272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And lastly, without &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; tomorrows wouldn’t be worth the wait &amp;amp; yesterdays, wouldn’t be worth remembering.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-2098248409103850671?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/2098248409103850671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=2098248409103850671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/2098248409103850671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/2098248409103850671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2010/02/starlight-starbright-first-star-i-see.html' title='Starlight, starbright, the first star I see tonight'/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S3haEjlGYLI/AAAAAAAAA64/t1m3duspDoE/s72-c/tumblr_kxuhsb6u2l1qa8hu6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-8107939711748130224</id><published>2010-02-09T14:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T15:02:05.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupid, we need to talk about your aim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S3D_D9FwbeI/AAAAAAAAA6o/wbRPUOFhtes/s1600-h/47.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436125193639587298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S3D_D9FwbeI/AAAAAAAAA6o/wbRPUOFhtes/s320/47.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do I care so much about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, after all you've done to me? You're just another stupid teenage idiot. But you were always my idiot, &amp;amp; that's what counts. God, I used to believe in you. I really did. But I don't know what to believe anymore. I hope you're happy. Just when I thought everything would be okay, you threw it all away. You changed before my eyes. I want to be done with you. But I can't say goodbye. This might seem backwards, but I don't know what hurts more right now, the possibility that you never cared about me at all, or the possibility that you still do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am nervous. I'm afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But I will stand here in the white hot heat of you. I will play Russian roulette. I will tell jokes I'm not sure you'll find funny. I will hold on until there is no more reason to. And in the end, I will break the stars &amp;amp; resurrect the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am utterly confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; At times in the past I have felt lost but have always been able to find the path back home. Now, I don’t even know where I call home. I am back &amp;amp; forth from destination to destination, a nomad. I don’t feel like I truly belong anywhere, or with anyone. I am unclear of who I am &amp;amp; who I want to be, who I truly care about or who I just want to keep around for comfort. I have never been so baffled. It keeps me up at night &amp;amp; wakes me early in the morning. My mind feels as if it is in a race with no finish line. All I want are answers but none is to be found. I don’t know what I want or what is right for me, things seem to be crumbling at a pace that I cant keep up with. I need to press pause on the remote that is my life. Everything seems to be moving at a fast-forwarded pace and my mind is tired of running. I need peace. I don’t know where to find it. It isn’t here and it is no longer at “home.” I need a rewind button because the past needs to be reworked, it fucked up my present. I don’t know where to go from here but I do know that I need rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss everything that used to make me feel safe, I want it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-8107939711748130224?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/8107939711748130224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=8107939711748130224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/8107939711748130224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/8107939711748130224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2010/02/cupid-we-need-to-talk-about-your-aim.html' title='Cupid, we need to talk about your aim'/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S3D_D9FwbeI/AAAAAAAAA6o/wbRPUOFhtes/s72-c/47.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-1984461189044610273</id><published>2010-02-06T17:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T17:46:15.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S206EXSlc_I/AAAAAAAAA6g/Om690A9Q5vI/s1600-h/Humor_Hello_Im_Wasted_Black_Shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435064171951911922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S206EXSlc_I/AAAAAAAAA6g/Om690A9Q5vI/s320/Humor_Hello_Im_Wasted_Black_Shirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need something strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will be at Tara's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-1984461189044610273?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/1984461189044610273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=1984461189044610273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1984461189044610273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1984461189044610273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-need-something-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S206EXSlc_I/AAAAAAAAA6g/Om690A9Q5vI/s72-c/Humor_Hello_Im_Wasted_Black_Shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-6629798602725494590</id><published>2010-01-27T09:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T09:24:09.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we were young, we didn't give a damn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S1-VGzEy6HI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/c4svz59xT8E/s1600-h/k+best.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431223619654183026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S1-VGzEy6HI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/c4svz59xT8E/s320/k+best.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need guidance. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fvck everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fvck love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-6629798602725494590?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/6629798602725494590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=6629798602725494590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/6629798602725494590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/6629798602725494590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-we-were-young-we-didnt-give-damn.html' title='When we were young, we didn&apos;t give a damn'/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S1-VGzEy6HI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/c4svz59xT8E/s72-c/k+best.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-5888145614591164055</id><published>2010-01-25T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:23:52.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S11EAtRHbaI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/CbkdYR24Lms/s1600-h/DSC02917-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430571504620760482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S11EAtRHbaI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/CbkdYR24Lms/s320/DSC02917-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S11CbsSrUAI/AAAAAAAAA6I/hr7wehbgHNs/s1600-h/DSC02932-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430569769192083458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S11CbsSrUAI/AAAAAAAAA6I/hr7wehbgHNs/s320/DSC02932-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bottom picture: Favourite picture ever. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahaha, Arep cuuuuuuuute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Come on baby, let's dance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mango called me to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How nice is this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How great is life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like (Y)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha, yes, (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shut up ah Arep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you'll laugh when you see that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That boy spinned me around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like 4539082 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arep, I won't forgive you for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H-m-p-h-!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-5888145614591164055?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/5888145614591164055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=5888145614591164055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/5888145614591164055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/5888145614591164055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2010/01/bottom-picture-favourite-picture-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S11EAtRHbaI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/CbkdYR24Lms/s72-c/DSC02917-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-8666639376718544231</id><published>2010-01-22T17:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T17:56:43.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S1lytiC0MyI/AAAAAAAAA6A/kso5B3to6-0/s1600-h/toothfairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429496952330138402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S1lytiC0MyI/AAAAAAAAA6A/kso5B3to6-0/s320/toothfairy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU SHOULD SERIOUSLY WAAAAATCH!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Arep called me yesterday at 2.30pm &amp;amp; asked me out to watch Tooth Fairy. Apprently since Erah's sick (get well soon baby), I decided to meet Arep instead. Checked the online timing &amp;amp; it's either 3.25pm or 5.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dad was being a bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I told Arep to catch the 3.25pm show. &lt;strong&gt;AND HONESTLY YESTERDAY WAS REALLY THE DAY I TOOK THE SHORTEST TIME TO GET MYSELF READY&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Took a cab &amp;amp; met Arep at Amk Hub. He already bought the tickets, so I bought the popcorn &amp;amp; we headed to hall 6 (he was all excited about it cause it's his favourite number, 6 &amp;amp; he was making a big deal out of it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And............ it went fantastic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Till he poked my eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh ya, while laughing at The Rock, my hands were like flying all around an i accidentally poke Izah's eye. She called me bodoh after that. Sedih sia. OMG Sorry! Haha. The 13th time i apologized okay!" - Arep's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Met his friends after that &amp;amp; then Arep sent me home &amp;amp; he went back to lepak again -.- Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But seriously people, Tooth Fairy is really an awesome show! &lt;em&gt;*3 thumbs up*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks Rep, for everything. I had an aweeeesome day :D Saaaayang you. HAHA &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-8666639376718544231?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/8666639376718544231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=8666639376718544231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/8666639376718544231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/8666639376718544231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-should-seriously-waaaaatch-arep.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S1lytiC0MyI/AAAAAAAAA6A/kso5B3to6-0/s72-c/toothfairy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-1214443471374095180</id><published>2010-01-20T22:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T14:18:32.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One love</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428826823394065378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S1cRO5OD--I/AAAAAAAAA5w/w501IwAkfcg/s320/z205544353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Things didn't go the way they wanted to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Because we thought her ego was huge. But his was greater than the universe. All along she kept her cool, all along she bottled up every single thing he did wrong, with the thought he'll realise &amp;amp; change for the better. Unfortunately he was feeling more insecure about her where abouts, about her other boy friends who kept asking her out, kept messaging her, kept wanting her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; it was unfair, to &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; it was struggle. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; it is a lie, to &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; it is life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;What more can a girl do, letting out how she feels towards the man she's in love with, the man she looks forward to meeting, the man whom she thought will be her everything. When in the end all she get was hearing him shout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She told him all about the other boys, she admits it was tough to change. To change for the better.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But he didn't know she's willing to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;So what if there are other boys out there? So what if they want to get her attention? So what if they run the extra mile for her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;What happened when she said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I can't imagine being without you"&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Just because of other boys, he's blind. He's blind to see she's falling for him instead of them. He's blind to see he's the one with the ego. He's blind to see he wasn't there for her when she needed him the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;What happened to you dear boy? She was strong enough to breathe in a situation so cliche. She picked herself up cause there was just no one to help her. She cried so hard knowing it won't go to a waste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I never felt this lost in life before".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;And he made her decide when he knows her bad condition? Just so he can carry on with his life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There ain't no reason things are that way. It's how they have always been &amp;amp; they intend to stay. She can't explain why they live that way. &lt;strong&gt;They do it everyday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Open your eyes boy, she can't feel love anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Someone run a mile, send roses by her door, cry her a river, escape with her... anything to make her believe again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428846042916088994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S1citnhMbKI/AAAAAAAAA54/uhEVjVaqH34/s320/rr.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P.S. She misses him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-1214443471374095180?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/1214443471374095180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=1214443471374095180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1214443471374095180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1214443471374095180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-love.html' title='One love'/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S1cRO5OD--I/AAAAAAAAA5w/w501IwAkfcg/s72-c/z205544353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-4821042018504714412</id><published>2010-01-18T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:26:48.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S1RbMCOpNkI/AAAAAAAAA5o/82S841TvDzU/s1600-h/clock.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428063713203140162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S1RbMCOpNkI/AAAAAAAAA5o/82S841TvDzU/s320/clock.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time baby, it's time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is Monday, &amp;amp; I almost got hired. And she was asking, "Do you happen to know your Poly schedule?". What am I supposed to reply? We haven't even get our posting results! And she went, "Aww we need to prepare our roaster".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;JUST because of that, I'm not hired. Because BEFORE that, she said, "Perfect! When can you start work?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let's just hope for Evita Peroni this time round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, enough about that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-4821042018504714412?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/4821042018504714412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=4821042018504714412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4821042018504714412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4821042018504714412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-time-baby-its-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S1RbMCOpNkI/AAAAAAAAA5o/82S841TvDzU/s72-c/clock.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-7914803000497902040</id><published>2010-01-17T02:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T03:07:10.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S1IOCnoCz3I/AAAAAAAAA5g/apJ__xpQQQU/s1600-h/heart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427415939094335346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S1IOCnoCz3I/AAAAAAAAA5g/apJ__xpQQQU/s320/heart.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to reconcile the violence in your heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-7914803000497902040?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/7914803000497902040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=7914803000497902040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/7914803000497902040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/7914803000497902040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-to-reconcile-violence-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S1IOCnoCz3I/AAAAAAAAA5g/apJ__xpQQQU/s72-c/heart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-7597888240779362878</id><published>2010-01-16T02:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T02:47:38.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S1C3HgPxRrI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/aO72V2OGIRo/s1600-h/34-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427038890524493490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S1C3HgPxRrI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/aO72V2OGIRo/s320/34-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But in the end I can still feel the pain – every time I hear your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-7597888240779362878?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/7597888240779362878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=7597888240779362878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/7597888240779362878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/7597888240779362878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2010/01/but-in-end-i-can-still-feel-pain-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S1C3HgPxRrI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/aO72V2OGIRo/s72-c/34-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-3037697300483031090</id><published>2010-01-13T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T17:55:05.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S02B2WNnKNI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/FL9g-8MKAfc/s1600-h/fat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426135896726907090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S02B2WNnKNI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/FL9g-8MKAfc/s320/fat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You tend to feel sucky when you did well but your parents aren't proud enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And I didn't know after all this, when I look back at it I start to laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I cried thinking that I did effing bad (when I didn't even look at the slip). Adam was the first one to see my grades &amp;amp; Erah was the first to open up the MOE form that was given to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So on the results night itself, we went for shesha. Even when there's just 4 of us, it feels like there's 14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Rusydi didn't fetch me, so I had to catch the last train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hal &amp;amp; I stopped at Amk &amp;amp; we headed to the bus stop waiting for 88. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On the board: 88 Arriving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(phew) So we sat for 10 minutes &amp;amp; Hal checked the board again. 88's not even in the list. We panicked, of course. Cause I didn't want to waste my money just for a freaking cab. We crossed the road (&amp;amp; until I finally decided we should flag a cab), we crossed back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hahaha. We seriously look like idiots running. Drunk ones, to be specific. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Gosh tomorrow sleepover at Erah's place? Ahh can't wait! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Plus Tara said Dorothy Perkins' having a sale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lucky the 200 cheque's with me. &lt;em&gt;(heheheheh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-3037697300483031090?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/3037697300483031090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=3037697300483031090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/3037697300483031090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/3037697300483031090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-tend-to-feel-sucky-when-you-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S02B2WNnKNI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/FL9g-8MKAfc/s72-c/fat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-5373286649477594687</id><published>2010-01-07T15:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:31:51.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone take a picture, so I won't forget him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S0WKJWdALvI/AAAAAAAAA5I/DJzdQZOIjBg/s1600-h/DSC_0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423893219488313074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S0WKJWdALvI/AAAAAAAAA5I/DJzdQZOIjBg/s320/DSC_0909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rusydi fetched me from home &amp;amp; we headed to Fish &amp;amp; Co for lunch! Yummy, but surprisingly we didn't get to finish our meals. That was one thing. Next, Di asked the waitress, "Do you accept Nets here?" &amp;amp; she said no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*cricket sound*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But of course he saved the day by going to the ATM to withdraw some money. And we went to River Island. My wallet's not there anymore :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay we had some window shopping but his window shopping was seriously irritating cause we kept going in &amp;amp; out of Topman just to see his blazer again &amp;amp; again. Can't deny, he looks good in it. &lt;strong&gt;And he was doing his catwalk.&lt;/strong&gt; (Omg)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mum called to check out on me (haha) &amp;amp; she wanted Di to send me home early. I didn't even bother to tell Di. Heheh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After making multiple appearances in Topman, we headed to the car &amp;amp; drove off to Marina Barrage, just in time for the sunset :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was beautiful. There were some families flying their kites up high in the sky, &amp;amp; the atmosphere was just great. (No irritating students - no offence people)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aww I miss that. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At about 10pm we headed home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since I personally deny to accept the fact that the O level results are going to be out next Monday, I finally heard it on the radio when we were in the car. God dammit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The first thing I was thinking about was surprisingly, my hair. I wouldn't want to create any problems. So I should text Tara soon about spraying my hair black. Or I meant,&lt;em&gt; our&lt;/em&gt; hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The next thing I know when I called Di at almost midnight, he told me he accidentally slept while driving. And I went, @?#@$*@^&gt;)#!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And why oh why Famous Amos cookies taste so greatttt I want more! Well I had it for breakfast &amp;amp; it did spoil my day cause now the pack's finish, I seriously am craving for those cookies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So currently the Polytechnics are having much of a competition having their open house all at the same period of time. Oh what the hell. I approached Hal &amp;amp; profusely beg him to accompany me to both NP &amp;amp; TP's open house since Di's booking in today. At first thought I wanted to go with mum, but I guess she'll be busy babysitting Faris. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need to go to NP &amp;amp; TP's open house! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I.. just.. need.. to....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh well Hal was blabbering about our ez-link fares which is now considered adult fares. Heh. I was thinking, if you're eager enough to turn into young men &amp;amp; women then be eager enough to accept the deal. Yes I know it sucks, if you're unhappy about it live elsewhere for all I care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did I tell you O level results are going to be out next Monday? This means, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) Need to pamper self for the next few days till Monday 2pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) Shall eat as much as I want after getting my results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) Get ready to receive numerous calls or text messages from random people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4) Whatever the outcome is, Izah, don't.. cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahahahaha I don't know why, but I feel excited+happy+scared+like laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Either good or bad (it'll be good, insyaallah), I'll be meeting Di on Tuesday &amp;amp; we can escape from this sickening reality, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And fvck yeah, Cleo's January issue got me laughing. In a good way, haha. Even Di read it. (Haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Di's already on his way to camp :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-5373286649477594687?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/5373286649477594687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=5373286649477594687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/5373286649477594687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/5373286649477594687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2010/01/someone-take-picture-so-i-wont-forget.html' title='Someone take a picture, so I won&apos;t forget him'/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S0WKJWdALvI/AAAAAAAAA5I/DJzdQZOIjBg/s72-c/DSC_0909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-4343328791282778019</id><published>2010-01-04T22:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:31:36.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S0H_DSk_fxI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Fiv1rYd4mMg/s1600-h/12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422895858322472722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S0H_DSk_fxI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Fiv1rYd4mMg/s320/12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eh Ayie! &gt;&gt; Jorgen Von Strangle (oʞzɥɔnɯ ıɹıɐɥ) says:&lt;br /&gt;sch skrng da start lmbt&lt;br /&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Myza says:&lt;br /&gt;kol berapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eh Ayie! &gt;&gt; Jorgen Von Strangle (oʞzɥɔnɯ ıɹıɐɥ) says:&lt;br /&gt;lmbt 10 mins&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Myza says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;gerek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eh Ayie! &gt;&gt; Jorgen Von Strangle (oʞzɥɔnɯ ıɹıɐɥ) says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;tadie Hannah jakun siakk, dpt dudok atas utk EFL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-4343328791282778019?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/4343328791282778019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=4343328791282778019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4343328791282778019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4343328791282778019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2010/01/jorgen-von-strangle-ozn-says-sch-skrng.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S0H_DSk_fxI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Fiv1rYd4mMg/s72-c/12.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-4693803162977677775</id><published>2010-01-04T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:31:23.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S0DEX5od5qI/AAAAAAAAA4o/zbgZ3T_Jv1o/s1600-h/%3B%3B.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422549866240665250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S0DEX5od5qI/AAAAAAAAA4o/zbgZ3T_Jv1o/s320/%3B%3B.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: Sezairi Pes C seh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mum: Ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: Rusydi cakap dia kental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mum: Abeh Rusydi pes apa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: Pes A ah abeh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-4693803162977677775?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/4693803162977677775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=4693803162977677775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4693803162977677775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4693803162977677775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-sezairi-pes-c-seh.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S0DEX5od5qI/AAAAAAAAA4o/zbgZ3T_Jv1o/s72-c/%3B%3B.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-7552644823015520645</id><published>2010-01-03T13:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:30:51.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You stop I start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S0AqpWL4FUI/AAAAAAAAA4g/razveUnpUq0/s1600-h/rusy2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422380841172473154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S0AqpWL4FUI/AAAAAAAAA4g/razveUnpUq0/s320/rusy2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now when the love is right somehow you just know it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because you hold it tight you don't wanna let it go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; it's so deep inside of you that you just can't take it cause it fills up your heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; you just can't replace it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's true love when you say you need me like I need you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; you can't be without me like I can't be without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's true love when we spend time talking on the phone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause when we're not around each other we don't wanna be alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grab your lover by the hand &amp;amp; say that you understand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how love really works.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So good that it hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I'll be true to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-7552644823015520645?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/7552644823015520645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=7552644823015520645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/7552644823015520645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/7552644823015520645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-stop-i-start.html' title='You stop I start'/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/S0AqpWL4FUI/AAAAAAAAA4g/razveUnpUq0/s72-c/rusy2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-7400724962096428729</id><published>2009-12-30T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:03:22.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Szsy74gOMjI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/JXhJB9e4_3U/s1600-h/tumblr_kves6gM4m81qarsqqo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420982580831728178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Szsy74gOMjI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/JXhJB9e4_3U/s320/tumblr_kves6gM4m81qarsqqo1_400.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;R.I.P TO THE BEST DRUMMER EVER…. I really don’t know what to say I am just shocked my heart is filled woth sorrow I don’t think any other drummer will ever be able to replace him…. I don’t really understand how this could happen and I am exhausted from all the death this year He was just 28 for god sakes much too young I am just right now at the brink of crying…. It really makes one realize just fragile our lives are…. His death definitely has an impact on me…. This is the man I idolize along with his fellow bandmates I am just down right now…. I feel the waterworks coming on….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Tara's tumblr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yep, I feel for you Tara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Chey macam paham)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-7400724962096428729?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/7400724962096428729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=7400724962096428729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/7400724962096428729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/7400724962096428729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/12/r.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Szsy74gOMjI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/JXhJB9e4_3U/s72-c/tumblr_kves6gM4m81qarsqqo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-4707406984156277759</id><published>2009-12-29T01:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T01:48:29.