<?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-180690227663761276</id><updated>2011-11-25T07:06:26.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Strong for Too Long</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></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-180690227663761276.post-1721243577532131399</id><published>2011-02-24T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T17:25:25.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up, Giving up</title><content type='html'>I thought I had it all figured out. I thought wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens now? Where do I go from here? I'm not saying I'm not glad I'm done with school, but Time was so cruel to pass by so quick I did not even have the time to figure out what am I supposed to do now that school's over. Suddenly, school's just over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to make big decisions. I never make big decisions. The last time I did, I-shall-not-talk-about-it-let's-skip-this-part but Papa fixed it, no I did not fix anything. I'm so used to having Papa telling me where to go after this, after that, and all I did was just follow. I'm never the one determinining how something should be done, even when it comes to Zainee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how? Do I continue my studies? Do I work? Do I do nothing? Or even anything even? I secretly wish Papa will say,"Olin, here you go. Apply for this university, it's very good. I pay" Or for Zainee to say, "You stay home, let me work" FINE I get it, I have to work I need to work but nonetheless, feed me will you! Tell me stuffs like "I got you the job" something, anything. Show me a sign, a lil speck of light, I promise I'll see it this time but you gotta guide me there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I just don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Both my man just left me hanging. Aimless &amp; lost :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-1721243577532131399?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1721243577532131399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=1721243577532131399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1721243577532131399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1721243577532131399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/growing-up-giving-up.html' title='Growing up, Giving up'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-6933904495012712282</id><published>2011-01-27T07:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T08:42:28.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things you just don't question</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me/2008/09/day-you-read-this.html"&gt;The day you read this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning, Good people :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm curled up like a ball in Zainee's tanktop and buried under my blankets SMILINGGGGGGGGG. Smiling because for the first time in my life, I spent alot of my money not on myself HAHAHA but on people I love. Smiling because Zainee's a schoolboy now. Smiling because I can smell Mama cooking kway teow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yknow how sometimes you work so hard for something and nothing turns out right and when you finally give up, things just start falling into place. I'm not saying giving up is good, but I think when it comes to this you just have to let it happen naturally and all by itself. &amp; that's when you start to learn that most of the time, no all the time in fact, it's all really up to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-6933904495012712282?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6933904495012712282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=6933904495012712282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/6933904495012712282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/6933904495012712282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/some-things-you-just-dont-question.html' title='Some things you just don&apos;t question'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-7139761094478076959</id><published>2011-01-24T17:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T13:42:15.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operationally Ready Something-that-starts-with-D</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/TT5iK9l_3uI/AAAAAAAACZg/V2V7VjpZU7k/s400/IMG_0153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565994129948663522" /&gt;Hello Cool iPhone App&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how far we've come. Zainee has finally lifted the weight of NS off his back and so have I. My boyfriend's a free man now, and he has his Pink IC. Alhamdulillah, it was not easy hell no it wasn't but everytime when we're at the brink of giving up we always think of all the good times we've had and it does help conquer everything else, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time you enlisted and I tried my best to hold back my tears and still cried anyway&lt;br /&gt;Remember the 5am good morning messages&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the nights out and how we'd still never fail to meet even if it meant just 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;Remember Brunei&lt;br /&gt;Remember Taiwan&lt;br /&gt;Remember National Day Parade 2009 and all the weekends burnt&lt;br /&gt;Remember missing your 20th Birthday &amp; my 18th Birthday &lt;br /&gt;Remember counting down to 2010 on the phone because you were at SAFTI&lt;br /&gt;Remember you leaving on the 5th day of Hari Raya&lt;br /&gt;Remember IPPT gold and marksmen&lt;br /&gt;Remember booking in/booking out&lt;br /&gt;Remember your first outfield, I cried and cried because I was so scared you won't come back&lt;br /&gt;Remember your classic NS phone with awesome flashlight&lt;br /&gt;Remember the times I stayed up all night with you to accompany you otp while you had guard duty&lt;br /&gt;Remember the accident you had when you were about to meet me from camp &lt;br /&gt;Remember bus 67 and how I'd fetch you every book out back when you had no bike&lt;br /&gt;Remember SAFTI at Jurong and I came down with food even if it meant only seeing you for 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Remember the last month of NS and how everyday you had reherseal parade&lt;br /&gt;Remember your ORD function and how I managed to spot you first in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Remember the last day of NS and how you came by my place immediately after&lt;br /&gt;Remember the whole 2 years we've conquered &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought 2 years ago, I was sending you to Camp tears welling up in my eyes and my heart just kept telling me I won't survive, we won't survive. 