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And since I saw Fasha posted this in her blog... (hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I confess that in 2009, I have…&lt;br /&gt;(x) stayed single for the whole year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) made out in/on a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( ) kissed in the snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( ) celebrated Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( ) kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) had your heart broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) broke someone else’s heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( ) had a stalker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) went over the minutes on your cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) had a good relationship with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) someone questioned your sexual orientation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( ) gotten pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( ) had an abortion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) have a relationship with someone you’ll never forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) done something you’ve regretted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( ) lost faith in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( ) kissed under a mistletoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( ) painted a picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( ) wrote a poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( ) ran a mile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( ) shopped at Hollister or Abercrombie and Fitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) posted a blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) listened to music you couldn’t stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) went to a sleepover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) went camping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) threw a surprise party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) laughed till you cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( ) laughed till you peed in your pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) visited a foreign country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) cut in a line of waiting people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) told someone you were busy when you weren’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) partied to celebrate the new year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) cooked a disastrous meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) lost something/someone important to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In 2009 I…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) broke a promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) lied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) went behind your parents back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) cried over a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) disappointed someone close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) hid a secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) pretended to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( ) slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) kept your new years resolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) forgot your new years resolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) met someone who changed your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) met one of your idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) changed your outlook on life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) sat home all day doing nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) pretended to be sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( ) left the country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( ) almost died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) given up something important to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) lost something expensive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) learned something new about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) tried something you normally wouldn’t try and liked it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) made a change in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) found out who your true friends were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) met great people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) stayed up til sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) cried over the silliest thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( ) was sometimes never home on weekends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) got into a car/bike accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) had friends who were drifting away from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( ) had someone close to you die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) had a high cell phone bill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) spent most of your money on food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( ) had a fist fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) went to the beach with your best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) saw a celebrity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) gotten sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( ) liked more than 5 people at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x) became closer with a lot of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And till then, I hope 2010's a better year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-4707406984156277759?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/4707406984156277759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=4707406984156277759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4707406984156277759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4707406984156277759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-since-i-saw-fasha-posted-this-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-7711185205593428531</id><published>2009-12-28T00:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T02:09:59.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419970342505888002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SzeaT243OQI/AAAAAAAAA4A/og7rjVHniMw/s320/DSC02836-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We understand each other &amp;amp; we care about each other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I believe that years from now, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we still will.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419970345253677010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SzeaUBH_J9I/AAAAAAAAA4I/e_-QfdvGCvI/s320/harace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So let's say that theoretically I really like you,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; theoretically even though it sounds moronically cliché &amp;amp; overused, you give me butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;And just for kicks, lets add that all in theory of course you may be one of the most wonderful people I have ever met, &amp;amp; hypothetically my heart beats ten times faster when I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think that you would supposedly (&amp;amp; in the most theoretical sense) feel the same way?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As soon as you start to have romantic feelings for someone, you’re fucked.&lt;br /&gt;You &amp;amp; this person are going to hurt one another.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you are together for the rest of your life, you’re going to feel indescribable pain.&lt;br /&gt;When you’re in, no matter how deep, you’re in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"You’re letting him think you’re emotionally available. You’re letting him think he has a chance.&lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing worse in the world that thinking you have a chance, when you really don’t.&lt;br /&gt;-Grey’s Anatomy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;If I knew then what I know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, things would be different.&lt;br /&gt;But what can I say, it happens like this most of the time for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-7711185205593428531?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/7711185205593428531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=7711185205593428531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/7711185205593428531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/7711185205593428531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-understand-each-other-we-care-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SzeaT243OQI/AAAAAAAAA4A/og7rjVHniMw/s72-c/DSC02836-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-4227879756970672760</id><published>2009-12-15T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:00:33.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415475199651453906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SyeiAG0pm9I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/jKzIUECf_jQ/s320/13543_202508211925_643711925_3074320_4724202_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bless me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know why but I have to admit this, I have very beautiful friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415487196152182146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Syes6ZRTtYI/AAAAAAAAA3g/q7lPga0zmY8/s320/erah.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415487198264113186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Syes6hI1OCI/AAAAAAAAA3o/N5AbBXC8Kko/s320/tara.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415487210538031314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Syes7O3KWNI/AAAAAAAAA3w/F7YgyPMVyck/s320/raaa13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And to my baby Attica, happy birthday (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415476172992520706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Syei4wzPogI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/MPc5iwJcMQg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-4227879756970672760?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/4227879756970672760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=4227879756970672760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4227879756970672760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4227879756970672760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/12/bless-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SyEltK_mtpI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/ueVRsonq19c/s320/15167_105592786120245_100000085733042_151518_1107163_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SyEls-_ZYiI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Sl5GPWSbWnQ/s1600-h/IMG_1746a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413649681829421602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SyEls-_ZYiI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Sl5GPWSbWnQ/s320/IMG_1746a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SyElsb4-jkI/AAAAAAAAA2A/NBSirUA_P5w/s1600-h/IMG_1747a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413649672407256642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SyElsb4-jkI/AAAAAAAAA2A/NBSirUA_P5w/s320/IMG_1747a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thanks people, I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;To those who wished me especially Zul Pendek who caught my attention cause he sort of wish me in every way, yeah &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The perfume, the watch, the brownie cake, the photo frame, the tv controller, the movie marathon, the kisses, the hugs, the cute cupcake &amp;amp; a candle, the card, the princess hair band, the Kinder Bueno, the Eatzie Gourmet cake, the 50 bucks, the Roche, the bag of shirts, the night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll remember it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Xoxo, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;birthday girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-4958146874092959019?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/4958146874092959019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=4958146874092959019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4958146874092959019'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-2013685277556288976</id><published>2009-12-06T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:06:00.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SxvybItsuFI/AAAAAAAAA1w/YQlGKc2GXg8/s1600-h/DSC02686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412185925225330770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SxvybItsuFI/AAAAAAAAA1w/YQlGKc2GXg8/s320/DSC02686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait for our movie marathon today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait for the surprise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to meet the new dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to see him skate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait for Rusydi to come home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to be back in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to kiss my little nephew as soon as he wakes up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to hear his voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait for my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait for random texts from random people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to pick up lots of calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to reply texts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to have new clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to have a watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to meet Feiq for Starbucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to meet my girlfriends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to hug them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;No, I can't wait.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-2013685277556288976?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/2013685277556288976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=2013685277556288976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/2013685277556288976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/2013685277556288976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-wait-for-our-movie-marathon.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SxvybItsuFI/AAAAAAAAA1w/YQlGKc2GXg8/s72-c/DSC02686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-780353415838322428</id><published>2009-12-04T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T01:02:23.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Sxfu1v4vYdI/AAAAAAAAA1g/dy3I9LnsHnk/s1600-h/5480_115787466901_625196901_2439346_6348091_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411056084463870418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Sxfu1v4vYdI/AAAAAAAAA1g/dy3I9LnsHnk/s320/5480_115787466901_625196901_2439346_6348091_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY FEIQ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-780353415838322428?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/780353415838322428/comments/default' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Sxfu1v4vYdI/AAAAAAAAA1g/dy3I9LnsHnk/s72-c/5480_115787466901_625196901_2439346_6348091_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-1382475175331010567</id><published>2009-12-03T20:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:14:45.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Sxe-hyn0ZnI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/GjkxxLD2Mjg/s1600-h/z206506426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411002965042685554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Sxe-hyn0ZnI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/GjkxxLD2Mjg/s320/z206506426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're all pretty bizzare.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some of us are just better at hiding it, that's all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm dancing in the puddles &amp;amp; I'm bathing in the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Join along, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-1382475175331010567?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/1382475175331010567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=1382475175331010567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-4119927056692312779</id><published>2009-12-02T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:30:18.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SxZoH5xTiQI/AAAAAAAAA1I/pnt8JepKboo/s1600-h/DSC00268%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410626487308224770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SxZoH5xTiQI/AAAAAAAAA1I/pnt8JepKboo/s320/DSC00268%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;You know sometimes you just think Emily Rose is still alive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I didn't know I can stumble upon her in the MRT on my way home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't care if I'm being &lt;em&gt;mean&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This person slept while standing in front of us &amp;amp; I just couldn't help it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; blame Haliff for taking the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*evil laugh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is Wednesday. &lt;strong&gt;The next Wednesday will be my birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*jumps for joy*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Make me smile ;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-4119927056692312779?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/4119927056692312779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=4119927056692312779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4119927056692312779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4119927056692312779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-know-sometimes-you-just-think-emily.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SxZoH5xTiQI/AAAAAAAAA1I/pnt8JepKboo/s72-c/DSC00268%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-7111121186759309312</id><published>2009-12-02T03:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:22:00.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SxVqQA08cRI/AAAAAAAAA1A/8Hjd-NcX3YU/s1600/16140_186196146628_682216628_3018833_3545111_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410347350688035090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SxVqQA08cRI/AAAAAAAAA1A/8Hjd-NcX3YU/s320/16140_186196146628_682216628_3018833_3545111_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unlike you, I have my bitches calling me to the beach &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the sun's smiling &amp;amp; the hot hunks walking with their cigg in their hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh damn I'm caught in a bad romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-7111121186759309312?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/7111121186759309312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=7111121186759309312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/7111121186759309312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/7111121186759309312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/12/unlike-you-i-have-my-bitches-calling-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SxVqQA08cRI/AAAAAAAAA1A/8Hjd-NcX3YU/s72-c/16140_186196146628_682216628_3018833_3545111_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-8545684071553190617</id><published>2009-11-29T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T02:25:31.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I party like a rockstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Look like a movie star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Play like an all star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fvck like a porn star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Baby I'm a superstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Niez Aint Legit. says:&lt;br /&gt;izah u so hot. come lets make out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-8545684071553190617?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/8545684071553190617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=8545684071553190617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/8545684071553190617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/8545684071553190617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-party-like-rockstar-look-like-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-5710720928710374314</id><published>2009-11-23T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:39:35.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Swqn2Rt93mI/AAAAAAAAA0o/1POkihaON5w/s1600/IMG134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407318853522677346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Swqn2Rt93mI/AAAAAAAAA0o/1POkihaON5w/s320/IMG134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to escape from reality for a moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need a man to be there for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making out in the car when the traffic light turns green. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fingers caressing thighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our eyes meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I found my man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-5710720928710374314?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/5710720928710374314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=5710720928710374314' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-1235434887694998791</id><published>2009-11-16T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T02:08:00.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When entering a shop, always know when to say what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Unlike my dearest twin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Retail worker: Hello, welcome!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Erah: Oh welcome &lt;em&gt;*smiles*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Few seconds later, she went to me &amp;amp; started giggling. I found out why &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Erah: I don't know ah I knew I had to say something but I just couldn't find the words.. You know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me: Hahaha yeah I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But really, copying what the retail worker said is not what you're supposed to do. She welcomes you, &amp;amp; you welcome her back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unbelievable.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So anyway prom's coming &amp;amp; like what twinnie said in her new tumblr, she's sick of walking around town. Yeah man. Urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404388174879684242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SwA-aVAGdpI/AAAAAAAAA0g/HEyt0DnigC4/s320/Fash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY AINUL FASHA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Jeez I miss you so much :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-1235434887694998791?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/1235434887694998791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=1235434887694998791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1235434887694998791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1235434887694998791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-entering-shop-always-know-when-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SwA-aVAGdpI/AAAAAAAAA0g/HEyt0DnigC4/s72-c/Fash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-6295275392939087056</id><published>2009-11-11T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T02:08:43.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Svrn0v685LI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/W7qTX_-V974/s1600-h/DSC02629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402885596387271858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Svrn0v685LI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/W7qTX_-V974/s320/DSC02629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402884736692596786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SvrnCtTxMDI/AAAAAAAAAzw/A_5ARaSn5W4/s320/DSC02631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hereby declare, I am done with secondary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Woooh awesomeh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper starts at 2pm, &amp;amp; at 1.15pm, I was still making my way to Raa's place. Hahaha. And when I reached school, that thinner smell, my God just felt like puking before entering the exam hall. Anyway paper was fine ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And happy birthday, Eric!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SvrnD7bZc2I/AAAAAAAAA0I/_IqtyeQKip8/s1600-h/DSC02671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402884757662561122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SvrnD7bZc2I/AAAAAAAAA0I/_IqtyeQKip8/s320/DSC02671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402884748254564370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SvrnDYYW0BI/AAAAAAAAA0A/fDhH6c55QIk/s320/DSC02664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402884738893210338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SvrnC1gb4uI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5f9MsdI_H34/s320/DSC02674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the celebration, we headed off to Marina Square. We initially wanted to go Tampines, but what the hell, we were running out of time for the interview so might as well don't turn up. We made our rounds &amp;amp; finally settled down at Starbucks. Erah got her 200$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I got my 200$ too ;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun laughing cause apparently both Tara &amp;amp; Erah had their blond moment today. I went home &amp;amp; sister surprised me by buying Hei Sushi! Aww so &lt;em&gt;sweeeet&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a happy kid today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND TOMORROW SHOPPING. AND NEW HAIR COLOUR. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'll be a happier kid tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;(Isn't Tara becoming more feminine nowwww? Awww)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402885152733682130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Svrna7LsWdI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/eVpREfqdFG4/s320/DSC02644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-6295275392939087056?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/6295275392939087056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=6295275392939087056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/6295275392939087056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/6295275392939087056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hereby-declare-i-am-done-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Svrn0v685LI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/W7qTX_-V974/s72-c/DSC02629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-3114467904337756847</id><published>2009-11-10T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:17:27.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SvmD3K3WTgI/AAAAAAAAAzg/YVtuRzGofPs/s1600-h/Zara%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402494211840167426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SvmD3K3WTgI/AAAAAAAAAzg/YVtuRzGofPs/s320/Zara%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been going out almost everyday. This is&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apparently I am tired today, so I chose to stay at home. Was thinking to go out for lunch with Ra but she was sleeping (tidur mati, like wow first time) so I asked my sister to accompany me to get an ice-cream, at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adan, on the other hand, finds his work today very boring. Haha. He was posted to another outlet which is near Mustapha &amp;amp; I think that sucks. Hahaha. Okay I can't stop laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So he went online &amp;amp; webcam-ed with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought as though I was the one working at Coffee Bean -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND YEAH MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Few more hours to my last paper! Yeeeha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-3114467904337756847?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/3114467904337756847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=3114467904337756847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/3114467904337756847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/3114467904337756847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-been-going-out-almost-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SvmD3K3WTgI/AAAAAAAAAzg/YVtuRzGofPs/s72-c/Zara%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-5826243213930195780</id><published>2009-11-05T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:41:00.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was surprising that Accounts turned out to be pretty easy. Like all these while, I've been a F student in Accounts. It's just not my stuff, you know? Well maybe I should have chosen D&amp;amp;T for my 6th subject, but come to think of it, nah I am never good in handling D&amp;amp;T things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I stayed up &amp;amp; burned the midnight oil yesterday night. But credits to Adam who accompanied me. Believe it we were studying while talking. Though it was worth it after &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So yeah, there's hope for Accounts :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Another paper to go &amp;amp; that's it man. That's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, I was chatting with Haliff when there's this online aquaintance of mine approached me &amp;amp; said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toothpick&lt;/em&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Myza Hazelwood&lt;/em&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;What do you not know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toothpick&lt;/em&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;why i think too much abt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Myza Hazelwood&lt;/em&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;Eew get a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toothpick&lt;/em&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;i know right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400635715932149314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SvLpkeFsVkI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/5YnAFGmzAqw/s320/Mdm+Wong+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400644807665974642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SvLx1rb8_XI/AAAAAAAAAzY/eh-r9YcIi-w/s320/Mr+Kamal+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Graduation night is coming. And that's farewell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-5826243213930195780?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/5826243213930195780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=5826243213930195780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/5826243213930195780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/5826243213930195780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-was-surprising-that-accounts-turned.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SvLpkeFsVkI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/5YnAFGmzAqw/s72-c/Mdm+Wong+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-9021669327967863439</id><published>2009-11-03T12:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:11:57.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399726047242136066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Su-uOyJKqgI/AAAAAAAAAzA/XCoRQMT3HQ0/s200/thisisit.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unlike you people, I had free tickets to the sneak preview of MJ's This Is It on 28th October. It was so awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like BOOMZ like that!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So there's just Physics paper tomorrow &amp;amp; Accounts paper on the following day. Science MCQ next Wednesday AND I AM &lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt; WITH THIS HIGH SCHOOL SHIT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't wait to go shopping. I really can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399763899808387394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Su_QqF8OkUI/AAAAAAAAAzI/Lv5K4kJLuq0/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And just sometimes, I like it to stay &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; way.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-9021669327967863439?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/9021669327967863439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=9021669327967863439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/9021669327967863439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/9021669327967863439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/11/unlike-you-people-i-had-free-tickets-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Su-uOyJKqgI/AAAAAAAAAzA/XCoRQMT3HQ0/s72-c/thisisit.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-7435409891782185852</id><published>2009-10-19T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:28:09.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to run</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Oh where oh where could my baby be?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wo wait, I think globalisation is such an easy topic! Heh. Good job good job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll get ready soon. I'll be going to the airport. Haliff &amp;amp; Tara will be there. And I hate it Erah can't tag along. Ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;But it'll be fun. It'll be a fun time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-7435409891782185852?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/7435409891782185852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=7435409891782185852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/7435409891782185852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/7435409891782185852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-time-to-run.html' title='It&apos;s time to run'/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-8482933438930528789</id><published>2009-10-15T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:05:44.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's expand balls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Haliff is &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; into Ms Horny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;So is Reihan &amp;amp; the boys. They had fun reading the Teenage magazine where readers send e-mails to the mag. And there was Ms Horny. Well basically she's a very dirty girl. She takes 4 hours to masturbate. She masturbates 7 times a day. She uses anything she finds in the house to 'help' her. She reads about sex books, she chats online to talk about sex, exchange tips on masturbating &amp;amp; all. She's open to any guy as she says sex is enjoyable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;But she was complaining that her vagina hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;So she was seeking help from Teenage mag. She wants to live a healthier life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;Heh, yeah right. Man she's a sicko! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;Haliff &amp;amp; me are at Tara's crib right now. And we just had McSpicy. I am seriously going to get fat. God dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"Balls equals fun" - Tara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;In Math class,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Carolyn: Cher how do you expand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mdm Wong: I eat ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;At the porch after class ends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Haliff: Cher, I thought you're having a meeting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mdm Wong: Yah, meeting with the food first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Me: Wah nice meeting ah Cher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Tara: Oh so this is how you expand ah Cher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Me: Later she simplify.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-8482933438930528789?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/8482933438930528789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=8482933438930528789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/8482933438930528789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/8482933438930528789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-expand-balls.html' title='Let&apos;s expand balls.'/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-1809294799494194999</id><published>2009-10-13T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:03:36.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I thought the boys woke up earlier than me. But &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All three of us already set our alarm clocks at 4.30am, having the thought of calling Macs for breakfast. Amir woke up, turned off the snooze &amp;amp; slept back. So did Reihan. I didn't even &lt;em&gt;hear&lt;/em&gt; my alarm ringing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mum made them breakfast &amp;amp; Amir went off to school first cause his lesson was at 1130 while Rei &amp;amp; me, an hour later. I am quite tenacious about my Organic Chem now. And &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;is &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;super fantastic&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tested Haliff his Organic Chem after Chem's lesson, &lt;strong&gt;but he was vacuous&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Just recently I noticed I've been having Macs almost everytime I eat. I'm so addicted, I took Haliff's McSpicy coupon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hee hee&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As usual, I did some blog hopping just before creating this post. It came to my attention, that surprisingly almost every blog's all about love. Well, almost. It made me look back at what I've been doing this year. 2009. I fall in love, I fall out of love, I fall back in love &amp;amp; back out of love. Somehow it's getting permanently attached to my cycle of life. When I'm in love, I thought I was ready for a breakdown. But when it comes, I got all messed up. End up being misery's best friend. When I got over everything, it's either I thought I got over everything or another exact replica of the previous guy appear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grotesque&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;These barricades guarding have dwindled I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay anyway this dingy room is getting on my nerves. I can't concentrate! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And O's coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O O O O O O O O O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let us all have a zestful approach! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;But put &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; aside, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm meeting Zul tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;! Yeay he's treating meeeeee. Huha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-1809294799494194999?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/1809294799494194999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=1809294799494194999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1809294799494194999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1809294799494194999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-thought-boys-woke-up-earlier-than-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-2509501784668724565</id><published>2009-10-12T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:27:53.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; know how bad I am in Accounts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had Accounts tuition yesterday night. I was pretty much blur the whole session because I've used up almost all of my brain energy for Math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;*while pointing in the air*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;If that one's undervalued then net profit understated ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Her: Uhh okay here's the normal way of thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Her:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;*draws*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Me: Uhh if that's the normal way then what way was I thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Her: Yeah that's why I also don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Me: Oh okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After Accounts tuition my brain finally got it's rest. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't attend school today because I woke up at 7.30am. Class starts at 8am. I knew I could make it cause yeah, no harm in coming late. But &lt;em&gt;neh&lt;/em&gt;, I was too tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reihan &amp;amp; Amir will be sleeping over at my place for tonight. I just hope tonight's study group can at least make a difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well maybe I can have another Accounts 'not-normal-way-of-thinking' tuition with Rei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-2509501784668724565?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/2509501784668724565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=2509501784668724565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/2509501784668724565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/2509501784668724565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-you-should-know-how-bad-i-am-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-4752101527813806585</id><published>2009-10-02T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T01:40:01.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SsTdjZJntEI/AAAAAAAAAyw/OF9P2kNOC_0/s1600-h/P9260109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387674654358352962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SsTdjZJntEI/AAAAAAAAAyw/OF9P2kNOC_0/s320/P9260109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mamat yang di belakang kita bertiga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY! ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dah besar Abang Jeng kita. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All the best, Fir! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-4752101527813806585?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/4752101527813806585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=4752101527813806585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4752101527813806585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4752101527813806585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/10/mamat-yang-di-belakang-kita-bertiga.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SsTdjZJntEI/AAAAAAAAAyw/OF9P2kNOC_0/s72-c/P9260109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-534469982673326323</id><published>2009-10-01T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:49:12.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The greatest irony of love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Loving the right person at the wrong time, having the wrong person when the time is right &amp;amp; finding out you love someone right after that person walks out of your life. And sometimes, you think you’re already over a person, but when you see them smile at you, you’ll suddenly realize that you’re just pretending to be over them just to ease the pain of knowing that they will never be yours again. For some, they think that letting go is one way of expressing how much they love that person. Some are afraid to see the one they love being held by someone else. Most relationships tend to fail not because the absence of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is always present.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It’s just that one was being love too much &amp;amp; the other was loved too little. As we all know that the heart is the center of the body, but it beats on the left. Maybe that’s the reason why the heart is not always on the right. Most often we fall in love with the person we think we love, but to only discover that for them, we are just passing time while the one who truly loves us remains either a friend or a stranger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So here’s a piece of advice&lt;/span&gt;: Let go when you’re hurting too much, give up when love isn’t&lt;br /&gt;enough, &amp;amp; move on when things are not like before. For sure there is someone out there who will love you even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tell me something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-534469982673326323?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/534469982673326323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=534469982673326323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/534469982673326323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/534469982673326323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/10/greatest-irony-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-9190414428585790488</id><published>2009-10-01T18:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:21:17.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am so sorry I've not been updating. Apparently I was too caught up with stuffs I can't find myself free to switch on the computer. Well I think I have to catch things up with the peeps in school. I've been absent for 2 days! :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am having the worst ever migraine. Till my neck can neither turn left nor right! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It sucks big time, because I've been sleeping &amp;amp; not studying at home. I went to my aunt's clinic 2 days ago &amp;amp; she said I'm stress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Woh, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't know if you're able to believe that, but I don't. Though Haliff said I do look stress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Uhuh. Yes I have been distracted by a few things lately, but I just find saying "I'm stress" quite funny. It's not normal. At &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;AND I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL TOMORROW. At least I know I have a Children's Day gift from Mr Leow, heeheehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was searching for my notes yesterday when I stumbled upon LaSalle's Undergraduate Guide book. I generally flipped through it &amp;amp; I start to wonder about life. It was more like I flipped through the Secondary Guide book yesterday. Time flies so fast. How parents choose for you your outfit, how parents save your money, how parents choose which school is the best for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Everything's&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to choose my own outfit, I have to save my own money, I have to choose my future, I have to have a career, I have to meet people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to see the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sometimes I just wish I'm a senior &amp;amp; can never graduate. Not that I want to repeat years of education, but just sometimes you need things to be the way it is now. You don't want it to change. You just want to enjoy every bit of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wait. My cat's snoring. I guess she must have fall asleep while listening to me. Never mind that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, I know this sounds crazy but I think I'm going to live just this 1 month without having a handphone. It's a 50/50 thing. Mdm Wong wanted to take it &amp;amp; I was on the verge of giving her my handphone, but nah I wasn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; crazy. Hahahahaha. Maybe next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sure, now is the time to tell everyone not to despair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He: Go on! Don’t be shy, ask me out.&lt;br /&gt;She: Okay, get out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-9190414428585790488?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/9190414428585790488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=9190414428585790488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/9190414428585790488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/9190414428585790488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-no-i-am-so-sorry-ive-not-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-440052560427257299</id><published>2009-09-18T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T00:59:52.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SrJq1E75fHI/AAAAAAAAAyo/7754k50vKs4/s1600-h/IMG-8545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382481964751748210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SrJq1E75fHI/AAAAAAAAAyo/7754k50vKs4/s320/IMG-8545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SrJq0vTPrOI/AAAAAAAAAyg/7XaZo5U6yOY/s1600-h/4866_123849292424_615887424_2774317_3134070_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382481958944091362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SrJq0vTPrOI/AAAAAAAAAyg/7XaZo5U6yOY/s320/4866_123849292424_615887424_2774317_3134070_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAHRIL &amp;amp; AMIR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-440052560427257299?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/440052560427257299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=440052560427257299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/440052560427257299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/440052560427257299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-shahril-amir.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SrJq1E75fHI/AAAAAAAAAyo/7754k50vKs4/s72-c/IMG-8545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-1841391821036618424</id><published>2009-09-16T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:23:40.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iftar!</title><content type='html'>I am so lazy to drag myself to the computer. So I'll surf the net through mobile. While on bed. While hugging my pillow. While lying down. While having my cat sleeping next to me. Ahh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, prelims are over! Jump around seniors! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Second part of the journey to success gone. O's the final lap man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my Accounts paper today, Elyra &amp; Haliff went over to my place. Sadly, there weren't anything to do. So Elyra &amp; I were basically browsing through friends on FB while Haliff slept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh Rah, kau tengok Haliff tidur.&lt;br /&gt;Elyra: Cute seh dia tidur.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*plop plop plop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh my God? *turns behind to look at Haliff*&lt;br /&gt;Elyra: What the, dia kentot bila tidur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, what a moment! Cute ass. It's rare okay finding a fart sound like plop plop plop (3 in a row!), bcos usually it's poot or puffff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;That was that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed back to school for iftar. Holy, it's pretty cool! Like, when did a school gather everyone for iftar? Heh but yeah it was only for the 4E &amp; 5N muslim students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mr Kamal &amp; the rest of the teachers who made it a successful one! And yeah the doa almost made me cry. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Dan &amp; went home together (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I need to sleep now. I've been yawning. Gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-1841391821036618424?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/1841391821036618424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=1841391821036618424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1841391821036618424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1841391821036618424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/09/iftar.html' title='Iftar!'/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-85422705331336964</id><published>2009-09-15T22:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:17:37.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No Sepet, your post is not somewhat similar to the publisher's, it is already from the publisher himself/herself. You only did the introduction &amp;amp; the ending of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Im supporting the mens' side. You should know we ,men, have our dignity and pride. You shouldnt have go to the extent to degrade my dignity. Dont you? Thats the part where you are over the line , miss. But whatever it is, i know whats the consequences of putting up the post. A men's judgement. A men's opinion. Done.Easier said, girls are an open book, its either you want to read it or not. (Thank you eera)"&lt;/em&gt; - Sepet's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes it's human nature that one will side their own gender. That, I shan't argue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dignity &amp;amp; pride. Now you're involving personal matters? I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dignity &amp;amp; pride is found in all human, it's whether one accepts it or not, or whether one has confidence in it. Are you saying that all men have dignity &amp;amp; pride &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whereas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; girls don't? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You know it all goes down to whether do you have pride in yourself if you're the man who take trashes from bins, walking to that smelly truck &amp;amp; dumping all those waste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If you assume what I've just said degrades your dignity, in the first place you yourself have proven a possibility that you have no confidence in your statement. Is that &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; definition of dignity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no lines in this argument, just levels of maturity. The question is, which level are you on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Knowing the consequences of publishing that post, you should have been fully prepared for a counter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What you're saying, is &lt;em&gt;just &lt;/em&gt;a groundless statement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Girls are an open book, it is either you want to read it or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anger &amp;amp; shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; led you to conclude that this statement is right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After all, we're all God's creation &amp;amp; we are all made equal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You see, now &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;is done with dignity &lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt; pride.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-85422705331336964?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/85422705331336964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=85422705331336964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/85422705331336964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/85422705331336964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/09/face-up.html' title='Face up'/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-4727620555020709871</id><published>2009-09-14T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:29:27.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;a href="http://tokiolikeschicken.blogspot.com/2009/09/men-dont-understand-women.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Men don't understand women&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't really understand girls nor women. From my opinion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Girls are highly complicated. Men see that she comprises clothes, smiles, lovely hairstyles, and several other things that cannot be mentioned here due to lack of space and also because of a need to be prudent. It is quite obvious that the above-mentioned do not comprise a girl. It is also obvious that a girl cannot be a girl without all these things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Men have never been able to comprehend where the things that a girl uses end and where the actual girl begins. A lot of girls would love to be men, except on certain occasions. At least, this is what they say, and this must part of their complicated nature. No man can fathom why on earth a girl would want to be a man. Men turn pale before them, go cold and hot before them, chase after them and also run away from them, swear at them and also by them. A small-sized girl in lisle-thread stockings and a short skirt is able to twist strong men round her tiny finger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In a way, men are lucky because girls are more fond of them than they are of other girls. There are different types of girls, and a single girl is not the same at all times. A girl by herself is not the same as she is in the company of her girlfriends.Men wish they knew everything there is to know about girls. However, it is good that they don't. This is in no way meant to disparage girls. The girl is an eternal puzzle to man, and it is the fact that she is a puzzle that draws man to her and arouses his curiosity about her.In short, what a man doesn't know about girls would fit into a truck, and what he knows about girls would fit into a girl's little work box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you really understand girls then i must congratulate you because its hard. I know.&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sepet's&lt;/span&gt; blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well I have to say you have a point in saying facts like that but I have to bring up to your attention that your source isn't favourable to what's happening in today's context.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes I do believe females are highly complicated. We get so stressed up choosing a perfect outfit to wear, we nag almost every time when some thing's out of place somewhere. But in this case, a man's complexity isn't much of a difference either. Look around you, sometimes you don't understand why men fight with each other just because of a girl, or maybe settling a cold war between each other. You don't understand how soccer or any other sports means to them, which applies to women going shopping in a rather small mall &amp;amp; you believe it's a never-ending thing. I believe this is general enough to describe our differences but you need to look on the minor side. Some women abhor shopping because they think it's a waste of money. Some men prefer to sleep rather than waking up at 3 in the morning just to catch their favourite football team live on ESPN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Vanity is the ultimate thing that's happening today. As much as we care about our own looks, men are finally getting it too. Your statement's just too strong to make readers the assumption that men are, say, imprudent. Don't just get too carried away by general terms of a girl. You can see men carrying a comb around, you'll find a perfume in his bag, or perfect, we have Ashley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Isham&lt;/span&gt; recognized by those in the upper echelons of fashion for his fashion sense. In a globalised world, a man, in fact, isn't a man, without all these things too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Except&lt;/span&gt; on certain occasions, most females would love to be a man. No you didn't flip the coin mister, what happened to men who wants it vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;? What happened to the sacrifices a man has to face &amp;amp; that just sometimes, they wish they're a female? Surgeries to change one's sex are still going on in today's life, you have to pick up these small things to have a full scale of the picture. Considering the violence or verbal insults of men &amp;amp; women, you can't just look at females as if they're the ones who starts misery. Even if a small-sized girl is able to twist strong men round her tiny finger, what would you have to say when a man says such sweet &amp;amp; simple words, &amp;amp; the next thing you know you have a woman catering her life to that man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There are different types of women. There are different types of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So there are different types of men. Most say when men are together, they are boys. A change in behaviour. A change in talking. Well, at least you now know the similarity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The woman is an eternal puzzle to the man. A puzzle that draws man to her &amp;amp; arouses his curiosity about her. What a man doesn't know about a woman would fit into a truck &amp;amp; what he knows would fit into a girl's little work box. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I pretty much hope you don't get confused with this when love &amp;amp; anger is present. You just can't find the right words when you're in love, worse still, you don't know what attracts you to the opposite sex but because of love, you're with him/her. Anger also affects one's whole emotion. Be it you know you're in love or you're angry, you probably will think or do things unconsciously. That's what's happening to most of us. It's psychological, &amp;amp; you do know it's inevitable. So perhaps it's not really complicated when you know emotions are taking a part of it because well, it's just another part of the story. Say, if a couple don't really know each other well, they apparently will have difficulties in facing problems. But why is there such couples living in perfect bliss? Maybe imperfections are what that makes it perfect together. After all when you think about it, you don't really need to know. You need to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In a nutshell your opinion is a biased one, where you're not taking in what's happening around you. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After all these, don't you think it all comes down to one's individuality?&lt;/span&gt; You can't blindly take it that women have to wear dresses to work or men have to search for a job. Gender might be a factor that affects one's thinking, but your opinion isn't reliable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And maybe you should try &amp;amp; learn to also write down where you get your source from, Mister. It's the publisher's rights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; pas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-4727620555020709871?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/4727620555020709871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=4727620555020709871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4727620555020709871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4727620555020709871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/09/men-dont-understand-women-i-dont-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-6256754814081586490</id><published>2009-09-13T00:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:31:04.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SqvXsHWrE5I/AAAAAAAAAyY/IFVcvH3zBkM/s1600-h/IMG-8883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380631332712551314" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SqvTcornQRI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Ud00iHsFvhs/s320/IMG-9077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SqvWFnj0NCI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/aD2U4eccy5s/s1600-h/IMG-8958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380629571831084066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SqvWFnj0NCI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/aD2U4eccy5s/s320/IMG-8958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SqvWFGIdcsI/AAAAAAAAAyI/A3I6KGTcgUo/s1600-h/10330_133915591925_643711925_2515005_7954574_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380629562857976514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SqvWFGIdcsI/AAAAAAAAAyI/A3I6KGTcgUo/s320/10330_133915591925_643711925_2515005_7954574_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Friday's outing was a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But anyhoo it wasn't that great cause we don't have Sally with us! She's the other birthday girl who's supposed to blow her candles! Pfft Salllyyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So mission accomplished, Elyra had fun that night. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ah I love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thanks to you people who came! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh yeah &lt;em&gt;Sufyan&lt;/em&gt; complained he didn't puasa today cause of me. I know you're going to read this. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay let's hope you don't too, tomorrow :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-6256754814081586490?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/6256754814081586490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=6256754814081586490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/6256754814081586490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/6256754814081586490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/09/fridays-outing-was-blast-but-anyhoo-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SqvXsHWrE5I/AAAAAAAAAyY/IFVcvH3zBkM/s72-c/IMG-8883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-2563666712528869819</id><published>2009-09-12T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:03:22.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380611441629632514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SqvFmTS8mAI/AAAAAAAAAwY/kLqhiBgEhZo/s320/Rah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SqvFmzFU0jI/AAAAAAAAAwg/hcMhhR6tLYg/s1600-h/n615346685_1462197_1896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380611450162434610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SqvFmzFU0jI/AAAAAAAAAwg/hcMhhR6tLYg/s320/n615346685_1462197_1896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELYRA &amp;amp; SAIFUL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-2563666712528869819?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/2563666712528869819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=2563666712528869819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/2563666712528869819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/2563666712528869819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-erah-saiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SqvFmTS8mAI/AAAAAAAAAwY/kLqhiBgEhZo/s72-c/Rah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-5562968354586255628</id><published>2009-09-11T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:36:07.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do you have to be so you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here’s a piece of advice, Sepet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Let go when you’re hurting too much, give up when love isn’t enough, &amp;amp; move on when things aren’t like before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Surely there is someone out there who will love you more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dude I told you to search someone better than me, not &lt;em&gt;worse&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, so far the books are being a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; They're giving me &lt;em&gt;attitude&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I need to ring Elyra soon. Apparently sleepover will have to be some time later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I accompanied the guys 'shopping' yesterday. And I swear to God I can't help it but laugh at them. I'll post pictures of today's outing soon ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-5562968354586255628?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/5562968354586255628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=5562968354586255628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/5562968354586255628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/5562968354586255628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-do-you-have-to-be-so-you.html' title='Why do you have to be so you?'/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-952069411107566924</id><published>2009-09-09T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:49:24.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SqfObJVSveI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/24Krianutjg/s1600-h/z193846147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379495245674364386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SqfObJVSveI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/24Krianutjg/s320/z193846147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Vanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, thy Name is no longer woman. Men are getting more excuses to be vain thanks to the industries' efforts of Hollywood &amp;amp; the cosmetics industry. Whether it is going to a tanning salon for that perfect Greek God shade of bronze or getting their hair clipped by Shunji Matsuo, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;men are finally getting their groove on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Just recently, I've been bragging about my dream to almost everyone. It was beautifully planned, I was at the subway with this guy I don't know who but in my dream he was regarded as my boyfriend &amp;amp; hell yeah he was frigging good-looking! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He was tall &amp;amp; he has this dark hair &amp;amp; a square jaw. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The impressive thing was his biceps that bulged out in like 41 different directions!&lt;/span&gt; Girls gnashing their teeth, people finding something to deaden their jealousy. Oh I so love it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Talking to both Elyra &amp;amp; Vinith really made my day. They're both awesome &amp;amp; the conversation was filled with embarrassment &amp;amp; confessions. I'm like in the center of them two. Just couldn't help but laugh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Little life lesson #56&lt;/span&gt;: A good way to ensure you will never have a boyfriend is to have a large armed man with an uncertain grasp of English heckle you in public. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dude tell me, what do you see when you're looking at me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-952069411107566924?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/952069411107566924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=952069411107566924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/952069411107566924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/952069411107566924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/09/vanity-thy-name-is-no-longer-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SqfObJVSveI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/24Krianutjg/s72-c/z193846147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-7152290104488771159</id><published>2009-09-02T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T17:56:26.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hair stuck!&lt;br /&gt;have you ever imagine how a tampon wrapper to ever get stuck on your hair ??!! well i , Elyza and Elyra saw it with ourown eyes ! it was seriously funny . At first we did not want to help that girl to pull that thing of her hair . but due to the fasting month , we are suppose to be very nice people and help others in need . so... we decided to help her . when we told her that she had a piece of the tampon wrapper on her hair , her reply was ," Oh .. tadi kakak kat toilet . tak prasan . " without thanking us for helping her she just walk away giving the "steping" face . Elyza said that we should not have help her . i think she was super paiseh ! *hahaha* *hahaha*ps: well to all the girl remember to check whether anything got stuck to you right sfter u wash-up your * you know what * . even your hair !&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Taken from &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hafiz&lt;/span&gt;'s blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To whoever that girl is, I think you screwed up in pretending. You gotta work on it. Like what Hafiz suggests, we should have snap a photo of you. Lucky I was in a good mood to save your ass.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been super lazy this week.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Though I am very excited get my hair done next Monday. Like finally, after begging my parents for money &amp;amp; action merajuk after that. Yeah it works everytime. Well it's either I'm good in this or they're trying to spoil their child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;All I know my twin isn't getting the hang of it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-7152290104488771159?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/7152290104488771159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=7152290104488771159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/7152290104488771159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/7152290104488771159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/09/hair-stuck-have-you-ever-imagine-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-3963181230735814770</id><published>2009-08-29T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:16:39.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SpgCJynqy4I/AAAAAAAAAwI/VtxBJDKpd0g/s1600-h/2494089724_9f7dd7f731%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375048522496920450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SpgCJynqy4I/AAAAAAAAAwI/VtxBJDKpd0g/s320/2494089724_9f7dd7f731%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I seriously do not know why this is friggin random. But will you be my maid of honour when I get married?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Elyra!  27-Aug-2009  10.38pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-3963181230735814770?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/3963181230735814770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=3963181230735814770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/3963181230735814770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/3963181230735814770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-seriously-do-not-know-why-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SpgCJynqy4I/AAAAAAAAAwI/VtxBJDKpd0g/s72-c/2494089724_9f7dd7f731%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-6417752050758891112</id><published>2009-08-25T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T01:39:54.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yearbook!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SpQhg6v6O2I/AAAAAAAAAwA/5BC-zRRvyCM/s1600-h/Hannah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373957104769579874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SpQhg6v6O2I/AAAAAAAAAwA/5BC-zRRvyCM/s320/Hannah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SpQe3YFsJtI/AAAAAAAAAvo/MCVeJ6M3DkQ/s1600-h/Shasha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373954192067798738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SpQe3YFsJtI/AAAAAAAAAvo/MCVeJ6M3DkQ/s320/Shasha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SpQe26fDByI/AAAAAAAAAvg/J_89BFp-1uk/s1600-h/Irah_2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373954184121091874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SpQe26fDByI/AAAAAAAAAvg/J_89BFp-1uk/s320/Irah_2000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Elyra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373956936421440658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SpQhXHmlfJI/AAAAAAAAAv4/SkUrmASTgaA/s320/Zah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Elyza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks to Aidil &amp;amp; some others in FB, I got stucked in the middle of the night uploading &amp;amp; laughing at pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I AM HAVING ENGLISH ORAL TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But lucky there's no school in the morning. So I just have to attend oral which will be around 2pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My twin is so going to love this Yearbook thing. Heh heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-6417752050758891112?