2 years later, look where we are. Nobody said it was going to be easy but still, we managed didn't we. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/TT5cw__d3cI/AAAAAAAACZY/NsvJKl4FRwo/s400/PA020120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565988186357620162" /&gt;ORD PARADE! One down, and many many more to go :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/TT5cwofBsrI/AAAAAAAACZQ/GOphiium0bI/s400/DW7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565988180047540914" /&gt;The couple who wore gortex (correct me if i'm wrong) and mine was knee-length and we don't give a damn because you look just as stupid as me and so did I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/TT5cwW0OFxI/AAAAAAAACZI/1I15vzzm7mg/s400/P5050152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565988175304595218" /&gt;Taiwan! Which was during my attachment and my 18th Birthday and I cried and cried and cried and cried because I missed you so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/TT5cvxJJF5I/AAAAAAAACY4/aNSMp7KvtIs/s400/Photo0060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565988165191800722" /&gt;A day before you enlisted, I made sure I had gazillion pictures of you so I don't end up missing you too much. But I still did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-7139761094478076959?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7139761094478076959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=7139761094478076959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7139761094478076959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7139761094478076959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/operationally-ready-something-that.html' title='Operationally Ready Something-that-starts-with-D'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/TT5iK9l_3uI/AAAAAAAACZg/V2V7VjpZU7k/s72-c/IMG_0153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-4385768355290671637</id><published>2010-10-12T00:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T01:48:40.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; it'll steal all your innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/TLNNRqpw3QI/AAAAAAAACYs/PThkdAo2Lx0/s400/Picture0070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526846133616303362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/TLNNQ5-DKJI/AAAAAAAACYk/QeCY3LI3mk8/s400/P8100037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526846120548051090" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma wallow myself in self pity because everyone's asleep and reflect on things I should not have done but have and things I should have done but didn't. I hate how my sentences will run so long everytime I start thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not sad. I just think it's the(my) time of the year where you take time to do some self-reflecton and try your best to undo the bad. Which, most of the time, you can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to end this post happy. I am happy, I know this. The reason I'm like this is because I'm happy. Everyone's pleasing me but I'm pleasing nobody. People have to stop being nice to me. Zaini has to stop pampering me all the time. Papa has to stop giving me all the money. Mama has to learn to scold me sometimes. Ernie should stop always looking out for me. Siti should stop being so generous with her hugs and kisses. My friends should stop letting me blatantly speak my mind all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm selfish. I've been a very very selfish girl. I hate being selfish. I want to die and go to heaven. I hope heaven wants me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. My name is Nur Edlin Effendi &amp; I'm on a mission. I'm on a mission to start giving Love and not just keep taking Love. Please, will you help me :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-4385768355290671637?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4385768355290671637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=4385768355290671637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/4385768355290671637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/4385768355290671637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/itll-steal-all-your-innocence.html' title='&amp; it&apos;ll steal all your innocence'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/TLNNRqpw3QI/AAAAAAAACYs/PThkdAo2Lx0/s72-c/Picture0070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-3862299550923577969</id><published>2010-10-07T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T13:40:30.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, It goes on</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/TK1dHQNgEII/AAAAAAAACYU/P6aXQGcIV_s/s400/P8170062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525174697045528706" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling the truth isn't always good, but lying isn't always bad. If telling the truth makes someone feel bad, lying can be good. Good things can come from lying, bad things from the truth...although sometimes telling part of the truth is the same thing as telling a lie. - Chasing Liberty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-3862299550923577969?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3862299550923577969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=3862299550923577969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/3862299550923577969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/3862299550923577969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-goes-on.html' title='So, It goes on'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/TK1dHQNgEII/AAAAAAAACYU/P6aXQGcIV_s/s72-c/P8170062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-2938159266349215450</id><published>2010-10-07T11:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T11:29:05.