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/6417752050758891112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=6417752050758891112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/6417752050758891112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/6417752050758891112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/08/yearbook.html' title='Yearbook!'/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SpQhg6v6O2I/AAAAAAAAAwA/5BC-zRRvyCM/s72-c/Hannah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-7002840736155456651</id><published>2009-08-20T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:49:13.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it wasn't because of Cikgu Asnah, I wouldn't get an A1 for Malay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay that was, uhh, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nvmd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Now imagine this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got an &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A1&lt;/span&gt; for Malay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Without knowing what's left &amp;amp; what's right in Malay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call yourself an A1 student, Izah.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Congratulations, heh! &lt;em&gt;*pats at the back*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Congrats to those who succeed. &lt;strong&gt;Work harder for those who are still not satisfied. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And to my dearest Hannah darling, I miss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And to my dancers, GOSH I MISS YOU PEOPLE TOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And please eh Zul, I wasn't even hinting you to ask me out to prom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Mamat perasan!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh &amp;amp; congratulations to Irsyad for passing his driving test ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To Haliff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I really hope you recover fast. I miss punching &amp;amp; teasing you. You know it well, sometimes I can be a bully. I hope your brother recovers fast too, he's too cute to be stuck at home feeling sick. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jeez my &lt;em&gt;eye candy&lt;/em&gt;'s just so cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even Irsyad's jealous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To Lavanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, text me soon about your condition. Yes it got me worried knowing you vomitted! Damn you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's up with people getting sick nowadays? Sick people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what's up with me dedicating from the start of this post.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-7002840736155456651?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/7002840736155456651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=7002840736155456651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/7002840736155456651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/7002840736155456651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-it-wasnt-because-of-cikgu-asnah-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-5963344040868579828</id><published>2009-08-18T23:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:59:06.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovelies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorMd4AfJxI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Ipktif7QVoE/s1600-h/IMG-8567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371330319215437586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorMd4AfJxI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Ipktif7QVoE/s320/IMG-8567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorMdXsSWQI/AAAAAAAAAvI/lXjOruPWFck/s1600-h/IMG-8564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371330310540777730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorMdXsSWQI/AAAAAAAAAvI/lXjOruPWFck/s320/IMG-8564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorIcRrvBEI/AAAAAAAAAug/EDPQh1YJztA/s1600-h/IMG-8622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371325893701469250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorIcRrvBEI/AAAAAAAAAug/EDPQh1YJztA/s320/IMG-8622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorIb1h89wI/AAAAAAAAAuY/AVI0tTWfCnY/s1600-h/IMG-8603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371325886144247554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorIb1h89wI/AAAAAAAAAuY/AVI0tTWfCnY/s320/IMG-8603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorIbjxHFXI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/S2KcrGbZ2hw/s1600-h/IMG-8581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371325881375987058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorIbjxHFXI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/S2KcrGbZ2hw/s320/IMG-8581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371324447768073762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorHIHKWViI/AAAAAAAAAt4/79sfdx8JPmI/s320/IMG-8593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorIbGoXliI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ONqC3qeJOuE/s1600-h/IMG-8528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371325873554691618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorIbGoXliI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ONqC3qeJOuE/s320/IMG-8528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorIa5A-goI/AAAAAAAAAuA/R-KDp3NAeeQ/s1600-h/IMG-8531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371325869899809410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorIa5A-goI/AAAAAAAAAuA/R-KDp3NAeeQ/s320/IMG-8531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371330307673663378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorMdNAtp5I/AAAAAAAAAvA/dms3c7upIwI/s320/IMG-8551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorHHuZ5JlI/AAAAAAAAAtw/d9C4mXU4XFc/s1600-h/IMG-8556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371324441122383442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorHHuZ5JlI/AAAAAAAAAtw/d9C4mXU4XFc/s320/IMG-8556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371327400350672466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorJz-Y5ZlI/AAAAAAAAAuo/nUQ6K0xEyzw/s320/IMG-8482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorHHW08WLI/AAAAAAAAAto/wxqF5hUpjk0/s1600-h/IMG-8471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371324434793388210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorHHW08WLI/AAAAAAAAAto/wxqF5hUpjk0/s320/IMG-8471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorHGzuvgQI/AAAAAAAAAtg/uUmpS9ttVRQ/s1600-h/IMG-8553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371324425372139778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorHGzuvgQI/AAAAAAAAAtg/uUmpS9ttVRQ/s320/IMG-8553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorHGqLsi-I/AAAAAAAAAtY/uFIpHik-At4/s1600-h/Tara4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371324422809226210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorHGqLsi-I/AAAAAAAAAtY/uFIpHik-At4/s320/Tara4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These were taken on a Saturday night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And since I was on a dilemma whether to head home late &amp;amp; wake up late on a Sunday or head home early &amp;amp; wake up early to study on a Sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I chose the latter.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But coming home at midnight still didn't help because I woke up very late the next day.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dad finally made a decision to give away my two kittens Chichi &amp;amp; Kiki to his friend who's staying at Potong Pasir. I cried during the whole process, I just can't bear being apart from them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All I know is when I want to see them means I want to see them that instant! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dad promised me that though.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For some reason I notice I am trying my best to avoid holding on to a book, or even papers. I'll soon be out of here, out of this instituition. Just a matter of days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then I'm no longer a current student of Anderson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-5963344040868579828?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/5963344040868579828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=5963344040868579828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/5963344040868579828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/5963344040868579828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/08/lovelies.html' title='Lovelies'/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SorMd4AfJxI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Ipktif7QVoE/s72-c/IMG-8567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-4577696203828488272</id><published>2009-08-12T22:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:22:56.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I need some air here, hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This is the most crucial time of my life, so far. Certainly not because of O's, alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I need to visit the ice-cream shop.&lt;/span&gt; I need to buy &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt; clothes. I need to try on new shoes. I need to show my new watch. I need to &lt;em&gt;burn&lt;/em&gt; papers. I need to finish a bottle of Pepsi. I need to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lollipops. I need to run in an open field. I need cameras around me. I need someone to read me a bedtime story before I go to sleep. I need someone to sing me a lullaby. I need someone to run up to me when I cry. I need someone to hug me tight when I'm afraid of the dark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I need to chase my cats &amp;amp; be chased by them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My oh my, what happened to me all these years? Did I throw all my worries because I used to have a companion by my side? Ah, I see the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think I really need to mention a few great friends here. I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369090839487272050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SoLXq_5xVHI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/EdFf7wVXfkI/s320/DSC02014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haliff, my best dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's funny how we started off getting to know each other. And as we grow older, we got closer. He's been there for me &amp;amp; he knows both my good &amp;amp; bad character. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;He's there when I was angry, he's there when I was crying &amp;amp; he's there when I was laughing.&lt;/span&gt; He dedicates his life to people he love &amp;amp; care. He nurtures the weak. Being humble is his job. He understands people, even if you're spilling shits out of your mouth or you keep on cursing people, he'll adapt to new environments &amp;amp; face different challenges. He gives his best &amp;amp; he accept his weakness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's a good chap in my eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's hard though if you see it if you're not in my shoes. It hurts me to hear people having bad thoughts about someone really close to you. Doesn't it hurt you? Real bad for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love him like my own brother.&lt;/span&gt; I know words can't describe anything I'm feeling right now. But seeing him suffer with me when I'm the one facing a problem, the friendship is just, so &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thanks for being there, Hal. Thanks for being there, &lt;strong&gt;everytime&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though I'll also dedicate that to my twin Elyra &amp;amp; my fantastic bitches+guy, Tara, Lavanya, Sha, Zuhri.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't know why I'm being very emotional. Ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And there's someone I think who also contributed to ease my pain. Someone who should not be named. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I feel like I'm writing about Voldemort don't you know that?)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Although we may be apart &amp;amp; we rarely update each other, I can still assure you, you're close to me in my heart. Can't deny it, you know me well. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All the arguements we had, all the happy moments we shared.&lt;/span&gt; I'm happy for the way you are now, I'm &lt;strong&gt;very &lt;/strong&gt;proud of you. Remember that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You're living your life &amp;amp; that's great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I'm slowly catching up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thanks for everything, English man. You can keep on irritate people with your slang, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope Tara's having fun watching Lady Gaga! Jeez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-4577696203828488272?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/4577696203828488272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=4577696203828488272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4577696203828488272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4577696203828488272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/08/hot-shots.html' title='Hot shots'/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SoLXq_5xVHI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/EdFf7wVXfkI/s72-c/DSC02014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-1842113007250585571</id><published>2009-08-10T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:03:02.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Sn_jIk4cUlI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Odqq49sV6YA/s1600-h/DSC02007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368259017327792722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Sn_jIk4cUlI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Odqq49sV6YA/s320/DSC02007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Sn_jIQukYPI/AAAAAAAAAtA/84uUeYQKIp8/s1600-h/DSC02010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368259011917668594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Sn_jIQukYPI/AAAAAAAAAtA/84uUeYQKIp8/s320/DSC02010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a very cute nephew &amp;amp; I am proud of it. Aww, can't get my eyes off him!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I slept late yesterday &amp;amp; I feel just super lethargic today. To make things worse, I just got to know there'll be a History test tomorrow. Within a short notice, no, &lt;em&gt;things won't get into my brain&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Though somehow I quite hate it when boys start to invade a girl's life. Well not just any boy, but don't you think your life's going to be a hell of a ride if the boy you're contacting is just some immature kid? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes sadly, an individual's actual maturity may not correspond to their chronological age, as immature individuals exist at all ages.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway I am online right now &amp;amp; there's this Thailand student I believe from Winitsuksa School sent a 'Hi' to me. I am really not good at remembering each of their names cause they have very weird names &amp;amp; just sometimes they can even look the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;member_chem_ws@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;Elyza Lovelock says:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; who are you?&lt;br /&gt;member_chem_ws@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm Thai student&lt;br /&gt;Winitsuksa&lt;br /&gt;do you knowฦ&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Elyza Lovelock says:&lt;br /&gt;oh your name?&lt;br /&gt;member_chem_ws@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;Bank&lt;br /&gt;and you&lt;br /&gt;Elyza Lovelock says:&lt;br /&gt;Izah&lt;br /&gt;member_chem_ws@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;are you Eilleen's friend&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;do you know Eileen?&lt;br /&gt;Elyza Lovelock says:&lt;br /&gt;which Eileen?&lt;br /&gt;i am not sure&lt;br /&gt;member_chem_ws@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;yap&lt;br /&gt;do you knw Rui Ting&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Elyza Lovelock says:&lt;br /&gt;Ru Ting, yes&lt;br /&gt;member_chem_ws@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;your friend&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing ?&lt;br /&gt;Izah&lt;br /&gt;are you there?&lt;br /&gt;i want to talk with you&lt;br /&gt;are you bussy&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;busy&lt;br /&gt;Elyza Lovelock says:&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;member_chem_ws@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;are you ok&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Elyza Lovelock says:&lt;br /&gt;yes i am ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you?&lt;br /&gt;member_chem_ws@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Elyza Lovelock says:&lt;br /&gt;awesome&lt;br /&gt;member_chem_ws@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;are you doing homework?&lt;br /&gt;Elyza Lovelock says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;member_chem_ws@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;do i disturb you?&lt;br /&gt;do i make you annoy?&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;i won't disturb you&lt;br /&gt;sorry for annoying you&lt;br /&gt;bye bye...&lt;br /&gt;see you later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I giggled when I read back the conversation again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Reason #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I thought the user was some person I got to know from Friendster or something. So I started off sounding very unfriendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Reason #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; His name is Bank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Reason #3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Him asking "Are you okay?" - It tickles me. Of course I am okay. I mean, the point is there but it's just funny. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I am really bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ahhhhxzx tomorrow's Malay results! Bullshitszzxsx!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-1842113007250585571?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/1842113007250585571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=1842113007250585571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1842113007250585571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1842113007250585571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-very-cute-nephew-i-am-proud-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Sn_jIk4cUlI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Odqq49sV6YA/s72-c/DSC02007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-5692319577257098667</id><published>2009-08-09T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:35:00.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Sn7o8pBXB3I/AAAAAAAAAso/NdSqpSjxQXw/s1600-h/DSC02004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367983934373562226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Sn7o8pBXB3I/AAAAAAAAAso/NdSqpSjxQXw/s200/DSC02004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday, Singapuraaa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Went out to Haliff's chalet. Elyra had to wait for me like, more than half an hour. Oh my, so sorry for that bitch. Like what you said, lucky you were in a good mood. So basically after meeting her we went on a mission to get something for that birthday kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Adan, on the other hand, came early to fetch me. So I asked him to come over to the chalet. Since he was uncomfortable going to the chalet empty handed, he asked me to accompany him buy a pack of cigg for Haliff, as a birthday present. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And there you go, birthday boy felt so blessed ever since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Surprisingly I bumped into my cousin Syafiq when I was with Adan. And Syafiq was giving me that sinister smile. Damn I &lt;em&gt;hate &lt;/em&gt;that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Just minutes before the fireworks, Tara texted me &amp;amp; asked me to join her at Marina or wherever she was at that point of time. I was lazily pampering myself when she texted me that so &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I said, "You can't expect me to fly from Hougang all the way to wherever you are right now in just a matter of minutes Tara!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And she replied,&lt;em&gt; "It's okay Izah, I have my mom's card tonight. Just flag that frigging cab!".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Damn she's awesome! But I had a bloody headache &amp;amp; I decided not to tag along. She was high anyway, she had sugar the whole day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lucky there's no school tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-5692319577257098667?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/5692319577257098667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=5692319577257098667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/5692319577257098667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/5692319577257098667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-singapuraaa-went-out-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Sn7o8pBXB3I/AAAAAAAAAso/NdSqpSjxQXw/s72-c/DSC02004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-4070102715336032695</id><published>2009-08-07T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:43:41.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SnxDTwLc67I/AAAAAAAAAsg/g1IK9fg6T7o/s1600-h/IMG_8232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367238862548298674" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SnxCO018czI/AAAAAAAAArY/cPGsCKfMx3I/s320/IMG_8116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-4070102715336032695?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/4070102715336032695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=4070102715336032695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4070102715336032695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4070102715336032695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SnxDTwLc67I/AAAAAAAAAsg/g1IK9fg6T7o/s72-c/IMG_8232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-4585391911103271105</id><published>2009-08-07T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:47:53.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I spent my day with Elyra. &lt;strong&gt;Super awesome lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Like really &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I watched the boys playing Guitar Hero in school. And laughed at Elyra when she sang like, off beat, thinking that THAT wasn't her voice. Basically the whole lot was laughing at her. Hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh &amp;amp; Haliff proposed to her! Not really proposed, he was just asking whether she could be his prom date. Thanks to me, the kneeling down &amp;amp; proposing was a complete success. The chocolates were in good shape. The rose was perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Aww they look cute together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After that Elyra &amp;amp; me went around Tampines &amp;amp; bought ourselves the same pair of slippers. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Went to sit at Coffee Club after sight seeing. And somehow she felt she's 21. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gosh I miss her already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ahhhhh. The song :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first time I won’t regret&lt;br /&gt;One look into your eyes and I’ll never forget&lt;br /&gt;You’re not about to jump right into this tonight&lt;br /&gt;I’m wondering just what to do&lt;br /&gt;Every single second in the room with you&lt;br /&gt;I can’t talk this over to win you over here tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So open your eyes don’t say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;I’m wondering why alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just let it go for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m letting you down&lt;br /&gt;You were just hiding it so well&lt;br /&gt;You’re giving me no sign no interest&lt;br /&gt;You don’t really want this&lt;br /&gt;You don’t really want this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna try to save yourself&lt;br /&gt;I bet you’re so sick of hearing it&lt;br /&gt;Well you don’t really want this&lt;br /&gt;You don’t really want this now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So hard to get is that what it’s gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Sitting down not even looking at me&lt;br /&gt;I hope forever I don’t remember this tonight&lt;br /&gt;So out the door gone away&lt;br /&gt;Run so fast through the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;We’re gone forever so much better here tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So open your eyes don’t say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;I’m wondering why alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just let it go for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m letting you down&lt;br /&gt;You were just hiding it so well&lt;br /&gt;You’re giving me no sign no interest&lt;br /&gt;You don’t really want this&lt;br /&gt;You don’t really want this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna try to save yourself&lt;br /&gt;I bet you’re so sick if hearing it&lt;br /&gt;Well you don’t really want this&lt;br /&gt;You don’t really want this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’d throw it all away for you&lt;br /&gt;If you took another look&lt;br /&gt;You’d be back so soon&lt;br /&gt;All alone dark cold night&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped around you better hold on tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah-ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah-ah&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Down&lt;br /&gt;You were just hiding it so well&lt;br /&gt;You’re giving me no sign no interest&lt;br /&gt;Well you don’t really want this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So right now&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna try to save yourself&lt;br /&gt;I bet you’re so sick of hearing it&lt;br /&gt;Well you don’t really want this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m letting you down&lt;br /&gt;You were just hiding it so well&lt;br /&gt;You’re giving me no sign no interest&lt;br /&gt;Well you don’t really want this&lt;br /&gt;You don’t really want this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna try to save yourself&lt;br /&gt;I bet you’re so sick of hearing it&lt;br /&gt;Well you don’t really want this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-4585391911103271105?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/4585391911103271105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=4585391911103271105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4585391911103271105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4585391911103271105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-spent-my-day-with-elyra.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-1759596179868881375</id><published>2009-08-02T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T11:54:48.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost</title><content type='html'>I can't get my ass off my bed. I'm super lethargic &amp; I had to blog using mobile. I spent my whole Saturday outside. Got to meet Aidi in the afternoon. It was a little intense at start, when I had to wait a super long time for him at the MRT. The thought of catching a movie was of course, cancelled. So after a meal we headed to my place &amp; spent the whole night staring &amp; admiring the skies. At least it made me calm after all that had happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think Aidi's super cute. Really! B)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-1759596179868881375?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/1759596179868881375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=1759596179868881375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1759596179868881375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1759596179868881375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/08/almost.html' title='Almost'/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-6741897478773478175</id><published>2009-07-31T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:41:56.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I really hope my dearest cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Amir&lt;/span&gt; will recover fast.&lt;/span&gt; Based on Mum's story, I really REALLY hope he's doing fine. A fever reaching up to 40 degrees &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Celsius&lt;/span&gt; isn't a joke! Even if I'm having a temperature of 39 degrees &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Celsius&lt;/span&gt; I thought I'm about to die! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nyekk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I noticed now is the period of time where all graduating students are feeling &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Feeling it &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;real bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tests, nags, meet-the-principal session, assignments.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh yeah we're feeling &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And it feels&lt;em&gt; good&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my God I miss chocolates!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Elyza&lt;/span&gt; took What type of person should you date? quiz and the result is A Gemini and you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You:&lt;/strong&gt; Optimistic, free, honest, humorous, straight-forward, positive, tolerant, energetic, eager, restless and enjoys traveling. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gemini:&lt;/strong&gt; Witty, curious, entertaining, easily distracted, mischievous, lively, talkative, adaptable, light-hearted and flirtatious.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Why you like the Gemini:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You like constant change, so the Gemini's adaptable and curious nature will fit in perfect with your lifestyle of variety. You admire the Gemini for being an adventure all in himself/herself and his/her sunny personality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Why the Gemini likes you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The Gemini enjoys your free spirited nature and shares your love of travel and adventure. The Gemini doesn't like serious and boring conversations and you are full of life and very hopeful for the future. You are also patient enough to tolerate the Gemini's distracted ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-6741897478773478175?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/6741897478773478175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=6741897478773478175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/6741897478773478175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/6741897478773478175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-really-hope-my-dearest-cousin-amir.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-3357022174524531255</id><published>2009-07-28T22:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:07:41.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Sm8RNFXYd-I/AAAAAAAAArQ/s1EIEhP3PV4/s1600-h/w113857222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363524597697771490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Sm8RNFXYd-I/AAAAAAAAArQ/s1EIEhP3PV4/s320/w113857222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I keep on reading it. I keep on thinking. I keep on remembering. I keep on wondering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;He plays the sweetest melody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When I hear it, it takes over me. And I feel every strum of the strings reminds me of all the things we used to be. Can't breathe at all cause you're coming, coming through my speaker. Everytime I'm by him, you're ripping up on the chords, playing with my heart. It kills me that I can't be with you. Thought I was the key you're playing. I'm losing my composure. I can't gain you over. Control me with your melody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's my electric guitar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Seems like you're forever in a getaway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Feels like we've been apart for some light years. Crater in my heart, filled with tears. What I'm trying to say, I want you back in my world again. And I bet you remembered that summer, when we kicked it everyday. Don't know how it happened, but it just happened. Kinda like we faded away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I lost your signal. Where are you at? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't get you out of my system. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm here wishing you would stop by my place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I miss that expression when you saw me with another guy. I miss you being so shocked I'm going out with him. I miss your care. I miss our &lt;em&gt;no-you-hang-up&lt;/em&gt; conversations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So starlight, where did you go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I can't get you out of my system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Girl: He's the sweetest among different types of sugar. The purest taste from Heaven. Irresistably charming, with eyes that sparkle when stared deep into. A killer smile that would make my heart skips a beat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Boy: Who's the he you're referring to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Girl: He isn't just any guy. He's the one who made me fall for him just at firsht sight. He got me to love him &amp;amp; taught me falling out of love again. But none could explain how I could get back together &amp;amp; fall for him once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Boy: Oh wow. Is he really that wonderful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Girl: To many, I believe he is. I'm just like any other, falling hard. But I wish to hear, I'm different in some way. At least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Boy: But I think to many, He's useless. And he thinks you're actually way different.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Girl: How may I be different?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Boy: He never force a girl to fall for him. Once tried forgetting him. And again, hoping that she'll fall for him. It's really amazing to see how love can make you stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Girl: And how ironic love can be, hoping for a pocket full of sunshine when there's never a shining light that will ever convince me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Boy: How to? If he himself is not sure of your feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Girl: Blame love. It makes me stay, ironic &amp;amp; it succeeded in getting things to a standstill.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I keep on reading it. I keep on thinking. I keep on remembering. I keep on wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-3357022174524531255?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/3357022174524531255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=3357022174524531255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/3357022174524531255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/3357022174524531255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/07/star.html' title='Star'/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Sm8RNFXYd-I/AAAAAAAAArQ/s1EIEhP3PV4/s72-c/w113857222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-5700399517435790544</id><published>2009-07-25T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:59:34.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alienated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Smsm4fj9kQI/AAAAAAAAArI/YUwjAjvCiEc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362422533301571842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Smsm4fj9kQI/AAAAAAAAArI/YUwjAjvCiEc/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SmslyOzukbI/AAAAAAAAArA/dOINkKW_L3I/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hello beautiful world, I am &lt;em&gt;suddenly&lt;/em&gt; good in Accounts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How awesome can it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Super awesome!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I woke up late today &amp;amp; so I ended up at Pasir Ris late too. Initially Saturday's plan was to go to grandma's house &amp;amp; in the afternoon, meeting up with Ibu &amp;amp; Zul to catch a movie. Due to the timings, the plan is cancelled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Called Zul up &amp;amp; he's on his way to PA with Hannah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wouldn't want to drag myself to PA today. So I chose to let them go &amp;amp; I head home. When I board the bus 88, Ibu called me &amp;amp; frantically forced me to alight. Thanks to my parents, they saved my day. They wanted to go to Expo &amp;amp; suggested that I alight somewhere that's easy for them to pick me up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I alighted at Sufyan's place. And wait. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(Trust me, it kills waiting for them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Went to Expo for the food thingy. I have no idea what it was before I even go there but it makes no difference till now, I apparently shut myself down &amp;amp; just tail my mum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But it was &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt;. Somehow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Got home &amp;amp; watched The Eye 10. Hahahahaha. That's pretty random, but it was worth the time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-5700399517435790544?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/5700399517435790544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=5700399517435790544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/5700399517435790544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/5700399517435790544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/07/alienated.html' title='Alienated'/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Smsm4fj9kQI/AAAAAAAAArI/YUwjAjvCiEc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-1072665302034846863</id><published>2009-07-22T13:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:46:28.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Smaq6MbMrgI/AAAAAAAAAqo/KNocXrAZW5Y/s1600-h/Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361160323175591426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Smaq6MbMrgI/AAAAAAAAAqo/KNocXrAZW5Y/s320/Image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;He's very competitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;But he can't beat me in Bejewelled. Hahaha loser ah Sufyan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;He came across the idea of taking this picture because initially before the white in the middle of the reds was there, you're able to see a heart shape. Awesome. I noticed the second he said it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't attend school today cause I was late. Haha. And I'm actually going to school in a while to sit for my listening compre. If it wasn't because of O levels, I think I'd be enjoying at home. What's more, it rained in the morning. &lt;em&gt;So I slept&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Heaven&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After my paper, will be going out for dinner with the peeps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to go out after that. Don't tell me I go all the way to school just to sit for a paper which is less than an hour &amp;amp; then head home. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I took a quiz on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/what-should-bhhbhcb/take?supfeed=0&amp;amp;link=feed_publish_pic&amp;amp;tv2=mKrRaGQbEOqUwiqFLDLChy2Dh0igbhK%2BY6DV2ugigw%3D%3D&amp;amp;resaban=1&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Elyza just took the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/what-should-bhhbhcb/take?ftitle=1&amp;amp;tv2=mKrRaGQbEOqUwiqFLDLChy2Ch0igbhK%2BY6DV2ugigw%3D%3D&amp;amp;link=feed_publish_text&amp;amp;supfeed=0&amp;amp;resaban=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What should your relationship status be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" quiz and the result is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/what-should-bhhbhcb/take?supfeed=0&amp;amp;link=feed_publish_text&amp;amp;tv2=mKrRaGQbEOqUwiqFLDLChy2Ch0igbhK%2BY6DV2ugigw%3D%3D&amp;amp;resaban=1&amp;amp;fresult=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go Single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's ok hun. It's clear he/she really doesn't love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uhuh. &lt;em&gt;Sepet should get the message now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-1072665302034846863?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/1072665302034846863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=1072665302034846863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1072665302034846863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1072665302034846863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/07/hes-very-competitive.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Smaq6MbMrgI/AAAAAAAAAqo/KNocXrAZW5Y/s72-c/Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-7117919062410127991</id><published>2009-07-22T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:31:36.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise me more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SmXs0scYGbI/AAAAAAAAAqg/IgYMmFiRhR0/s1600-h/IMG-7770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360951321481976242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SmXs0scYGbI/AAAAAAAAAqg/IgYMmFiRhR0/s320/IMG-7770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SmXoyfoMs_I/AAAAAAAAAqY/deySwxfbkMQ/s1600-h/IMG-7795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360946885635650546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SmXoyfoMs_I/AAAAAAAAAqY/deySwxfbkMQ/s320/IMG-7795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SmXoyOU7HWI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/9oieH1pMVlI/s1600-h/IMG-7805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360946880991403362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SmXoyOU7HWI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/9oieH1pMVlI/s320/IMG-7805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SmXox4TEyfI/AAAAAAAAAqI/yVyTIMqAKVY/s1600-h/IMG-7869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360946875078068722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SmXox4TEyfI/AAAAAAAAAqI/yVyTIMqAKVY/s320/IMG-7869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SmXoxlsYXoI/AAAAAAAAAqA/5wCMb6QPRj8/s1600-h/IMG-7833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360946870083935874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SmXoxlsYXoI/AAAAAAAAAqA/5wCMb6QPRj8/s320/IMG-7833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dinner at Sakura was great. Photos will be up in Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SmXoxaPBulI/AAAAAAAAAp4/tfraz1D9D34/s1600-h/ZRhd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360946867008027218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SmXoxaPBulI/AAAAAAAAAp4/tfraz1D9D34/s320/ZRhd2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This performance ended late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mum agreed to let me have the night after watching my performance. We then headed off to Mac at Amk Park. Zul did nonsensical acts &amp;amp; it freaked me out, so I had to ask Arep to fetch me home instead. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;What a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-7117919062410127991?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/7117919062410127991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=7117919062410127991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/7117919062410127991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/7117919062410127991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/07/surprise-me-more.html' title='Surprise me more.'/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SmXs0scYGbI/AAAAAAAAAqg/IgYMmFiRhR0/s72-c/IMG-7770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-6143888783991952607</id><published>2009-07-17T22:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:57:29.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't smoke it, I'm fresh right here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359449429353876226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SmCW3EROywI/AAAAAAAAApo/0JYjYLYdi5c/s320/z196944047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's the one for me, &lt;strong&gt;super fly &amp;amp; so sexy&lt;/strong&gt;. Now I'm not sure if I'm applying myself so good on you, but I must say that I'll be checking you out when you roll through my hood. It's his touch, his smile, his swagger, his style I miss. I don't mind if he's out late at night, he's my best friend, I trust him. He's my boo, my man, riding till the end. He's my boy, my friend, got me wearing my best attitude on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking in your eyes, when you're on the other side &amp;amp; I think boy, I have a thing for you. Doing it on purpose, I can tell by the way you're looking at me. She got the trap but I'll set you free. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But what the hell's going on here? I never meant to start a war. You know I never want to hurt you. I guess you better go &amp;amp; get your armor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cause this love is like a battlefield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359455775257851906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SmCcocmo-AI/AAAAAAAAApw/TE779NQcf0s/s320/DSC01741%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I spent time playing most of the online games. Azrul was bored so I came up with the whole idea of playing Rock Paper Scissors with him, &amp;amp; such irony, I lost both rounds! I find the game very stupid too, pfft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thanks to twin, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm craving for more Jon &amp;amp; Kate plus 8!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tomorrow's my performance day. Yaw yaw wee! How awesome can things get, the event will be starting at 6 pm &amp;amp; the dancers are supposed to be there at 9 AM! &lt;strong&gt;Sickening.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But phew I was calmed down when I remembered about Monday's dinner at Sakura w the peeps. Don't be surprised if I gain weight. &lt;em&gt;Uhuhm. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss my bestfriend Arep. It's been a while since I heard him laugh. I miss Fasha &amp;amp; Raa too :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-6143888783991952607?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/6143888783991952607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=6143888783991952607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/6143888783991952607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/6143888783991952607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-smoke-it-im-fresh-right-here.html' title='Don&apos;t smoke it, I&apos;m fresh right here.'/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SmCW3EROywI/AAAAAAAAApo/0JYjYLYdi5c/s72-c/z196944047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-1192646243242262921</id><published>2009-07-14T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:12:04.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlyQ_FOOkLI/AAAAAAAAApQ/h2Gvly6kRz4/s1600-h/Amir+feeling+jambu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358317070072058034" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlyQ_FOOkLI/AAAAAAAAApQ/h2Gvly6kRz4/s320/Amir+feeling+jambu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlyQ-xAJVFI/AAAAAAAAApI/JmclZo58FUQ/s1600-h/DSC01728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358317064644285522" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlyQ-xAJVFI/AAAAAAAAApI/JmclZo58FUQ/s320/DSC01728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Our inspirations for the day; Amir &amp;amp; Reihan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't know what's up with my cousin &amp;amp; Reihan. Okay, basically the NA boys. And don't you think they look cute if ever they're girls? Aww, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY IBU! ((:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She has yet to get her brownie cake &amp;amp; 2 handbags. Currently waiting for everyone to come home. Damn, I love her like greater than the entire universe! And yes she made me cry when I reached class. As in, tears of happiness. Just because of a text from her, &amp;amp; it made me feel like going home &amp;amp; hug her so tight! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yesterday, I had my Malay O lvl oral. Haha. And my temperature was like, 37.7 degrees? Ashraf had the same temperature too. And Reihan was in between us. We weren't even serious while waiting. We giggled, we tried to whisper which eventually turned into a very loud whisper &amp;amp; Mr Koh had to come over &amp;amp; warn us. Haha. We didn't look &lt;em&gt;seventeen.&lt;/em&gt; Okay, maybe the boys. But I had fun taking my temperature, challenging Ashraf &amp;amp; see who's 'hotter'. I was always 0.1 degrees behind him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After that, I went for malay dance.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  Apparently, that, is the reason why I'm having cramps now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; is the best part. As soon as we got ourselves out of school, Erah &amp;amp; me headed to Ashraf's Restaurant opposite. We had our drinks &amp;amp; we were chatting. &lt;strong&gt;Out of the blue&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;there was this &lt;em&gt;mat&lt;/em&gt; who didn't impress me at all, walking up the stairs. &lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt;, somehow, caught my attention, I have no freaking idea why but I quickly turned &amp;amp; continued my conversation with Erah. She, on the other hand, saw &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; too as &lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;was walking towards 7-Eleven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We were talking &amp;amp; talking. Until &lt;em&gt;that guy&lt;/em&gt; came out of the shop. Erah saw him. He walked. He stopped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST&lt;/strong&gt; behind Erah. Obviously I &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; see him, right? I mean, I'm facing Erah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;BUT before anything, I shall make this very clear. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HE&lt;/em&gt; WAS ALONE&lt;/strong&gt;. And &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; was trying to take out a cigg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I thought &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; wanted to ask me for a lighter -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Guy: Nak tanya sikit, you macam pernah nampak ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: Huh?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Guy: Tinggal mana ni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: Hougang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Guy: Tak salah macam pernah kenal ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: Heh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Guy: Block berapa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: Uh, asal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Guy: Tak, pasal orang pun jalan jalan kat Hougang jugak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: Oh. Tak ah, tak kenal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Guy: Tak kenal eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: Ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Guy: Uh, ada handphone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Erah was giggling, &lt;em&gt;from the start&lt;/em&gt;. I then turned to look at our table. I stared at both my handphone &amp;amp; Erah's handphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: Ada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Guy: Kalau ada handphone, mesti ada number kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: *muka irritated* Ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Guy: If you don't mind, boleh pass?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: I mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Guy: Huh, you mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: Yes, I mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Guy: Oh okay lah takpe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: *muka slumber*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then he walked off. MUKA TAK TAU MALU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Erah &amp;amp; me was laughing our ass out the whole journey home. Heh. Poor ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This Saturday ada performaaaaaance! Yeay yeay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-1192646243242262921?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/1192646243242262921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=1192646243242262921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1192646243242262921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1192646243242262921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-inspirations-for-day-amir-reihan.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlyQ_FOOkLI/AAAAAAAAApQ/h2Gvly6kRz4/s72-c/Amir+feeling+jambu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-3331978097551035284</id><published>2009-07-10T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:30:04.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome!</title><content type='html'>Open your iTunes and put it on shuffle. Every answer is a song title.&lt;br /&gt;Topic: LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hating On The Club - Rihanna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His/her first impression of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Flying Solo - Chris Brown.  &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA omg I'm laughing my ass out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first impression of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A Cause Des - Yelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'd you two feel when you met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Birthday Sex - Jeremiah.&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;OH MY GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe the first date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Just Dance - Lady Gaga.&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending the night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;What's Ya Name - Nelly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best time you've had together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Grown &amp;amp; Sexy - Keri Hilson ft Rod.&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Like, whoa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst thing that's happened between you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Stuck With Each Other - Shontelle ft Akon.&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; True.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time kissing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Don't Forget - Demi Lovato.&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Awww (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting his/her parents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;If It Means A Lot To You - A Day To Remember.&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Heh. Whoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The impressions on the parents you made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Dancing In The Moonlight - Toploader.&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Gee :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a fight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Saat Terakhir - ST12.&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Whoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anniversary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Finally Free - Comic Strip.&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Whoops? Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A present he/she gave you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;G Is For Girl - Ciara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to them on a really bad day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Clubbanger - Jay Rock.&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Krazy - Pitbull ft Lil John.&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; Super awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your song together is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;You Belong To Me - Taylor Swift.&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Uhuh. Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Would you fall in love again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Paper Planes - M.I.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Are you serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Shake - Pitbull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Is he/she serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The Freshman - Verve Pipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Do you think everything's fair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I Miss You - The Summer Obsession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;What's love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Stay With Me - Danity Kane.&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;  Aww (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Do you want your ex back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Be With You - Akon.&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;  OKAY I'm really amazed at where this is going!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Do you love someone else? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Because Of You - Ne-yo.&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Have you slept with him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Almost Lover - A Fine Frenzy.&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;What do you like about him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Boyfriend No. 2 - Pleasure P.&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I am very very very very. Shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-3331978097551035284?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/3331978097551035284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=3331978097551035284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/3331978097551035284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/3331978097551035284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/07/awesome.html' title='Awesome!'/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-3684630455360548054</id><published>2009-07-09T22:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:04:01.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356476135483495810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlYGqldZ1YI/AAAAAAAAAo4/4S5h5Sz09eM/s320/DSC01656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlYGq8QenkI/AAAAAAAAApA/sU0uS-kAJyU/s1600-h/DSC01660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356476141603298882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlYGq8QenkI/AAAAAAAAApA/sU0uS-kAJyU/s320/DSC01660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My cat &lt;strong&gt;Chichi&lt;/strong&gt; really taught me something valuable; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Be amazed by everything, every single thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I can assure you, apart from her being the first to greet me at the door everytime I reach home, she'll be the first to run to the toilet if I'm heading towards the kitchen. No matter what, either if I want to grab some food to munch or to wash my hands; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;she'll forever thinks that I'll go to the toilet&lt;/span&gt;. Then she'll run like there's no friction rubbing against her fur &amp;amp; just sometimes, you have to be careful enough to not accidentally push her with your feet because she'll be running in between your legs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But what I'm trying to point out is that, she's really amazed by water. Like generally, &lt;em&gt;water&lt;/em&gt;. Pardon me if this isn't what you were expecting, but she loves to be with me when I'm taking my bath. Then she'll have fun touching the water. Just touching, not more. The next second you know, she's staring inside the toilet bowl. Letting time pass just watching closely if someone tries to flush. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;At least that's exciting to watch (if you're talking about staring at the damn bloody stagnant water of course!)&lt;/span&gt;. As we should all know, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;curiosity kills a cat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I might have to agree with&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Since Mr Leow won't be having our class for Chemistry for the moment, there's another teacher replacing him, Mr Ng. Uhuh, he always has this lame joke he thought it'd be funny. Well, he &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt;. Anyway today, is the second day he's teaching us. And while I was trying so hard to keep sane &amp;amp; focus, he blurted a very very good quote, till Shasha &amp;amp; me stopped &amp;amp; stared at each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"If I were to teach you, I wouldn't teach you this." - Mr Matthew Ng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That, apparently made my every bit of struggle to listen just came crashing down the drain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I laughed, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hard. If only that applies to every stuff your teacher taught you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Then life would be extra awesome!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So now that the DPA thang is currently the 'hot' topic among the graduating classes, I suddenly have to shut down my system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Before I forget though, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;today's been a special day for Sepet as he turns a year older&lt;/span&gt;. 19 years of learning would be sufficient enough for you to be a good young adult. Unlike other unfortunate ones, you've been blessed with undying love from your family &amp;amp; you've been given chances in life. Advantages will always come in &amp;amp; you're bright enough to make your decisions. You face challenges with your fiery soul &amp;amp; '&lt;em&gt;losing&lt;/em&gt;' never come across your beautiful mind. Each day that passes, you're better than yesterday, know that. Search &lt;strong&gt;deep into your soul&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; be the sweetest guy you never imagine you'd be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-3684630455360548054?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/3684630455360548054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=3684630455360548054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/3684630455360548054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/3684630455360548054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-cat-chichi-really-taught-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlYGqldZ1YI/AAAAAAAAAo4/4S5h5Sz09eM/s72-c/DSC01656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-6357091330246265996</id><published>2009-07-06T12:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:05:57.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm currenly using my mobile. And apology goes to Acit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't have to post up a sarcastic comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of everything. I'm out to shop later. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now there's complete silence. Miseries won't kill him anymore. Who needs a man anyway? I'm having bikes, cars &amp; drinks along my way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be extremely fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-6357091330246265996?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/6357091330246265996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=6357091330246265996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/6357091330246265996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/6357091330246265996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-currenly-using-my-mobile.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-8506375321883560334</id><published>2009-07-05T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:09:14.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlC4gv7GiYI/AAAAAAAAAow/p11x8VfNl-U/s1600-h/Untitled5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354982829703203202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlC4gv7GiYI/AAAAAAAAAow/p11x8VfNl-U/s320/Untitled5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlC4gqc6NsI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Z63dvRHHjDk/s1600-h/Untitled4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354982828234389186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlC4gqc6NsI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Z63dvRHHjDk/s320/Untitled4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She really takda kerja tau this girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;For Heaven's sake!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*a little prayer for someone who's a hero today*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-8506375321883560334?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/8506375321883560334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=8506375321883560334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/8506375321883560334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/8506375321883560334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-really-takda-kerja-tau-this-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlC4gv7GiYI/AAAAAAAAAow/p11x8VfNl-U/s72-c/Untitled5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-6915928937110704355</id><published>2009-07-05T11:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:29:44.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlAfUI4q5TI/AAAAAAAAAnw/gKKCjzqpSxQ/s1600-h/DSC01555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354814387786540338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlAfUI4q5TI/AAAAAAAAAnw/gKKCjzqpSxQ/s320/DSC01555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our inspiration of the day; Tara Nurul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354814393823137410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlAfUfX6DoI/AAAAAAAAAn4/YOXUYPZyxe0/s320/DSC01557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This will happen when Cikgu Asnah's not around. It's just natural to be doing this. In her class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just recently, I stumbled upon Acit &amp;amp; we had our talks &amp;amp; all. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It occurred to me that for someone who forgets his/her ex-boyfriend/girlfriend is really a major issue.&lt;/span&gt; Well, it is to me. Have your say, forgetting Acit as my ex-boyfriend made me realise how things were to me back then. I would say I had a thing with Acit, but not really serious. Though somehow I did cry when we broke up. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;And surprisingly I can't even remember him being my ex-boyfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He even thought I had a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;coma &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;or something in the middle. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But he impressed me with his achievements &amp;amp; his strengths. He's a P.E. teacher currently as he's doing attachments, he's in Asia Pacific School of Sports &amp;amp; Business taking his Advance Diploma, he sings &amp;amp; plays the guitar &amp;amp; he could easily grab a grade 6 for his classical in my opinion. And nothing new, he's playing for Tampines Rovers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So anyway, I've not been having enough sleep these few days. It brought to my attention, that the other day when I can't even lay still on the bed. I went to the kitchen &amp;amp; grab myself a Cornetto. Nothing exciting on tv, so I texted my bitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Me: Hey I can't sleeeeep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Erah: Aku faham derita yang kau alami Izah. Aku turut bersedih. Let me be your psychiatrist. What cause you to have these insomnia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Because I can't sleep till he's next to me, no i can't live without him no more. Oooh I stay up till he's next to me, till this house feels like it did before. Feels like insomnia, ahh ah. Feels like insomnia, ahh ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Erah: Kau minum redbull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No I didn't. Don't ask me to buy now, cause it's 2.31am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Erah: I was joking lah giler. Kau tak berbual ngan siapa on the phone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No. Even if I am, it was 45 mins ago. You were asleep right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Erah: Macam mana kau tau aku tidur?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Practically because you didn't have any redbull(s).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then there was silent.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Erah: Haha, sorry late reply. Was on the phone till I forgot about you. Lol sorry. Are you still up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, I was sleeping -.- Zzz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm having an ulcer now. My left side of the tongue. Thanks to Erah, cause she had ulcers. One thing's for sure if she gets it, I have to just prepare for the worst myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh yes, just imagine having malay class with your teacher &amp;amp; she asked you what's the other word for sunat, then the whole class was busy thinking &amp;amp; she finally said, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"Tak kan kau nak bilang potong konek kan?"&lt;/span&gt;. Wooooooooah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I came online very early today. Helmi finds it rare. Haliff sounded sarcastic &amp;amp; joined in stating it's &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; rare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But! &lt;strong&gt;Fyzie&lt;/strong&gt; was up early. And he had his hair botak! Due to NS, yes, he claimed his life's miserable. I have to admit he looks better when he's botak &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(I don't know why I have this thing with handsome botak guys)&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahaha like finally, he's botak! :D And he's been receiving 'compliments' of him being darker. I told him I'd buy him a whitening cream. Yes, if we were to meet up,&lt;em&gt; botak&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I cancelled Accounts tuition two times already. And so much of Acit's "I-have-trouble-in-Accounts". He proved he's better than me in some topics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-6915928937110704355?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/6915928937110704355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=6915928937110704355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/6915928937110704355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/6915928937110704355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-inspiration-of-day-tara-nurul.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlAfUI4q5TI/AAAAAAAAAnw/gKKCjzqpSxQ/s72-c/DSC01555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-1190465864450334801</id><published>2009-07-01T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:11:49.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I find it really hard for me to be elusive. Entangled in a seemingly never-ending debate of love. Though some might just break down &amp;amp; let emotions have the full power to control, I can still find my way through. Be it the pieces are fragmented &amp;amp; scattered all over, the affection is inevitable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Like finally, I start to love Transformers or rather should I say I'm starting to feel comfortable just slouching in the movie theater's comfortable seat with a companion beside &amp;amp; of course, my iced lemon tea. I went to catch&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ghosts of Girlfriends Past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because Sepet has been wanting to watch it ever since he saw the appearance of it at Cathay. I must say, it's really a sweet/romantic/awesome movie. It's really touching. And to Sepet, the whole story is like a reflection of himself. To those who have catched the movie, you'll know. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The guy's a total Casanova &amp;amp; until he knew everything, he discovered the one for him was just in front of him all the while.&lt;/span&gt; Catch it with someone you love, because you might not know if towards the ending, you just want to have a shoulder to cry on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;God damn it, I am very lethargic nowadays. Spending 4 years in secondary school is just the perfect period of time. Because now when it's nearing 5 years I'm in Anderson, I'm starting to feel time is passing by very &amp;amp; I mean, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, slow. Though O levels are just round the corner. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;All the best to whoever's taking their oral tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It is the same old routine. Every Wednesday &amp;amp; Thursday, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Faris&lt;/span&gt; will be at Yishun instead. And I miss him already. He's so very adorable, you just want to kiss &amp;amp; smell every part of him. But not when it's gros caca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SkttPbnB0aI/AAAAAAAAAno/uIeCVLHxYb0/s1600-h/DSC01436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353492693936886178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SkttPbnB0aI/AAAAAAAAAno/uIeCVLHxYb0/s200/DSC01436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And Jeremiah's Birthday Sex song is playing on repeat, I have no idea why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Talking about birthdays! Tomorrow, the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;2nd of July will be a special day for dear Shasha! She turns a year older &amp;amp; that makes her seventeen. &lt;/span&gt;And it makes me&lt;em&gt; still&lt;/em&gt; sixteen. OKAY, zzz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alright, I'm off. Will be doing my Accounts. My bloody Principle of Accounts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So, is there any stars tonight, Sufyan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-1190465864450334801?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/1190465864450334801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=1190465864450334801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1190465864450334801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1190465864450334801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-find-it-really-hard-for-me-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SkttPbnB0aI/AAAAAAAAAno/uIeCVLHxYb0/s72-c/DSC01436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-4784681640677800710</id><published>2009-06-28T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:12:36.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20 WAYS TO MAINTAIN YOUR INSANITY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and point a Hair Dryer At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, Ask If They Want Fries with that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label It "In." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks. Once Everyone Has Gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch To Espresso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. In The Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write "For Sexual Favors" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Finish All Your Sentences With "In Accordance With The Prophecy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Dont Use Any Punctuation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. As Often As Possible, Skip Rather Than Walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Ask People What Sex They Are. Laugh Hysterically After They Answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is "To Go." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. Sing Along At The Opera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. Go To A Poetry Recital And Ask Why The Poems Don't Rhyme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area And Play Tropical Sounds All Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party because You're Not In The Mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. Have Your Co-workers Address You By Your Wrestling Name, Rock Hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream "I Won! I Won!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18. When Leaving The Zoo, Start Running Towards The Parking Lot, Yelling "Run For Your Lives, They're Loose!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19. Tell Your Children Over Dinner. "Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And The Final Way To Keep A Healthy Level Of Insanity....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20. Send This E-mail To Someone To Make Them Smile…It's Called Therapy… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. &lt;strong&gt;That got me laughing (!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay I don't know why. But really, people around me are getting crazier. Maybe it might just be me or something. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Reihan V says:&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt be right?&lt;br /&gt;Izah says:&lt;br /&gt;no you shouldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;trust :)&lt;br /&gt;Reihan V says:&lt;br /&gt;yes maam&lt;br /&gt;i trust u 100%&lt;br /&gt;Izah says:&lt;br /&gt;as in&lt;br /&gt;trust HER selenge&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Reihan V says:&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;ooooo&lt;br /&gt;ok ok&lt;br /&gt;i trust her oso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haliff says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;sry ah&lt;br /&gt;n SHIT MY HAIR SUCKS!!&lt;br /&gt;Zuhri says:&lt;br /&gt;too bad should be shorter..hahah&lt;br /&gt;Haliff says:&lt;br /&gt;my fringe too short&lt;br /&gt;but my top long&lt;br /&gt;sial ah&lt;br /&gt;Izah says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alaa can lah. short hair guys are better looking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haliff says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;br /&gt;Zuhri says:&lt;br /&gt;sooo true like me..&lt;br /&gt;Haliff says:&lt;br /&gt;0.0!!&lt;br /&gt;dats a joke rite?&lt;br /&gt;Zuhri says:&lt;br /&gt;no..&lt;br /&gt;Haliff says:&lt;br /&gt;cmon go see e japan guys ah&lt;br /&gt;hair long nice sia&lt;br /&gt;Zuhri says:&lt;br /&gt;because they sialan hahah&lt;br /&gt;Haliff says:&lt;br /&gt;izah... =(&lt;br /&gt;help me...&lt;br /&gt;Izah says:&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;come come. love guru here.&lt;br /&gt;Haliff says:&lt;br /&gt;she killin me sia&lt;br /&gt;zuhri i knw u wna say smthin sialan so dun say anythin please&lt;br /&gt;Izah says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Zuhri says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking about michael jackson sia...&lt;br /&gt;so random&lt;br /&gt;Izah says:&lt;br /&gt;chill lah. haiyo. you're just SEVENTEEN. according to prophecy, you can be in love later after O's&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Zuhri says:&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;Izah says:&lt;br /&gt;MJ!? Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Zuhri says:&lt;br /&gt;like i heard that from somewhere..&lt;br /&gt;Izah says:&lt;br /&gt;Mariska Hargitay!&lt;br /&gt;Haliff says:&lt;br /&gt;but u see ah&lt;br /&gt;jambu siak&lt;br /&gt;Zuhri says:&lt;br /&gt;????&lt;br /&gt;Haliff says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Izah says:&lt;br /&gt;who jambu?&lt;br /&gt;Zuhri says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Haliff says:&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;nvm&lt;br /&gt;Izah says:&lt;br /&gt;jambu batu.&lt;br /&gt;Zuhri says:&lt;br /&gt;buah jambu..&lt;br /&gt;Izah says:&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly think of durian :S&lt;br /&gt;Zuhri says:&lt;br /&gt;ohh&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Izah says:&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;Haliff says:&lt;br /&gt;wow!!u guys are helpin me alot sia.....&lt;br /&gt;Izah says:&lt;br /&gt;since korang macam sedih sedih people kan :D&lt;br /&gt;Zuhri says:&lt;br /&gt;thanks...&lt;br /&gt;Izah says:&lt;br /&gt;aku kasi joke&lt;br /&gt;uh ape eh...&lt;br /&gt;siapa masuk taxi kena bayar?&lt;br /&gt;EH TAK.&lt;br /&gt;siapa masuk taxi tak kena bayar?&lt;br /&gt;Haliff says:&lt;br /&gt;nenek aku&lt;br /&gt;Zuhri says:&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Izah says:&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;salah.&lt;br /&gt;Zuhri says:&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Haliff says:&lt;br /&gt;siti aisyah&lt;br /&gt;Izah says:&lt;br /&gt;salah.&lt;br /&gt;Zuhri says:&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;Haliff says:&lt;br /&gt;bapak aku?&lt;br /&gt;Izah says:&lt;br /&gt;salah.&lt;br /&gt;Haliff says:&lt;br /&gt;bapak kau?&lt;br /&gt;Izah says:&lt;br /&gt;salah&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;Haliff says:&lt;br /&gt;bapak zuhri?&lt;br /&gt;Izah says:&lt;br /&gt;salah&lt;br /&gt;Zuhri says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Haliff says:&lt;br /&gt;nenek mr ang?&lt;br /&gt;Izah says:&lt;br /&gt;kau dah kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;salah!&lt;br /&gt;Zuhri says:&lt;br /&gt;answer..?&lt;br /&gt;Haliff says:&lt;br /&gt;u better stop me cuz i can go all day long&lt;br /&gt;Izah says:&lt;br /&gt;takda orang. orang masuk taxi tak bayar. orang nak keluar taxi baru bayar&lt;br /&gt;Zuhri says:&lt;br /&gt;lol..hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Izah says:&lt;br /&gt;Haliff says:&lt;br /&gt;huh??&lt;br /&gt;Zuhri says:&lt;br /&gt;slow&lt;br /&gt;Izah says:&lt;br /&gt;always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I start to remember, I have this kind of virus in me. Okay not really virus, let me call it &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Phonesia". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woah, pretty cool.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But anyway, it's &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;the affliction of dialing a phone number &amp;amp; forgetting who you were calling just as they answer&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahaha. This is so freaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And my twin has ulcer when I'm having gum infection! Aww poor thang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know why, but this thing is driving me insane. I somehow want to post this up, heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;30 THINGS GUYS SHOULD KNOW ABOUT GIRLS: written by a guy. after years of experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.Whatever you do, don't just show up at their house...they run around in their underwear just like we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. DON'T CHEAT ON THEM. It may seem foolproof, but girls tell each other everything about everything and anything. Trust me, they will find out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Beware of every single male relative and all guy friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Any of them would kick your ass at the drop of a hat, and a lot of them wouldn't even wait for the damn hat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Never miss an opportunity to tell them they're &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Don't refuse to kiss in front of your friends. If they laugh at you, it's because they're jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. If they slap you hard, you deserved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Don't be afraid to touch them if you want to. If they're going out with you in the first place, it's because they like being in your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. If you don't sleep with them, do not tell your friends that you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8.5. If you DO sleep with them, don't tell your friends that you didn’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. You can be dirty minded in private, really...most of them are not offended by it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Not all of them eat like birds, a lot of them can eat like whales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. Most of them don't mind paying half of everything, but they do discuss these things with their friends. Realize that if you make your girlfriend pay half all the time, everyone will know about it and your friends will know &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;you're a pussy&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11.5 Do you honestly need all your money that much? Be a man, pay all the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. Every girl should eventually get three things from her boyfriend- a stuffed animal, one of his sweatshirts, and a really pretty ring. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Even if it's not a serious relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. Make sure she gets home safely as often as you can. If you're dropping her off, walk her to the door. If you aren't dropping her off, call to be sure she's home safely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. If a guy is bothering her, it is your right to beat the shit out of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15.&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; If you're talking to a female friend of yours, pull your girlfriend closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. Never, ever slap her, even if it's just in a joking way. Even if she swats you first, and says, "Oh, you're so dumb" or something, never make any gestures back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. Go to a chick flick once in a while. She doesn't care whether you enjoy it or not, it just matters that you went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18. You're dead meat if you can't get along with their pets, parents, and best friends. Be prince charming to their friends, Mr. Polite to their parents, and make sure to be nice to their animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19. Don't flirt with their moms...that's just freaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Don't be freaked out by PMS. It's not gross, and it really does make them feel like shit, so be understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;21. If you don't like the way they drive, you do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;22. If you're officially dating, and you're introducing her to your friends, you'd better damn well introduce her as your girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;23. Don't stress where you go for every date. They really only want to be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;24. If they complain that something hurts, rub it for them without being asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;25. Girls are fragile. Even if you're play fighting/wrestling, &lt;em&gt;be very gentle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;26. Memorize their god damn birthdays. You forget her birthday and you're basically screwed for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;27. Don't marinade the cologne, but &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;smell good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;28. Don't give her something stupid for her birthday or Christmas or Valentine's day. It doesn't have to be expensive, but it has to be meaningful. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Jewelry is always nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;29. If you think the relationship isn't going to last, don't wait to find out. It will only hurt you more if you draw it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;30. After you've been dating for a while, realize that they really have started to trust you. When you have a girlfriend who truly trusts you, you have a lot more responsibility, privilege and control than you would think. Be careful with it, most guys would kill for that kind of power, and it can be lost in a nanosecond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-4784681640677800710?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/4784681640677800710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=4784681640677800710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4784681640677800710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4784681640677800710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/06/20-ways-to-maintain-your-insanity-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-5598995060251394180</id><published>2009-06-27T20:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:27:03.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is from &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sepet&lt;/span&gt;. Only &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sepet&lt;/span&gt;. Firstly sorry to all readers. Currently izah's computer broke down and its very sad she cant update her blog, haha!. Recently izah went to tioman and i went to KL. It has been almost a week since we couldnt contact each other. So yea, i bought her a box of chocolate , a shirt and teddy bear. She gave me this one necklace hand-made ( her dad made it) and i find it cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just recently she had a gum infection, awesome. Serve you right,haha! We went to catch Transformers last thursday and it was Super Cool. I like the part where Megan Fox is running, fucking hot! Woooooooh! And then her gum infection got worse. Haiyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i wanted to surprise her. I wanted to cook for her a meal but because of her gum infection my plan was ruined. Instead i cooked some food. Overall, its sweeet because she said so. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;7.14pm 27-Jun-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Izah&lt;/span&gt; ; You've been extra sweet to me today. Just what i wanted. A cute boyfriend. 4months &amp;amp; still counting! (: Love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sepet&lt;/span&gt; ; haha! i love you too. You are everything that i have ever wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute per? Haha! Ok thats all. Will be updating for her. Chowww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-5598995060251394180?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/5598995060251394180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=5598995060251394180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/5598995060251394180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/5598995060251394180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-post-is-from-sepet.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-7087381195848221797</id><published>2009-06-17T13:45:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:18:58.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before im off to KL for 4 days, i just want to say how much i'll miss you. And i'll miss you soo much when im gone. I am going to miss you big time, i tell you that. Actually i've been looking forward to today, but ended up you going out with your parents, for that i understand. For 4 days, you wont be hearing any calls at night asking hows your day and stuffs, and messages from me. It'll all be too quiet for you and me. Sayang, i just hope that you'd take care of yourself and please behave yourself when im gone. And yea, have fun with your holiday at Tioman too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Even though we fought and all, i still love you. I really do. By not saying the 3 words doesnt mean that i dont love you okay. "I loved you yesterday, i love you today and for sure i will love you tomorrow" the phrase that i hold on to. I'll pray for your safety and protection all day. Take good care of yourself ok&lt;/span&gt;, goodbye. I cant wait for the day we'll meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I love you soo much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;" &gt;From&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Sepet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-7087381195848221797?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/7087381195848221797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=7087381195848221797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/7087381195848221797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/7087381195848221797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-before-im-off-to-kl-for-4-days-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-6723173023371594836</id><published>2009-06-11T22:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:30:34.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know I've not been updating my posts all this while. Yes, due to the activities &amp;amp; camps I had, I was too tired to even swtch on the computer. So now, instead of doing my travel declaration form online, I'm recalling the stuffs I did for the past few days. Ahhh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346094278428126706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SjEka-F07fI/AAAAAAAAAng/c8M7og6TzHE/s200/DSC01335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346094271966448610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SjEkamBPi-I/AAAAAAAAAnY/s1SpQ1zF5eM/s200/DSC01333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;6th of June - Happy birthday Sufyaaan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I doubt so he has the looks of a 17 year-old because he's tall &amp;amp; way too abang abang. Anyway, Arep &amp;amp; I decided to surprise Sufyan early in the morning. As early as 8am. Okay come on, he's at Pasir Ris &amp;amp; both of us are from Hougang. 8am is considered early, especially for people like Arep &amp;amp; me of course. I told Arep to wake me up like, 6 plus? But I somehow delayed &amp;amp; got myself separated from my bed at 7.30am. Anyhoo, we reached at his place at 9 I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The night before that, I was so panic when Sufyan texted me saying he's working the next day, which was on his birthday. He told me he has to be at work at 9am &amp;amp; I felt like suffocating myself by smashing my face into the birthday cake. Arep wasn't any different either. He called Sufyan's mum &amp;amp; they had a deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sufyan didn't go for work. He, a person who has trouble waking up late, surprisingly was all cleaned up early in the morning. We entered his house &amp;amp; his mum called him up... AND YOU SHOULD SEE HIS FACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;PRICELESS!!! (Damn it I didn't get a picture of it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;He was in his pink boxers lagi! Bonus!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hah &amp;amp; anyways that was that :) &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Awesome work, Rep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346093824993665042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SjEkAk6oIBI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/2yFYWtPelTI/s200/DSC01339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had Mind Champs Camp on Monday &amp;amp; Tuesday. It was superb! I totally enjoyed myself, the whole of two days. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;At least it keeps me alive during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The picture above, was our lunch. It was Erah's lunch. Heh. She was so happy, she wanted to eat the ayam. But, when she tried cutting it, it was rather impossible. Because as you see, the right ayam, is really ayam. The one next to it, was actually &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;kunyit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh my Goddddddddddddd.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;*inserts Haliff's/Shasha's/my laugh* :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SjEkARunsdI/AAAAAAAAAnI/7H67_DAchMo/s1600-h/DSC01375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346093819843031506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SjEkARunsdI/AAAAAAAAAnI/7H67_DAchMo/s200/DSC01375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346093819111449218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SjEkAPAMooI/AAAAAAAAAnA/T_cfvZg7EzQ/s200/DSC01367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On Wednesday, I spent the whole day with the peeps down at Sentosa. Awesome! Okay I know it's pathetic having Sepet's pictures. But Erah had something up &amp;amp; she deleted ALL of our pictures in her camera. Darn. I was seriously affected by it, emotionally. Ha! &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Hey, me &amp;amp; Erah had our pose by the beach you know :(&lt;/span&gt; Gah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SjEj_yYWesI/AAAAAAAAAm4/9ughVwMGSqE/s1600-h/DSC01377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346093811428129474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SjEj_yYWesI/AAAAAAAAAm4/9ughVwMGSqE/s200/DSC01377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thursday, I went to school to study. Mr Leow texted me the day before &amp;amp; asked me to come down to school cause he wanted to go through some paperwork. Fine, I arrived an hour late anyway. Stayed in the school library till lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then Syah, Rei &amp;amp; me headed to opposite to have our lunch. After that, went back to the library &amp;amp; found out Mr Leow went to the gym -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Met Sepet after that &amp;amp; we went for dinner. Printed some pictures &amp;amp; met Raa. And yes, she went to take her passport sized photo &amp;amp; hell yeah it was long. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Long for a person to take a passport sized photo because she kept on taking &amp;amp; retaking &amp;amp; retaking it again &amp;amp; again &amp;amp; again.&lt;/span&gt; Lucky there was Sepet to keep me entertained. Well, entertained by his "marilah sayang!". You wouldn't know how funny he'll make it sound like.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SjEj_lEdIVI/AAAAAAAAAmw/tqM7FyUyMks/s1600-h/DSC01365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346093807855018322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SjEj_lEdIVI/AAAAAAAAAmw/tqM7FyUyMks/s200/DSC01365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then there came up my best guy friend who shared some of his stuffs with me. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;His whole love drama thing.&lt;/span&gt; Pretty sad when I heard it coming from him actually, because he was this &lt;em&gt;carefree &amp;amp; fun&lt;/em&gt; guy who will try &amp;amp; bully me every nanosecond he possibly could. He has become very matured in his words when it comes to love now, with guidance from every source he searched. He's different from his past, apart from being matured &amp;amp; grown, real love starts to grip him in the heart. For a guy like him, love is what he's hanging on to currently. Because he has faith in the girl. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Or should I say, &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Knowing you're not the person someone loves is definately saddening. I'd say I understand perfectly how he feels, &amp;amp; experiencing breakdowns sooner or later isn't a good sign. Especially when he has to focus more &amp;amp; improve in his studies due to O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;As your best dudette, I'll do my part by being your listening ear &amp;amp; hope to at least ligten up your burden. I wouldn't want to lose the funny/weird/lame/loser in you. You're already like a brother, &amp;amp; hell no I'll let you down just like that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You're awesome before love comes around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe everyone was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-6723173023371594836?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/6723173023371594836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=6723173023371594836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/6723173023371594836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/6723173023371594836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-ive-not-been-updating-my-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SjEka-F07fI/AAAAAAAAAng/c8M7og6TzHE/s72-c/DSC01335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-6773986735907273240</id><published>2009-06-04T02:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T04:36:03.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Siba4ausosI/AAAAAAAAAmA/BYgDarqsCGQ/s1600-h/3277504018_2dd1532e42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343198670704386754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Siba4ausosI/AAAAAAAAAmA/BYgDarqsCGQ/s320/3277504018_2dd1532e42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I start to wonder, when you're still a kid, the word "holiday" still exist in life. Well maybe everyday seems like a holiday to you. Right now right here, this very moment. Even when the June holidays have officially started, I still have to get my ass to school from morning at 8am, till 5pm for revision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But somehow I got to skip today's 1pm to 5pm revision. Just because I headed to NAFA &amp;amp; LaSalle with Reihan, Sha &amp;amp; Yat. Sweet ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And I prefer LaSalle rather than NAFA. Seriously, first impression counts. Just look at NAFA's Campus' buildings. Even if you believe it's somewhat unfair just by judging the building, I have to say that the people down at NAFA, yes, they look arrogant &amp;amp; the person at the counter was very unfriendly. On the other hand, LaSalle's great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amot Amot Amot.&lt;/strong&gt; (Reihan knows this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(Amot's gay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We found this exciting piece in the Fashion Design faculty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Siba35AxcYI/AAAAAAAAAlw/uZBb55M70mM/s1600-h/DSC01294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343198661653393794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Siba35AxcYI/AAAAAAAAAlw/uZBb55M70mM/s320/DSC01294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I find it awesome! :D Buttface. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Though I'm having my downs right now, I think this picture really lightens up my day.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hat's better than looking at your juniors acting silly?&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343198667124369314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Siba4NZJ56I/AAAAAAAAAl4/DWpeGDGBDg4/s320/IMG-6068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-6773986735907273240?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/6773986735907273240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=6773986735907273240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/6773986735907273240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/6773986735907273240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-start-to-wonder-when-youre-still-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/Siba4ausosI/AAAAAAAAAmA/BYgDarqsCGQ/s72-c/3277504018_2dd1532e42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-2148164200128734475</id><published>2009-05-26T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:18:18.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start getting loud, let me hear you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know this is extremely ridiculous. I'm starting to lose everything on Malay. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Serious shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I stumbled upon this amusing fact outside the Chemistry lab at the ground level of my school. Yes I know, 75% of our body is made up of water. Okay that's one fact but the other was: &lt;strong&gt;our brain is made up of 75% water. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay. Well maybe that's yours. Mine is reaching up to 90% water. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My brain's sinking!&lt;/span&gt; O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mr Kamal was stressing us on the short period of time till our final countdown, O's. I was about to cry when he was almost done with his blabber. Really, it sends shiver down my spine everytime you talk about O's. But anyhoo, I'm heading off to NAFA with Reihan this hols. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A diploma in dance, maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ooooookay so June is coming. Holidays, revision, mass revision in school, extra classes, slack. However, apart from it, a birthday surprise wouldn't be much a burden to me. Oh yes! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*winks to Arep*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've been feeling very lethargic nowadays. Must be my feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Towards some things, of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Like how you will stare at me. &lt;em&gt;(Stupid ah. You're giving me a hard time)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nevermind, let's forget about that.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, I'll say love is a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;temporary madness&lt;/span&gt;. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part them. Because this is what love is. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love is not being breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion&lt;/span&gt;. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;art and a fortunate accident&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pure as driven snow, I wait for you to defrost me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think you're amazing. I think you're going to make a girl really happy one day. God knows you made me happy, &amp;amp; all you had to do was send me a song. I could never describe how you made me feel. It took me months to reach this, but here it is. I hope you find everything you're looking for. I hope all your dreams come true. I hope you find someone that's perfect for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You'll probably never see this. But I hope, somehow, right now you're feeling a little better. Even if you don't know why. I send blessings &amp;amp; angels your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is a truth &lt;strong&gt;universally acknowledged&lt;/strong&gt; that when one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacularly to pieces. And I hate it when it starts all over again. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Because even when my skies are grey, your sun rays can't seem to defeat the madness I'm going through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This is shit. I feel like doing my malay, I don't know why. Pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ahahahaaaaaa I can't wait to spend my night with Sepet! And others, hah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*copies Erah* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Let's go emo &amp;amp; laugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-2148164200128734475?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/2148164200128734475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=2148164200128734475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/2148164200128734475'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mariska Hargitay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-2549460181420276383?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/2549460181420276383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=2549460181420276383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/2549460181420276383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/2549460181420276383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-so-going-to-start-all-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-2239632981649375608</id><published>2009-05-19T20:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:57:17.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Get well soon love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny that both of us were sick after school. its funny.&lt;br /&gt;ouh yes, i miss you. :) hoho&lt;br /&gt;To the world you may be one person,&lt;br /&gt;but to one person you may be the world.&lt;br /&gt;byebye love,&lt;br /&gt;Off to rest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;From: Sepet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-2239632981649375608?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-3294797664816525566</id><published>2009-05-17T22:44:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:00:57.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336804830372737970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/ShAjt7X0s7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/LocAVQqvdvk/s320/DSC01181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A day with Sepet made it all better, after what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the misery &amp;amp; fcukshits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Had to leave the breeze of cold air by the beach, &amp;amp; we slept in the bus like nobody's business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yup, the stars were shining when we looked up, shining for us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336805205646013906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/ShAkDxX8ddI/AAAAAAAAAlc/FzazFx1PRj8/s200/DSC01180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lots of love, Sepet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kill me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-3294797664816525566?