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously, don't bother reading</title><content type='html'>Nobody's asking me to be so transparent &amp; I'm not obliged to write everything on this space. But I shall... (cause I'm cool like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'VE FINALLY COMPLETED MY 6 MONTHS ATTACHMENT. &amp; Truth be told, I do not like the Hotel line. I love the people, I love the environment but I cannot stand the hours for nuts. &amp; most of the time, our weekends are burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm having a 2 and a half months holidays, fucking awesome. I don't want to work, yes I still haven't come to my senses yet. So I sit home and bum. Sleep, something I'm very good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm left with 4 freaking awesome months of school ! I'm so excited and happy, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayz, this is getting extremely boring and aimless. All you gotta know is my life hasn't change much, really, I'm still with Zaini, alhamdulillah. Siti still eats alot and refuses to study. Nobody I know became President. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a really good news would be Alhamdulillah My mum's going to perform her pilgrimage :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-2938159266349215450?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2938159266349215450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=2938159266349215450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/2938159266349215450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/2938159266349215450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/seriously-dont-bother-reading.html' title='Seriously, don&apos;t bother reading'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-1557528758838529415</id><published>2010-09-19T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:23:16.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/TJYcZ9seqAI/AAAAAAAACYE/dqrNw29WJmE/s400/P8170037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518629625772550146" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either I'm busy or just plain lazy. Most of the time, it's lazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DRUMROLLS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight, is the night. I got my finger muscles to do some stretching and I'm all good to post a proper entry. Ooops I strained my muscle. TILL NEXT TIME, ADIOS !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-1557528758838529415?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1557528758838529415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=1557528758838529415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1557528758838529415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1557528758838529415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/TJYcZ9seqAI/AAAAAAAACYE/dqrNw29WJmE/s72-c/P8170037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-5144379309271166190</id><published>2010-05-25T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T21:13:45.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beautiful Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/S_vM6j_8egI/AAAAAAAACX0/aGgNxsTuOrw/s400/Love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475195078466894338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All it took was just, "Baby!" &amp; Whoopedoo! I am a Happy Kiddo &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-5144379309271166190?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5144379309271166190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=5144379309271166190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/5144379309271166190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/5144379309271166190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-beautiful-surprise.html' title='My Beautiful Surprise'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/S_vM6j_8egI/AAAAAAAACX0/aGgNxsTuOrw/s72-c/Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-2722339366629185997</id><published>2010-05-25T09:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T09:57:52.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the whole world to see</title><content type='html'>As I was just about to type out all the text messages I've received for the past few days, I received an email. It isn't an important email, at all. But important enough to change my decisions of what to post today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I might have wanted to fight fire with fire. To let the whole world see the truth behind all the lies. What you think you know is not what you really know, and you might think you know but you really you don't. What I wanted to do was simply to bash my keyboard with all the text messages I've received and replied and probably drop a tear or two with hot air steaming out my ears, but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Contemplation&lt;br /&gt;When we feel love and kindness toward others, it not only makes others feel loved and cared for, but it helps us also to develop inner happiness and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   --  The 14th Dalai Lama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't powerful enough and it might not even apply to the context, but it is enough to change my mind. To shut my eyes, whisper a prayer and forgive. May you be blessed with eternal happiness and everlasing love towards each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sets you apart from me is nothing, so why do what you do and say what you say? I'm happy, and so are you. You are happy, aren't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-2722339366629185997?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2722339366629185997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=2722339366629185997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/2722339366629185997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/2722339366629185997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-whole-world-to-see.html' title='For the whole world to see'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-5334627064424672029</id><published>2010-05-12T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T11:06:07.