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/3294797664816525566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=3294797664816525566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/3294797664816525566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/3294797664816525566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-with-sepet-made-it-all-better-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/ShAjt7X0s7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/LocAVQqvdvk/s72-c/DSC01181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-5502974427203110876</id><published>2009-05-14T22:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:25:48.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a final look at ourselves, baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgwzqOE8GOI/AAAAAAAAAlE/nsEpLEzPxvc/s1600-h/w113857222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335696458953529570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgwzqOE8GOI/AAAAAAAAAlE/nsEpLEzPxvc/s320/w113857222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Some people will only realise how important his/her partner is, only when they're gone. They said it's never too late to do anything, &lt;em&gt;but it's always too late to mend things up, when you know he/she doesn't care&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What we had was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt;, that is for sure. But ever since that day, we grew apart. I left you because of anger, because of hatred, because I don't trust you. That was my mistake. And that changed the whole of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Though I thought I would be just fine without you, since my friends kept telling me to forget about you, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;memories of you ran through my mind every time love songs start to play. Love songs you dedicated to me, love songs I dedicated to you. Knowing we're falling apart, it only breaks my heart. I can't move on, cause that will make me forget everything we had. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Instead, I keep coming back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's the problem with me, the past is always a door I forgot to lock. I know you're mad at me, so am I towards myself. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;But baby, can't you see I'm mending things now?&lt;/span&gt; I'm trying my very hard, my very best to make it all like yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Like how sweet your voice sounded on the phone every night. You'll always put a smile on me with every text you sent, with every word you said. How you laughed at me when I came up with something silly, how you tried to control your laughter when you saw me tripped over in the room, how adorable your face would be everytime you tried to make me smile. But most of all, is how we challenged each other day &amp;amp; night, without fail. Remember those times? Yes, I miss that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sticks and stones are hard on bones, aimed with angry art. Words can sting like anything, but silence breaks the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And to add on during the silent treatment between us, the best thing that happened to me was to have dreams about you. People may find it pathetic, but have you ever feel how sad it is losing someone you really want to be with &amp;amp; when you stop contacting him, the sweetest thing to you was that he appeared in your dream, holding your hands &amp;amp; whispered to you he loves you? Have you ever feel that way? Those dreams were close to reality. And isn't it painful for you when you woke up, quickly took your handphone &amp;amp; searched for his text in your inbox. Believing your dream isn't a dream. And it got into me, I felt like sleeping forever, living a life full of bliss in my dreams. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Cause there was you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some things you don't know you miss until, out of nowhere, you have them back, or have them back but all wrong. The way, after a dream, where you've kissed someone who, in real life, you'll never kiss again, maybe you've never kissed at all, you wake up and realize, in the throbbing pit of your stomach, how impossible it is to live without kissing them again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But what about now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You took it &amp;amp; you believed it. You didn't trust me in this don't you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But at least I still get to hear your text tone ring now. We're in contact already, but there's just no spark. And it kills me everytime I know this is reality. A reality I wouldn't want to be in if I had the choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You said you felt like crying after our conversation. Ever wondered how I felt like? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;It hurts me double the pain than it hurts you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know why we all hang on to something we know we're better off letting go. It's like we're scared to lose what we don't even really have. Some of us say we'd rather have that something than absolutely nothing. But the truth is, to have it halfway is &lt;strong&gt;harder&lt;/strong&gt; than not having it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;So what do you do when the person you love is the reason behind all your pain?&lt;/span&gt; When things aren't the same anymore &amp;amp; you constantly see yourself striving to maintain a perfect relationship? When you no longer trust that person because their words &lt;strong&gt;continuously contradict&lt;/strong&gt; their actions? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Have you ever felt this unbearable pain in your chest, but think to yourself that the pain is worth it because in the end you are still with that person?&lt;/span&gt; Whenever they are out, you have a million of ideas just clustered in the back of your mind. You try your best to trust them, but for some reason you just can't. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;You want them to do little sweet meaningful things, but yet they don't.&lt;/span&gt; You find yourself so infatuated with this thing we call "love" that you isolate yourself from everyone &amp;amp; everything you once loved. But in the end, is it really worth all the trouble &amp;amp; sacrifice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't waste your words saying things that we both know aren't true. But I hope you think of me sometimes like I think about you. I wonder if you're happy now, manipulating someone new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's one thing to ask why we broke up, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;have you ever wondered why it is we fall in love?&lt;/span&gt; Can you tell me, do you know what it is you're looking for? What do we need? Can you tell me why I care? How is it that we hear that voice that says, "I want you there"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If one day you realized that I haven't talked to you in a while, it's not because I don't care anymore. It's because you pushed me away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;With much love, hugs &amp;amp; kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;your cat that has yet to reach the 6th floor, turn left then right &amp;amp; in front of your doorstep, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Manja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-5502974427203110876?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/5502974427203110876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=5502974427203110876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/5502974427203110876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/5502974427203110876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/05/have-final-look-at-ourselves-baby.html' title='Have a final look at ourselves, baby.'/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgwzqOE8GOI/AAAAAAAAAlE/nsEpLEzPxvc/s72-c/w113857222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-1225614242561708458</id><published>2009-05-13T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:22:43.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The pictures below you're about to see is none other than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my two babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgmjIAmMZiI/AAAAAAAAAk8/4Pkx84yZJ_s/s1600-h/DSC01068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334974591591540258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgmjIAmMZiI/AAAAAAAAAk8/4Pkx84yZJ_s/s320/DSC01068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;World, this is Kikie. He is, indeed, a very playful kitten (yes, he's still a kitten).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He loves to chase my mum around the house, it totally freaked her out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He can be extremely naughty &amp;amp; he enjoys disturbing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But that very night, he disturbed me too much he got tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So he slept like that (above).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;At the top of the picture, you can see the mother cat, Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgmjILRdBqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/AqvnUc2AJcM/s1600-h/DSC01073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334974594457339554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgmjILRdBqI/AAAAAAAAAk0/AqvnUc2AJcM/s320/DSC01073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is Chichi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She is slightly fatter than Kikie because she just can't stop feeding herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think she got that from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She's not different from Kikie. They're both very playful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But Chichi knows how to trick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She'll purr very softly wanting people to pat her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But trust me, when you do, the next thing you know you'll feel pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Or at least you can have wet kitten's saliva on your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This girl has to see others in misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgmjH6rKfvI/AAAAAAAAAks/-tw-oFEt7JY/s1600-h/DSC01076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334974590001774322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgmjH6rKfvI/AAAAAAAAAks/-tw-oFEt7JY/s320/DSC01076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See what I mean? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As much as she loves her little brother, she still loves to see him in misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When you can't sleep in peace, it's the same as you're in misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's like a fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgmjHo9mskI/AAAAAAAAAkk/jyUbYnROX1U/s1600-h/DSC01078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334974585247281730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgmjHo9mskI/AAAAAAAAAkk/jyUbYnROX1U/s320/DSC01078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She tried waking Kikie up, but he just couldn't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgmjHUIOWiI/AAAAAAAAAkc/oO9AWn5Ys0Q/s1600-h/DSC01079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334974579654679074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgmjHUIOWiI/AAAAAAAAAkc/oO9AWn5Ys0Q/s320/DSC01079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After feeling such a dumbass for being a failure, she gave up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; they slept like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The kittens are super cute. I just can't take my eyes off them. Awww, but mum wants Reihan to quickly get the kittens. Well at least that's what Reihan wants, to have kittens, but on the other hand it's pending because Reihan's mum has second thoughts about it. I know I'm going to miss these two fellas once they're gone :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;They cheered me up when I got home today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On Monday night, yes, I studied my ass off till I burned the midnight oil. I slept at 4am on Tuesday morning. Just because I'm up for Chemistry's paper on Tuesday; but that was what I &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After a week of not going to school, I miss all my crap partners/listeners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss you like fcuk!&lt;/span&gt; (That was what Lavanya said to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So on Tuesday morning, it was the alarm versus me. But apparently the snooze button won! -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was supposed to wake up at 8am but I woke up at 9.20pm instead. Dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was late for paper! Not late late, paper starts at 11am &amp;amp; I was walking up to the hall at what, 10.55am? When I got to the hall, they were already checking the papers. And then there was a delay. I met my form teacher &amp;amp; he was like, "I thought you're not supposed to be in school?". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hello, I just recovered. But that wasn't the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He took me to the Heritage room so I can take my paper peacefully, without 'spreading' my rash since the doctor said it was contagious. After he left, the VP came in &amp;amp; she was surprised to see me in that room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;VP: Oh gosh, why are you here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me: Nah, I just recovered from this rare rash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;VP: Rashes? But then it should be okay already, you should be in the hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me: Oh, it's contagious. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;VP: O.o ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me: Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;VP: Then you should be at home! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She sent me home -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The saddest thing was to look at Shasha smiling when she saw me but then I had to go out of the hall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The saddest thing was I managed to write my name &amp;amp; index no, but then I had to throw it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The saddest thing was I sat at the chair for merely 5 minutes, then I had to pack up &amp;amp; head off to the General Office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The saddest thing was my hopes of meeting my peeps later after the paper shattered when I walked towards the bus stop to get home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today's Math paper 1. &lt;strong&gt;MATH.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MATHEMATICS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Awwww it's like my favourite subject! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haliff&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;izah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZAH&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha yerrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haliff&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;hw r u??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZAH&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;okay lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;did you see me tadi when i was in the hall&lt;br /&gt;lolololololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haliff&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;haha ya&lt;br /&gt;ure as beautiful as ever&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZAH&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;okay tell me how am i supposed to react?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha i know that Haliff,&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;lol! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haliff&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZAH &lt;/strong&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;malu sia semua orang tengok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haliff&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;haha yaya&lt;br /&gt;almost every 1 looked at u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dah baik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZAH&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;yes thank you very much for reminding.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, dah.&lt;br /&gt;but they sent me home anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haliff&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;haha lol&lt;br /&gt;that is funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZAH&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;why is it funny. it's not!&lt;br /&gt;i only sat at the chair for like what, 5 minutes?!&lt;br /&gt;then kena hantar balik -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haliff&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZAH &lt;/strong&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;but i managed to write my name &amp;amp; index number :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haliff&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;they wana make sure dat u wont spread to any1 else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZAH&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;abeh dah tulis name, paper kena buang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haliff&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;haha dapat kosong ah ni??&lt;br /&gt;good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZAH &lt;/strong&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;kosong kan haper. i didn't even look at the qns&lt;br /&gt;Basil told me almost everyone slept after the MCQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haliff&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;haha ya sm did&lt;br /&gt;5/1 semua buat seh&lt;br /&gt;kiter nyer kelas tak kesah&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZAH&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;aiyoyoyoyo.&lt;br /&gt;how gini O levels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haliff&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;ya dats y&lt;br /&gt;i havent buck up yet seh&lt;br /&gt;im wayyyy behind time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZAH &lt;/strong&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;glad you did realise! :D&lt;br /&gt;then still can ask me qns about girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haliff&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;ohh ya....hehe xD&lt;br /&gt;i really duno who to choose&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;i feel like breakin dwn&lt;br /&gt;its either e girl of my dreams or e girl who i've been wid for 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZAH&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;you suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haliff&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;yea great&lt;br /&gt;thank u&lt;br /&gt;u helped a alot&lt;br /&gt;usin jus 2 words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZAH &lt;/strong&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;yes i know :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Haliff changed his personal message to, "Studies or Skateboarding...Which is important?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZAH&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;eh, you should change your PM. "Girls or girls? Which is more important?"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haliff&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;wahh talkin to u only makes me more stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZAH &lt;/strong&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;see, i AM a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haliff&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZAH&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;hmph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haliff&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;i seriously duno seh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZAH&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;i told you to not rush things selenge. you don't seem to follow what i said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haliff&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;n zuhri call me a timer n said dat im pickin up ur habit&lt;br /&gt;haha xD&lt;br /&gt;ya i will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZAH &lt;/strong&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;MY GOD! it means you've got my disease! it's pretty contagious ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haliff&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sha was chatting with me, at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nurisha.&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;zah,u know congruent and similar triangles??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZAH &lt;/strong&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;you were the one who taught me that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nurisha.&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;i know2..just 4get which one is which&lt;br /&gt;you know thers AA test kn?&lt;br /&gt;tht one con or similar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZAH&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;similar if im not wrong&lt;br /&gt;bcos we learned con first. then the first one i didn't heard of AA test. until the second time which we were learning similar.&lt;br /&gt;you don't have the notes ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nurisha.&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;ouhh..okok..aahh..ok,good,u make sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZAH&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;i know i do :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nurisha.&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;i ddindt bring bck the filesss!&lt;br /&gt;stupid kn!&lt;br /&gt;muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;esk come tk??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZAH&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;EEE GILA KAUUUU!&lt;br /&gt;aku tak datang tak datang pun, tetap file aku kat atas meja... buat perhiasan :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nurisha.&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;muaahhaha! haish..biler nk baik zahhh..?????&lt;br /&gt;orng lagi tngh periksa,u strt ur june vacation alr..!&lt;br /&gt;not fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZAH&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;;p HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nurisha.&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;muahahaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the best&lt;/strong&gt; for your mid-years people, muahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sepet paning lalat today. Aww, get well soon honey! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-1225614242561708458?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/1225614242561708458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=1225614242561708458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1225614242561708458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1225614242561708458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/05/pictures-below-youre-about-to-see-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgmjIAmMZiI/AAAAAAAAAk8/4Pkx84yZJ_s/s72-c/DSC01068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-67649113599604444</id><published>2009-05-09T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:20:58.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgmhsLxhO5I/AAAAAAAAAkU/qdPg1znU1lk/s1600-h/reppp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334973014043868050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgmhsLxhO5I/AAAAAAAAAkU/qdPg1znU1lk/s200/reppp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stay strong bestie, you know your friends love you. &amp;amp; yes, I'll be there for ya dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Through thick &amp;amp; thin :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-67649113599604444?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/67649113599604444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=67649113599604444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/67649113599604444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/67649113599604444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/05/stay-strong-bestie-you-know-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgmhsLxhO5I/AAAAAAAAAkU/qdPg1znU1lk/s72-c/reppp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-1781572263560517761</id><published>2009-05-07T22:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:18:37.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgMDJ9ok5oI/AAAAAAAAAkE/-dHI9_3bJfg/s1600-h/160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333109853435258498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgMDJ9ok5oI/AAAAAAAAAkE/-dHI9_3bJfg/s320/160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgMDJiCHOdI/AAAAAAAAAj8/nAsLyLYZANQ/s1600-h/128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333109846026172882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgMDJiCHOdI/AAAAAAAAAj8/nAsLyLYZANQ/s320/128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgMDJdYNFOI/AAAAAAAAAj0/T0_vLtZDOug/s1600-h/073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333109844776654050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgMDJdYNFOI/AAAAAAAAAj0/T0_vLtZDOug/s320/073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgMC12k1FLI/AAAAAAAAAjs/SxsBY1mLz3g/s1600-h/072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333109507943109810" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgMC1Q5tTSI/AAAAAAAAAjU/QjPfRrR1ink/s320/DSC00955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgMC03myPHI/AAAAAAAAAjM/gAGMi7FqRHk/s1600-h/DSC00956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333109491039878258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgMC03myPHI/AAAAAAAAAjM/gAGMi7FqRHk/s320/DSC00956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgL_bAr9NdI/AAAAAAAAAjE/yqQBNvQMaIU/s1600-h/DSC01011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333105748266005970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgL_bAr9NdI/AAAAAAAAAjE/yqQBNvQMaIU/s320/DSC01011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bottomline:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Super glad I met them, after a long long while!&lt;/span&gt; Okay, except for Arep that is, haha! Went to see Abang perform for Malay Arts Fest at Taman Warisan with Erah. Met Hannah &amp;amp; the boys there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes so we were basically going gaga over this one guy who played the bass guitar. He's super cute until we snapped few shots of him. Okay that was my idea. Haha! He looked exactly like Yan! But much cuter. I swear I don't know what I was thinking, but I zoomed in the picture &amp;amp; yucks, he wasn't what I thought he was! Maybe he got me by his moves &amp;amp; all but not his face. Ha! Now, Yan is waaaaay better than him. &lt;strong&gt;Absolutely.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went sheesha with the clan after that. Erah tagged along. Super kecoh although it's like only half of them. I believe it's a last minute plan. But nonetheless, am very happy to meet them. &lt;strong&gt;At last!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So after that I met Arep at Yck &amp;amp; headed home. He was freaking me out, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgL_anJS6DI/AAAAAAAAAi0/65KvVWFI6rg/s1600-h/DSC01022.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333105741409740850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgL_anJS6DI/AAAAAAAAAi0/65KvVWFI6rg/s320/DSC01022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this random piece of paper inside my bag. A drawing of me. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not exactly me, but it's me because it stated so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I bet Reihan was extremely bored during English Paper 2 till he drew this picture with my name below.&lt;/strong&gt; Then he passed it to me after the paper ended -.-" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333105730759802354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgL_Z_eJvfI/AAAAAAAAAik/9cQfqTZ3k7E/s320/DSC01016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333105733887641842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgL_aLH4yPI/AAAAAAAAAis/sUWfmJYgW0s/s320/DSC01014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fariiiiiiiis! Gaha, he enjoyed splashing the water, obviously. See his face! *&lt;em&gt;geram sendiri&lt;/em&gt;* Cuuute! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kakak &amp;amp; Abg Fir asked me out that day. I was actually planning to study the whole of Sunday, but since they asked me out, I cancelled all the studying. Tsk, I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt;, don't nag! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333105746610763138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgL_a6hUNYI/AAAAAAAAAi8/CH26XLw5CYk/s320/DSC01019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reihan surprised me with this during Accounts class! &amp;amp; I find it veryyyy cool. The words, I mean :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So that was the last day I went into the classroom. Worse, the school. Had this rare rash on Tuesday till I had to go to the doctor. Went to Aunt's clinic down at Pasir Ris. Got my 2 days MC. Sepet was worried fcuk bout it. He even made a research on this rash. &lt;em&gt;Awwwwwww&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it got worse on Wednesday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How worse? Just picture me having huge fingers, huge toes. It was all swollen! &amp;amp; my aunty was calling me the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hulk&lt;/span&gt;. Okay. Hahahahahaha I cannot tahan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I went to the Polyclinic instead. All the way I was smsing my girlf Erah because surprisingly, she had the rash too. She was sent home even! They suspected both of us to have HFMD but I believe our mouth are still free from ulcers. Erah got herself injected at her butt. While I got my blood tested &amp;amp; they found out I had some bacteria inside? The doctor was asking me whether I had any scratches &amp;amp; I said no. I lied. I've been having cuts from my cats almost all the time! &amp;amp; yeah they're the reason why I had this thing all over my hands &amp;amp; feet. Urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I smsed my form teacher to inform him I'm unable to sit for Thursday's papers. He was worried &amp;amp; he even asked me to stay at home. Ha! *&lt;em&gt;evil grins&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shasha &amp;amp; Erah was very sweet today to take the trouble to give me my stuffs that were stuffed in the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Erah, unfortunately, can't make it to meet me, so she passed my stuffs to Shasha &amp;amp; Shasha went over to my place. Awww! She taught me Social Studies &amp;amp; also passed my notes. Okay I keep aww-ing while I'm typing. Weird. But anyway, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank you sweethearts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow, I am supposed to go to school!&lt;/strong&gt; BUT, this rash is so irritating, or maybe there's something wrong with my immune system, cause it's not getting better! Damn it, seriously. Haliff was exaggerating in a sense that he was very down when I had this rash. Hahaha okay no, maybe he is worried about me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Haliff says:&lt;br /&gt;ya hope to see u soon also i do miss ya&lt;br /&gt;1 pendek is not enough&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IZAH says:&lt;br /&gt;oit!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;OKAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Haliff says:&lt;br /&gt;me n z n e rest do miss ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IZAH says:&lt;br /&gt;sayang kau ah babi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Haliff says:&lt;br /&gt;babai siol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IZAH says:&lt;br /&gt;it's babi not babai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Haliff says:&lt;br /&gt;babi*&lt;br /&gt;-.-''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IZAH says:&lt;br /&gt;haha k sayang kau seleng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Haliff says:&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IZAH says:&lt;br /&gt;haha go sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haliff says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ape2 ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes, I'm missing Sepet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No, you're not left out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-1781572263560517761?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/1781572263560517761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=1781572263560517761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1781572263560517761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1781572263560517761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-bottomline-super-glad-i-met.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SgMDJ9ok5oI/AAAAAAAAAkE/-dHI9_3bJfg/s72-c/160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-5765856684468064025</id><published>2009-05-01T16:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:18:53.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am seriously disgusted by people who love to assume things, when they don't even have a real hard evidence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Get the picture girl, we're not kissing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Get your facts right girl, I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; single. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This isn't making any sense. What is wrong with having guys in my life when I'm still single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mind you, being flirty is a natural way for a girl to act IF she's interested in the guy, obviously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330802787725249426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SfrQ5EIGi5I/AAAAAAAAAh0/UPV3wXUFRaA/s200/sepet.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sepet is my date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330802783250984850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SfrQ4zdWr5I/AAAAAAAAAhs/Pmes5XMJ8zk/s200/rep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Arep is definately my bestfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The NYP guy I use to go back with.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Any enquiries about other guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-5765856684468064025?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/5765856684468064025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=5765856684468064025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/5765856684468064025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/5765856684468064025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-seriously-disgusted-by-people-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SfrQ5EIGi5I/AAAAAAAAAh0/UPV3wXUFRaA/s72-c/sepet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-3618890511570868827</id><published>2009-05-01T13:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:19:07.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330743534703203330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SfqbAFax1AI/AAAAAAAAAhc/9AHhR3eRs6Q/s320/DSC00839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I had English Paper today! Okay I don't know whether to be happy or sad, but yeah, I'm done with speech &amp;amp; pollution. Sha &amp;amp; me met Ms Sham after that. We had a run through on the upcoming event we're going to be participating in. Frankly, I don't know what event is that called but the Principal's boss' boss, Mrs Yu, will be there. &lt;strong&gt;Unlike the others, I'm honoured to meet her. Even the head of councillors won't be meeting her. I will I will! &lt;/strong&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Met Sepet after that &amp;amp; headed to the library. Surprisingly, he accompanied me &amp;amp; I actually revised my history! Thanks for that, Mister. I know you were bored after reading about your Japan culture book &amp;amp; you were waiting for me to finish my Fidel Castro book. Haha! But damn, I didn't know history was this fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It wasn't long though till I reached home. Sepet was unhappy bout it but I shan't elaborate much. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm getting sick of this&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Unfortunately when I was sleeping on the couch while the TV's on, Ibu shouted at me to get my ass going. She didn't tell me they're having dinner at Furama! I was quite moody at that point of time, but Ibu handed me my towel &amp;amp; I got myself cleaned up. I was dressed all black, with heels on. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pretty classy&lt;/span&gt;, I thought. We celebrated Aisar's 7th birthday cum Mother's Day. Oh, &amp;amp; I heard they're going out to Seoul Garden on Mother's Day. Dammit lah, I am so out of that category. Glad Sister is now part of it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Went home &amp;amp; terus lepak. Sepet called me but I had to hang up halfway because Ibu left the whole cake in the car &amp;amp; I had to accompany her to the carpark. She was in her pyjamas &amp;amp; I was still in black but now with slippers. While walking up the stairs, we stumbled upon our neighbour, I believe, &amp;amp; he was super.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;panas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330743540081512930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SfqbAZdEUeI/AAAAAAAAAhk/SLBPuu8Ci8k/s320/DSC00840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AISAR! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I woke up just before my phone rang. Pretty surprising, my girlf called. I was panicky at that time, cause I thought I should be the one calling her or at least text her before she leaves Singapore but it's the opposite. So I picked up the phone &amp;amp; she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Erah: Hey I got bad news...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me: Oh my, what bad news?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Erah: I'm not going, my plane's cancelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh God. I swear at that point of time I was really wide awake. Like, okay, it's very very surprising to know that her plane's cancelled. What more, we didn't get to perform for tomorrow's Malay Arts Festival because Erah can't make it &amp;amp; we had this "all for one, one for all" spirit. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Erah certainly was down that day when her parents disapproved her of performing for tomorrow, but I bet she was super upset today when she can't even attend both. Well babyg, it's not entirely your fault. Besides, we don't blame you about the whole thing. As much as we want to perform, we know it won't be fun without you. What's done is done. I hope to meet ya tomorrow, bring your camera along! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I was rushing out of my bedroom to meet Ibu till I remembered she had to go to Nanny's house. So I had breakfast with my kitties &amp;amp; the mother cat, ha! Thanks to Bro who brought back some pizzas yesterdaaaay, yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, I can't wait for later. Having dinner at Bedok &amp;amp; then to bowlingggg! *dances*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-3618890511570868827?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/3618890511570868827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=3618890511570868827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/3618890511570868827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/3618890511570868827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/05/thursday-i-had-english-paper-today-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SfqbAFax1AI/AAAAAAAAAhc/9AHhR3eRs6Q/s72-c/DSC00839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-7135379876906997211</id><published>2009-04-27T21:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:19:22.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329363765749497810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SfW0G9hWP9I/AAAAAAAAAhU/NFHg3g8zBNM/s320/DSC00831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Erah was overjoyed about her new MP3 Shahril bought for her. Ha! It's super cute. It's MICKEY, what do you expectttt. I heard Fasha will get one too. Pfffft. *stays calm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hannah came to school showing off her new Levi's yellow watch.&lt;/strong&gt; Bloody hell. Haha yes you know I've been cursing about that. I eyed that watch ever since I saw it on Seventeen's mag. Fauzi bought for her that for her 16th birthday which will be this coming 30th April. Nvmd Izah, there's still Swatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.swatch.com/us_en/watches/ss2009_neonstreams.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Swatch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended the meeting with the malay dancers &amp;amp; Cikgu. It seems like we got $1,000 &amp;amp; we can't decide on what to do with the money. We did put aside $250 for donation. For the rest of the money, Zul suggested we go to Batam (&lt;em&gt;just because he can buy lots of keropok there&lt;/em&gt;) but Cikgu said going out of the country is a no-no thing. What the hellllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday! I doubt so we can perform for the Malay Arts Festival thing at Taman Warisan. *looks at Erah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's okay, one for all, all for one&lt;/em&gt;. But I'll still be there to watch the other performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sweltering heat is enough to kill me slowly. I felt like putting in a mini fan in my blouse. Ha! Mampos, tak senonoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh okay, I just remembered. I was walking home alone from the 88 bus stop &amp;amp; my music was at full blast. I was basically enjoying the beat of the music, till this one Chinese man around his 30s approached me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Man: Hello, can I know where is block 969?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Uhh. &lt;em&gt;*thinks hard*&lt;/em&gt; Nah, sorry, don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Man: But you live here what, you should know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Sorry but I just moved in here so I don't know all the blocks.&lt;em&gt; *smiles*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Man: Aiyo how long you moved in here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;*why the hell must he ask sia?*&lt;/em&gt; Uhhh, 1 month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Man: Ohhhh. Aiya, this layout ah not good one. All the blocks jumbled up! I from Amk then come here lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Ah ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Man: Not good you know. I went Houg Ave 8 ah, wah piang, lost already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Ah ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Man: Aiyoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;*trying to walk away*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Man: You really don't know ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Ya, duh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Man: Ah. Where you schooling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Ahhhhhh, Amk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Man: Oh what's your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Zah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Man: Oh okay. You want to exchange numbers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Uh sorry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Man: We can be friends. Can exchange numbers not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Of course not, sorry. &lt;em&gt;*walks away*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Man: Or you want me to give you my contact?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Eee no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Man: You want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Don't want lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Man: Oh okay okay loh. Thank you ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;*walks away, for the third time*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stalker.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The not-knowing-the-block is very true. Although it might be years of staying here, I still don't get where the blocks are. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;What an incident to end my day. Sepet &amp;amp; Yan laughed at me for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I couldn't imagine if Arep were to go home with me today. Confirm he's going to entertain that stalker.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.4km run is on tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt; Laugh at me if I did well. Heh! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the day: "Your almari macam bom nak meletup! Tabley tahan!" - Ibu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-7135379876906997211?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/7135379876906997211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=7135379876906997211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/7135379876906997211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/7135379876906997211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/04/erah-was-overjoyed-about-her-new-mp3.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SfW0G9hWP9I/AAAAAAAAAhU/NFHg3g8zBNM/s72-c/DSC00831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-3333328946158983071</id><published>2009-04-26T23:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:45:29.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329022539409403090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SfR9w-WMLNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/6hLGcxJh-xc/s320/DSC00802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl: *perspiring*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Boy: *stares at girl*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl: Whaaaaat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Boy: Nah nothing. You're beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepet fetched me from Nanny's house &amp;amp; since I wanted to go to Tamp 1, we went there straight. It was super hot &amp;amp; we were both perspiring. Sepet macam hot gitu kan. Ha! Yeah yeah. So anyway, we walked around. It was the first bloody time, Sepet &amp;amp; me had a tour. We went to Tamp 1, then to Tamp Mall, then Century Sq (&lt;em&gt;because I complained I wanted to eat but we didn't in the end -.-&lt;/em&gt;). After that, we walked back to Tamp Mall to have a mini lunch together. Why is it a mini lunch? Cause I don't want to be fully bloated cause Ibu is meeting me after that. Also Sepet didn't want to have his proper meal. So we ended up sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepet was telling me about Amira &amp;amp; I swear it tickles me. "Pictures can be deceiving!" Haha okaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't control it anymore. We rushed out of Long John (&lt;em&gt;since it was freaking cold!&lt;/em&gt;) &amp;amp; headed to Times at Tamp 1, AGAIN. We were practically waiting for Ibu to arrive. She was pretty random. While she was busy waiting for a carpark, she rang me up &amp;amp; complained about the whole jam thing that was going on. Then she hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Random gila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Ibu arrived, Sepet went home. Selenger, don't want to join. Pfft. Ibu took me to Secret Recipe &amp;amp; we had our dinner there. The picture above, was my dinner. Ha! I plucked up my courage &amp;amp; tried something new. Something I didn't get to eat when I was little (&lt;em&gt;I think&lt;/em&gt;). Ha! Secret Recipe's Kid's Meal! LOL. &amp;amp; I had my hot chocolate :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SfR9xLBadQI/AAAAAAAAAhE/8cyT4ru0AO4/s1600-h/DSC00803.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329022542811919618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SfR9xLBadQI/AAAAAAAAAhE/8cyT4ru0AO4/s320/DSC00803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke up in the morning dreaming about Sepet. &amp;amp; his family. Lol. It's pretty long. But the whole thing was I had dinner with his family. Random. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sepet then told his mum about the dream. &amp;amp; his mum was like, "&lt;em&gt;Itu tanda tanda kena jumpa tu&lt;/em&gt;". Yes, but not till you get your bike, Mister. After Sepet had his breakfast with Mum &amp;amp; the rest, Sepet met me under my block. We photocopied Sha's Math paper &amp;amp; bought Ibu's bread &amp;amp; my Kinder Joy! Sad, I got the pinky dinosaur again. So I gave Sepet that toy. Just look at the photo, he was admiring that toy when I took pictures of him. He admired it for more than 5 minutes. &lt;em&gt;Cuteass.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;He sent me home after that. Then I was eating in front of the TV when Ibu (&lt;em&gt;she's at home!&lt;/em&gt;) rang me up &amp;amp; asked me to go to her room. I seriously don't know what's got into her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;After telling me the whole story, she pleaded me to accompany her to go Geylang, &amp;amp; I agreed. Went there till like 7 plus then we got home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;When she parked her car at the multi-storey carpark, I came across this car next to ours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329022546195986050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SfR9xXoPNoI/AAAAAAAAAhM/nuozCxs1AeM/s320/DSC00819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Super cuuuuuuute!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-3333328946158983071?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/3333328946158983071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=3333328946158983071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/3333328946158983071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/3333328946158983071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/04/saturday-girl-perspiring-boy-stares-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SfR9w-WMLNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/6hLGcxJh-xc/s72-c/DSC00802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-3791852304942175461</id><published>2009-04-22T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:46:14.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seeing someone staring at you isn't something I would want. Knowing that someone roll their eyes everytime they see you is very irritating. Very. The cold war has been intensively affecting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I'm trying to get the hang of it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having cramps all over, especially my hands &amp;amp; my tummy. Thanks to the 5 stations of the Physical Fitness test we had yesterday. Though on the bright side, I had 5 points for Sit Up, Pull Up &amp;amp; Shuttle Run, while I scored 4 points for Sit &amp;amp; Reach &amp;amp; Standing Broad Jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;em&gt;sucks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bloody irritated I can't score 5 points for Standing Broad Jump. Like what, 180cm? Bloody hell. 5 points is &gt;186. Merepek merepek merepek merepek! Sit &amp;amp; Reach is predicted, I won't ever get a perfect 5 for it anyway. So now, the only thing left is my 2.4 run. I hate that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erah was my hairstylist for today &amp;amp; she did a great job I must say. Ah &amp;amp; she was overjoyed about her new line. Ha! So now I have another 'Unlimited SMS' friend besides Yan. See see, (Yan) I changed your name, eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yan should call me soon. Cause I miss you, selenger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Arep is super himbo. Okay not that it's really his fault but I have to stress on his selenger-ness.&lt;br /&gt;Telling someone to be at the block you guys usually meet is different from you telling that someone to meet up &amp;amp; then you yourself waited at a different block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Arep selenger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Syafiq for the short accompany. At least it got rid of my tiredness waiting for Arep. Then miracle happened! Syafiq spotted Arep. Wow! *applauds*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn&lt;/em&gt; you Arep. I just can't get over it laaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had our talk. He told me about her. He told me about his another her &amp;amp; so on. His life is pretty much interesting, but nothing compared to mine. Ha! He should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Kinder Joy with Lavanya &amp;amp; Shasha. Was extremely happy when I got my other pet, Rhino, a partner! Ha! I know it might sound crazy collecting these stuffs but I can't help it. It's like an addiction for me, both the toy &amp;amp; the chocolate. Aaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yan must buy me one though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, I must congratulate everyone in Anderson's Performing Arts for achieving at least a Gold award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Band - Gold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malay Dance - Gold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choir - Gold w Honours &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drama - Gold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese Dance - Gold w Honours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; I felt like posting this up. Lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What the gesture means...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Holding Hands; We definitely like each other.&lt;br /&gt;-Slap on the butt; That's mine.&lt;br /&gt;-Holding on tight; I don't want to let go.&lt;br /&gt;-Looking into each other's eyes; liking each other.&lt;br /&gt;-Playing with the hair; Tell me you love me.&lt;br /&gt;-Arms around the waist; I like you too much to let go.&lt;br /&gt;-Laughing while kissing; I am completely comfortable with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-3791852304942175461?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/3791852304942175461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=3791852304942175461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/3791852304942175461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/3791852304942175461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/04/seeing-someone-staring-at-you-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-1487708679618809894</id><published>2009-04-18T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:43:11.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being a final year student in Anderson, yesterday's Speech Day was the last performance I had as a Malay dancer.&lt;/strong&gt; It was rather sad, after 4 years dedicating this heart to it, it has to come to an end. The dancers gave their best shot yesterday. They look gorgeous with their make-ups, very elegant in their costumes. I must say, as the head leader in the team, our dancers really shine on the stage. Much much better than how we did for SYF, in fact. Yes it sounded ironic, but I prefer yesterday's performance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Since some of us are not going to be leading you guys in the future, I hope Anderson's Malay Dance keep up the reputation. Put all your heart in it, flaunt &amp;amp; prove people wrong. That's what I need you guys to remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I assume the whole thing ended pretty late compared to the schedule given. After the performance, the dancers were busy packing their things while Erah &amp;amp; me were busy snapping pictures. We can't help it, seriously. Whenever there's a camera, it's hard to part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So we went to the toilet, eventually, &amp;amp; I removed my lipstick. Called Abang &amp;amp; asked him if dinner is on him. After much consideration, he told us to meet at the other Mac in Amk, near the library. When we walked out of the school, Abang was actually flagging a cab. I was so damn irritated, the fact that he took a cab there &amp;amp; we had to walk! He even rang me up when we're walking  &amp;amp; asked us if we know where's the place. Like oh my God, Abang. We've been walking around the streets of Ang Mo Kio for the past years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We were sweating when we reached there. So there was me, Erah, Hannah, Hafiz, Hairi, Abang Zairin, Abang Din, Bada, Kakak &amp;amp; some others I can't really remember their names. Erah &amp;amp; me took their orders &amp;amp; we headed to the counter with Abang. Hell yeah I got my Double Chocolate &amp;amp; my Oreo Cheesecake! Haha. The rest had their meals. We really had fun. I think we were the noisiest group sitting there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; just coincidentally, Erah &amp;amp; me met our Vice Principal. Where? In the Woman's toilet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a place to meet your Vice Principal. Heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;At 10pm, we walked out of Macs. Erah &amp;amp; Hairi took a cab with Abang Din as they were heading towards Woodlands &amp;amp; Yishun. Since it was pretty late, Abang gave me 10 bucks for my cab ride. Super cool. Plus, I was damn tired. Thanks ah Abang. Hannah &amp;amp; Hafiz left me after I got into the cab. Bada was with Abang all the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gerek gila!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Will upload the pics soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Reached home &amp;amp; slept straight. I remembered Sepet calling me in the middle of the night, but I swear I can't remember what I said. I was sleeping when we were on the phone. Okay I am so very sorry about that. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When I woke up in the morning, saw Fyan's text. I replied him back, wasn't really expecting a reply from him back as it was seriously early for a Saturday. But he did. Okaaay. Then he gave me a long long text. I read it, &amp;amp; since you said you're not going to beat around the bush, I shall do it too. For me, after reading the whole thing, it really made me have a second thought about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; that &lt;em&gt;sucks&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I really miss you.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After that, I wanted to reply Nisa, but then I don't know how it happened, I fell asleep but I did send a text to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It said, "Sorry, I wadfjh slsdg".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eheheh. Sorry, I was sleeping :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-1487708679618809894?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/1487708679618809894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=1487708679618809894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1487708679618809894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/1487708679618809894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-final-year-student-in-anderson.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-3935964043057071850</id><published>2009-04-11T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:33:19.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You should read this. Hahahaha. Got it from Erah's cousin's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had a gd laugh reading thru some of this cheesy Muslim pick up lines. I thought i'll share it here wit everyone :) Cheesy but at least Creative hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. OH MY GOSH! I just saw part of your hair, now you're obliged to marry me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Our parents engaged us when we were little, they must have forgotten to tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. I'd like to be more than just your brother in Islam. (I LIKE!!! hahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. To watch you pray is a sin of its own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Will my platinum VISA cover your dowry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. You can't play basketball with a jilbab on, marry me, and we will go one-on-one our entire life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Muslims are supposed to have many children, and I am willing to do my part...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Will you help the cause of the Ummah by helping me fulfill my deen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Wanna pray in jamaat? shoulder to shoulder, feet to feet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. Assalamu alaikum, so what time does a hur al-ayn (beautiful person from Jannah) like you have to be back in paradise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11. What school of thought do you follow because I thought about you all through school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12. Can I have your wali's phone number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13. So, read any good Surahs lately? (khekhekhe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14. Do you believe in the hereafter? Oh you do? Then you know what I'm hereafter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16. Lets get married so I dont have to lower my gaze everytime you walk in the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17. Didn't we meet when I went on Hajj/fought Jihad/ on the day we testified Allah was our lord?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;18. I've had to fast every day since the day that I first saw you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;19. It must be Laylatul Qadr. Because that's the night that angels come down from Heaven. (cheeesssyyyyyy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20. Sister, is your hijab naturally blonde?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;21. You remind me of the Ka'aba. I can walk around you all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;22. That Noor on your face really brings out your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;23. Do you work for Al-Qaeda? Because you've just abducted my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;24. Your father must be Osama Bin Laden, because you're da BOMB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;25. Are your feet tired? Because you've been performing Tawaaf in my mind all day long? (!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;26. You remind me of the Ka'aba. I can walk around you all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;27. Would you like to help me wake up for Fajr?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;28. Are you a Shiite? Because when I saw you, I said to myself, "She aiight".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;29. I thought the "Hoor al-Ayn" only lived in Jannah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;30. That hijab really compliments your eyes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;31. Do you wanna date? I bought a box full when I went to Madinah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;32. Girl, you fine. I see praying five times a day has paid off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;33. That's a nice burka. Can I talk you out of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;34. I must have died a shaheed and gone to heaven because you are my 72 virgins all in one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;35. I need to break my fast. Can I have a date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;36. I didnt trip over my thobe, I fell for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;37. Can I have ur number so I can wake you up for fajr?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;38. I know Halal meat does a body good, but damn, how much you been eatin'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;39. Would you like to share my prayer-mat? (khekhekhe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;40. *Looks around girls hijab* "sorry, I was looking for the made in jannah tag"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;41. You can be the queeen of my Hurs anyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;42. After seeing you, the first thing I said was Mash'Allah. The next was Inshallah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;43. Just say out loud - MASHA'ALLAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;44. My name is BlackSeed, I do the body good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;45. Is it me or is it getting a lil halal in here? (hahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;46. I'm not sure of the Nikah process. Can you help me through it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;47. I just made dua for YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;48. Do u remember me?...from the alam al-arwah (9th heaven - where the spirit of the person lives on ever since the first creation of the person in purely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;49. You are the reason why hijab was mandated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;50. Have your ammi call my ammi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;51. You're so beautiful, even hur al-ayn would be jealous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;52. I dont need mahr...YOU are my mahr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;53. I'm one of the few guys to get a hur al-ayn not only in the Next Life but in this one as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;54. You are the coolness of my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;55. I love the way your Abaya flows when you walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;56. If i become a shaheed i will get 72 of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;57. So.. Where is your Wali?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;58. Nice ankles. Very nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;59. I'm not staring, I'm just enjoying my first and only allowed look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;60. Your face shines with so much nur that it could launch a thousand (Jihadi) ships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;61. Sister, you are a hijabi fitnah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;62. I'm new here, can you take me to the closest masjid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;63. Allah created everyone in pairs, so what are you doing, single? (!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;64. Wow, are you a decendent of Yusuf (as)??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;65. You shine with so much nur that you could light up a room..in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;66. You make me realise why we're asked to lower our gaze so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;67. Your feet made me lower my gaze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;68. Praise be to Allah, who created you so beautifully full of nur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things are going smooth now.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;*tepuk dahi*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heh :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh yeah, Anderson got Gold for SYF '09 Mly Dance. Congrats people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-3935964043057071850?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/3935964043057071850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=3935964043057071850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/3935964043057071850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/3935964043057071850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-should-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-6505809701604306793</id><published>2009-04-05T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:37:32.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes ah, my dedication appeared on 987. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All the best dancers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-6505809701604306793?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/6505809701604306793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=6505809701604306793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/6505809701604306793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/6505809701604306793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-ah-my-dedication-appeared-on-987.html' title=''/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-4268162833477294003</id><published>2009-04-05T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:08:49.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance, dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saturday was super fun as we went to Beatty Sec for dance. It's not an ordinary practice, we &amp;amp; other 9 schools got together &amp;amp; in other words, showed our Syf dance. It's really cool. I mean, it was the first time we participated in this kind of event. Meeting other schools really is an eye opener for us to do better. We had a few schools doing contemp dance &amp;amp; they're super good, like NJC, Yio Chu Kang Sec &amp;amp; Zhonghua Sec. Congratulations to those whom I mentioned. The others had their flaws too, &amp;amp; they're pretty good themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As for us Andersonians, I think we really put in a lot of effort especially these few days of training. Even though Friday is supposed to be a short day, the dancers were willing to stay back &amp;amp; brush up on their steps. No words can describe everything. &lt;strong&gt;From all the backstage humour, to all the bruises we suffered.&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks a lot, dancers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trust me, even if we don't get what we expected, I must really thank you guys for all the hardwork you put in.&lt;/strong&gt; You girls changed Cikgu's perspective &amp;amp; made her really satisfied. You guys smiled your way through. You people won the crowd yesterday. So tomorrow's the only time to shine on stage, with spotlights on you. Smile for the whole 5 minutes, dance like it's your last dance. Be confident throughout, dance gracefully. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We've been trained for the past 5 months to create this 5 minutes dance a successful one, the one which will bring glory to every one of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sepet&lt;/span&gt;, I think there's no words to explain this feeling here. Thanks for all that you did, for sure you've been my eye candy&lt;em&gt;. I'll be waiting for tomorrow (:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pictures are uploaded below. Captions related to picture on top of it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pardon for our faces, dance was tiring!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2989191344426005331-4268162833477294003?l=notesformyscandal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/feeds/4268162833477294003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2989191344426005331&amp;postID=4268162833477294003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4268162833477294003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2989191344426005331/posts/default/4268162833477294003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notesformyscandal.blogspot.com/2009/04/dance-dance.html' title='Dance, dance!'/><author><name>Elyza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04800423776024778547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SlB7dgCEFSI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sUQ9_t5Trec/S220/DSC01655%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2989191344426005331.post-8959087414568155881</id><published>2009-04-05T18:41:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:08:14.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SdiQdlusK-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/H58cC5mARxI/s1600-h/P4044716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321161797756791778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SdiQdlusK-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/H58cC5mARxI/s320/P4044716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SdiQUJ3SxGI/AAAAAAAAAgs/7ipK2b-APqE/s1600-h/P4044720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321161635657860194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SdiQUJ3SxGI/AAAAAAAAAgs/7ipK2b-APqE/s320/P4044720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ex president '07 &amp;amp; '08; Aqilaaaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SdiQT9V9KFI/AAAAAAAAAgk/PvrII0bQEWw/s1600-h/P4044721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321161632296806482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SdiQT9V9KFI/AAAAAAAAAgk/PvrII0bQEWw/s320/P4044721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hannah seriously can't resist her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SdiQTnV8yOI/AAAAAAAAAgc/i6VjOHcXxp8/s1600-h/P4044724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321161626391202018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SdiQTnV8yOI/AAAAAAAAAgc/i6VjOHcXxp8/s320/P4044724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Zul: "Hairi Gay Egyptian!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SdiQTgQhMOI/AAAAAAAAAgU/H7onszZBOJQ/s1600-h/P4044726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321161624489373922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fU5MYWq9x5o/SdiQTgQhMOI/AAAAAAAAAgU/H7onszZBOJQ/s320/P4044726.JPG" bor