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damaged at best</title><content type='html'>It's like when you are excited about a girl and you see a couple holding hands, and you feel so happy for them. And other times you see the same couple, and they make you so mad. And all you want is to always feel happy for them because you know that if you do, then it means that you're happy, too. - Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of being a Wallflower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In simple terms, I miss you so much Muhammad Ruzaini :'(&lt;br /&gt;&amp; if you choose to not come home soon, I'll soon evaporate away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-5334627064424672029?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5334627064424672029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=5334627064424672029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/5334627064424672029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/5334627064424672029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/damaged-at-best.html' title='Damaged at best'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-6653285892333366854</id><published>2010-04-25T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:28:21.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OVERXZXZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs106.snc1/4787_95621128469_546403469_1899545_2045571_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs106.snc1/4787_95621128469_546403469_1899545_2045571_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE LAUGH-LEE.&lt;br /&gt;SOTOBOMB, ERNXZ, ZAINI. fit in work and a lil bit of sleep. perfection. no, not really. almost, perfection. best i can get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, thats all. and, don't wait. cause i don't promise regular updates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA MACAM PAHAM. THIS IS ERNIE. AND I AM SO AWESOME. I HAVE BEEN GIVEN THE PRIVILEGE TO ACCESS HER ACCT AND POST FOR HER. ACTION SUPERSTAR LIKE THAT, SECRETARY UPDATE THE FANSITE. OK JOKING. I AM SO LAME. HI, MEET ERNIE. THIS IS WHAT EDLIN SUFFERS WITH EVERYDAY OF HER LIFE BUT YET CANT SEEM TO BE ABLE TO LIVE WITHOUT. WOOWOOWOOO. WE HAVE PILLOW FIGHTS ON A REGULAR BASIS AND WE COULD VERY WELL STAR IN AMERICAN PIE (OK NO KIDDING WE DECENT_GALXZ101 BODOH). I MAKE ZAINI JEALOUS...IM VERY SURE. NO, ACTUALLY NOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok dah enough. bye. if you've gone this far, please do not hesitate to pat yourself in the back and say well done and buy yourself a lolly in the name of ernie. (wah i damn omgwtfbbq lame ah)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-6653285892333366854?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6653285892333366854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=6653285892333366854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/6653285892333366854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/6653285892333366854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/overxzxz.html' title='OVERXZXZ'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-8890815364902535017</id><published>2010-03-26T12:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T12:04:12.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's not change &amp; stay the same</title><content type='html'>This is gonna be super belated but I think I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/S6wqUZ7RNUI/AAAAAAAACXs/J2zw4Y-k0wU/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452779778884056386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;SELAMAT PENGATIN BARU, FILZA &amp; ZAI&lt;br /&gt;TILL DEATH DO YOU PART &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been pretty long since I last went to a malay wedding ceremony. I swear I didn't think I'd cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched the groom and the Bride's Dad sitting beside, I just couldn't help myself. I was tearing crazy and Zaini was so sweet to stand by me and constantly stroking my back to calm me down. The thought of one leaving her family ESPECIALLY her parents to be with the groom, it breaks my heart. I know what I'm feeling is wrong and marriage is a good thing I know it's a bloody good thing. But to just see the look on the Dad's face, Idk why. I cannot help it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, Zaini brought me to play swing cause he knew I was so disturbed. &amp; YES I WAS. Marriage was a cruel thing. How can anybody leave her family after all the years and live a man. I might get hate tags for saying all this. But I told Zaini no way am I getting married, I'll just be in a relationship with him but I want to live with my parents. I don't care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate growing up and I don't want to grow up. I REFUSE TO GROW UP. I want to have Papa texting me I love you and take care of yourself every once in a while. To have Mama telling me that I must always take care of myself and making me feel so special. To have Zaini pat my head when I do something good or buy me sweets when I behave for the day. I don't want to be responsible, I don't want to be matured, I DON'T WANT TO BE INDEPENDENT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like today already ah thanks. Kayz bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-8890815364902535017?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8890815364902535017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=8890815364902535017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/8890815364902535017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/8890815364902535017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-not-change-stay-same.html' title='Let&apos;s not change &amp; stay the same'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/S6wqUZ7RNUI/AAAAAAAACXs/J2zw4Y-k0wU/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-5285249634609764530</id><published>2010-02-17T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:47:28.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/S3v4bw9lK1I/AAAAAAAACWA/g3eBPqP5pPw/s400/P2090543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439214130863352658" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't much of a post, but I'll try (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy 21st Birthday, Muhammad Ruzaini Khairil A&lt;/b&gt; I haven't got much to give, but all I have is real sincere Love straight from me heart to pour all over you. Every minute and second of each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, I know the first person I wanna hear from is you. &amp; Every night, the last person I wannna hear from is you too. Things don't grow old, things stay the same everytime I'm with you. What was yesterday's joke is still today's joke, and even the year after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only guy willing to wake 6 in the morning to meet me cause I have a sudden feeling to eat Macs/Lontong. To text me a Good Morning text message every single every single every single day you're in Camp, at 5am sharp for almost a year now. To wake up to my call at 3am cause I feel like peeing and needs company to the toilet, even after you're dead exhausted. To sing me a lullaby just so I can sleep, even when you're having a bad sore throat. To speed all the way to CCK, even when you're running a 40 degrees high fever. To just love me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been the best girlfriend. I've got a tear duct enough to cause a tsunami, and I've cried because my anus hurts cause I shit too much that day. I've got irrational emotional breakdown just cause I watch PS I Love You and disallows you to ride the bike for the day for fear that you might die and leave me. I talk to much, never listens and always always always think I'm right. Most of the time, I'm not and you'll still put up with me, give in, and always will end up saying, "Yes my dear, my baby's always right" I've got crazy high expectations of you all the time and asks for way too much. &amp; You are, by far, the Only Soul I've seen willing to put thru with my antics. You are my Guardian Angel &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You save me from every trouble I'm in. You keep me happy when I'm sad. You make me laugh even when I'm crazy angry. You make me feel like all my imperfections are perfect. &amp; you, Ruzaini, have never ever ever fail to love me best &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Ruzaini Khairil A. Turning 21 is a big step, and you have been the best Boyfriend, Bestfriend, Lover, Listener and Greatest Punching Bag ever. Please continue to pull me hard when I cry even when I push you away all the time, I'm just trying to be funny. I still love it, even when I get stronger by day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the mini celebration my family had for you made you happy. I haven't got much to give, but I'm willing to do anything (even exercise, or even 1000 skipping per day) for you if you want to. &amp; that smile, It's the most crazy insane cutest charming thing I've ever seen. Please don't stop smiling, you have got the greatest smile ever. I love you, Superman :P (&amp; Johny Bravo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO HAVE KIDS ENOUGH FOR A SOCCER TEAM WITH YOU. I WANNA HAVE A WHOLE CLASS OF GRANDCHILDRENS. I WANT TO MAKE YOUR TIE EVERY MORNING. I WANT A KISS ON MY FOREHEAD AND SALAM YOU BEFORE YOU LEAVE FOR WORK. I WANT TO COOK A BIG BIG POT SO WE CAN SHARE FOOD WITH YOUR MUM AND DAD. I WANT TO PULL ALL YOUR WHITE HAIR AND DRINK MILK YOU WHEN OUR BONES STARTS SHRINKING. I WANT TO LOVE YOU 20 YEARS LATER JUST LIKE HOW I LOVE YOU NOW, MAYBE MORE. I WANT TO NAG AT YOU EVERY MORNING FOR DIGGING YOUR NOSE IN PUBLIC USING YOUR THUMB. I WANT TO PICK YOUR TEETH UNTIL THE DAY YOU'VE GOT NO MORE TEETH. I, NUR EDLIN EFFENDI, WANNA GROW OLD WITH YOU, MUHAMMAD RUZAINI. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY, BOYFRIEND #1&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/S3v4ctC7FaI/AAAAAAAACWI/wDIW8m0Ru_A/s400/P2090549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439214146991887778" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-5285249634609764530?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5285249634609764530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=5285249634609764530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/5285249634609764530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/5285249634609764530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/turning-21.html' title='Turning 21'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/S3v4bw9lK1I/AAAAAAAACWA/g3eBPqP5pPw/s72-c/P2090543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-217739649269815247</id><published>2010-02-14T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:26:28.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spread some Love (:</title><content type='html'>I have this sudden crave to blog so I thought, why not? Zaini's really on his way here and I'm still on bed, still smelly. Zaini will kick me later, I'm sure. But he'll just say thank you cause then he can watch Ben 10. Soooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Examination's are over ! After what felt like forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm posted to IBIS Hotel Singapore under Accor Hospitality for 4 months Alhamdulillah. Another month at Grand Mercure, and another at Novotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm doing Reservations Dept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Zaini just turned 21 and I haven't posted a proper post yet, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've only got 2 more weeks of holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bitch and I are contemplating on putting up a blogshop, cause we're really tight in cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent one whole week with Zaini fetching me to and from from school. Dozing off at the couch while I try my best to remember all the definitions. And lotsa lotsa caffeine and coke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it's Valentine's day. We're thinking of doing what we do best, and we haven't done for a long time. Hit the beach, and bask under the sun ! We don't usually celebrate haha, but yeah it's just like any other day. Just that it'll be filled with more couples around and it'll totally make my day seeing so many sweet couples and girls with bouquet. Zaini thinks I'm sucha loser cause I kepo-kepo share their happiness, but who cares. Though I'd never want to be the girl who walks around with a bouquet, but I love watching them. I don't like the attraction that I'd attract hahaha, cause everyone will be looking at you with the bouquet. And girl's like me will be smiling from ear to ear like I know those girls w their bouquet. They must feel awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day y'all ! &lt;br /&gt;What you do, it's pretty amazing &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-217739649269815247?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/217739649269815247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=217739649269815247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/217739649269815247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/217739649269815247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/spread-some-love.html' title='Spread some Love (:'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-671590310331777542</id><published>2010-02-06T14:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:23:03.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Sucks Ah ! (hahaha)</title><content type='html'>CAN I PLEASE NOT STUDY :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where my Ruzaini at? It's a weekend, but he still in Camp. Benci ah NS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-671590310331777542?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/671590310331777542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=671590310331777542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/671590310331777542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/671590310331777542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/study-sucks-ah-hahaha.html' title='Study Sucks Ah ! (hahaha)'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-2774302473748561796</id><published>2010-02-03T11:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T11:32:48.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Resoure Management</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;PERFORMANCE MANAGEMENT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERFORMANCE APPRAISAL &lt;/CENTEr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-2774302473748561796?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2774302473748561796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=2774302473748561796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/2774302473748561796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/2774302473748561796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/human-resoure-management.html' title='Human Resoure Management'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-8455536158601656286</id><published>2010-02-02T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:31:48.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding on your back, screaming to good ol' songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/S2fvFMOc9-I/AAAAAAAACVw/eWUKkl1TGQM/s400/P1300516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433574347906021346" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My man, my really really old man's turning 21 soon. Alhamdulillah, I still get to celebrate this birthday with you. Even though the timing's really not good, esp since I'm having a MICE paper on the day and 4 more papers on each consecutive days, IT'S OKAY. Like you've said, as long as we're side by side, it'd be fine. It's be so perfect. I haven't done any planning this year, and I don't know if there will be a plan even in the first place. Even if there is, it'll be super belated. I hope you read this, so you'd be crushed HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I'm kidding. Insyallah I'll come up with something alright, Love &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/S2fvGJYEyMI/AAAAAAAACV4/X8wDdc7tMOs/s400/P1300529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433574364320942274" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a million for bringing me to ECP to take a breeze before I start on my revision. Love it whenever you take note of all this little things to keep me happy. Of course I needed the beach, how else can I start focusing and revising ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; to everything else that's happening, I know we'll pull thru. We'll figure it out just like how we did the year before. Just this year this time, in 2010, it's Secret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-8455536158601656286?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8455536158601656286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=8455536158601656286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/8455536158601656286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/8455536158601656286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/singing-to-good-ol-songs.html' title='Riding on your back, screaming to good ol&apos; songs'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/S2fvFMOc9-I/AAAAAAAACVw/eWUKkl1TGQM/s72-c/P1300516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-6388027086294527134</id><published>2010-01-28T10:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T10:43:31.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy over GLEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/S2D5xT1b7MI/AAAAAAAACVo/4RQgZOSFU8Y/s400/tumblr_ktwpydqoyR1qzsp24o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431615776142126274" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finn: I don't know how to say this, but it touched something in me. Right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Your heart is on the other side of your chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finn: It's beating really hard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when Zaini did it and I cannot stop laughing to myself until today. But it didn't ruin the moment, it made it more special. So please remember guys, your heart is on your left chest, not your right (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-6388027086294527134?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6388027086294527134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=6388027086294527134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/6388027086294527134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/6388027086294527134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-times.html' title='Crazy over GLEE'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/S2D5xT1b7MI/AAAAAAAACVo/4RQgZOSFU8Y/s72-c/tumblr_ktwpydqoyR1qzsp24o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-5027463950217735260</id><published>2010-01-20T11:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:42:42.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very typical Edlin day</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I should be getting ready to go to school for D&amp;A right now. But, not something new, I'm still at home trynna figure out whether or not to go. There'll be a hotel visit after, and I have to go for that one. So the theory is, If I have to go for the visit, I might as well go for class. &amp; then, evil-me will argue saying But it's too late and half an hour is impossible to reach NYP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, comes Genius Edlin. I'll not go for class. I'll start on D&amp;A proj right now. And I'll go to school for the visit. So I have 2 hours for D&amp;A. Despite not going for class, I'll still be learning about D&amp;A. I'm so smart hehehehe. THIS IS A FULL OF SHIT IDIOTIC SUPER DUPER SPASTIC THEORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get started, muacks &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-5027463950217735260?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5027463950217735260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=5027463950217735260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/5027463950217735260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/5027463950217735260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/very-typical-edlin-day.html' title='Very typical Edlin day'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-8339253422935550316</id><published>2010-01-17T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:25:01.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When heaven sent you</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you this is the most beautiful way to kickstart 2010, having Boyfriend for a whole week to myself. I couldn't ask for more (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/S1MKuQoZCmI/AAAAAAAACVg/wJKzI-vvEU0/s400/Swings_by_kerrikuklinski.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427693765766220386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing swing our nights away, having priceless H2H talk just you and me. Swinging over, Swinging sideways, Swinging circles. 2009, we searched high and low for a swing and thought Sembawang was the nearest only to realise Woodlands has one directly across our favourite takraw court. Who cares if my butt was hurting swinging for hours, as long as I'm around you I don't care. The world is ours &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/S1MKt8a_uFI/AAAAAAAACVY/povBuQ_px70/s400/Kite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427693760341325906" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends was totally cool, fly kite so high so high up up above. A lil tiff cause I got pissed I can't do my project cause I'm stuck and he refused to help but busy playing Fishing &amp; Tap Tap but all fine's all's cool. Left the place by evening and we we we we flew the kite for the whole saturday evening till 12 midnight. Our kite flew sky high for a close 2 hours with the super sexy light stick, so all we could see up in the sky was a yellow light. Wicked cool, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is definitely not enough and we got burnt on Sunday after yet again, I whined about how Idk how to rephrase the report and he helped me like for less than 5 minutes and continued with Fishing Flick thingy while I burst my brain trynna finish MICE asap before we went kite flying again. This time we didn't last, cause we got tired what with the scorching heat from the sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/S1MKtegFC4I/AAAAAAAACVQ/WjWMO7QoYCE/s400/PA120028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427693752309582722" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On most weekdays, time with my favourite takraw boyzz &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;While I'm on the floor researching on the net (loser me), everyone else will be screaming for the ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't matter that schoolwork's amounting, that project's breathing down me neck. Cause all this will be done in almost a split second when you're around. Macam physical inspiration like that, coolioz. &amp; it would have been better w/o all the school work cause it'll means more time but it's kayz. All's cool, Mat cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-8339253422935550316?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8339253422935550316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=8339253422935550316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/8339253422935550316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/8339253422935550316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-heaven-sent-you.html' title='When heaven sent you'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/S1MKuQoZCmI/AAAAAAAACVg/wJKzI-vvEU0/s72-c/Swings_by_kerrikuklinski.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-6918320604022134242</id><published>2010-01-02T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T15:11:13.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's goooooooooooooooood</title><content type='html'>Ive got my ups and downs but I thank everyone for making 2009 a hell of a ride and something so wonderful and meaningful. I won't be back, for quite some time, but I'm goooood (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-6918320604022134242?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6918320604022134242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=6918320604022134242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/6918320604022134242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/6918320604022134242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/lifes-goooooooooooooooood.html' title='Life&apos;s goooooooooooooooood'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-7753865767342650776</id><published>2009-12-20T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:22:29.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm super bored right now &amp; Zaini's asleep and all there is on TV is some bull show. There'll be no paragraphinf cause I don't really know how to using my iTouch. I had an awesome weekend cause this time, Zaini decided we spend more time alone together so we went to Kranji, Sembawang and the long reservoir by BP and had really nice conversations about growing old together and thinking about how sweet every old couple is, the kind that lasted since WW1, thru WW2, the drought and all disasters. Can I pretty please kiss you now Daddyo? You keep making me fall in love with you over and over again everytime I see you. Pretty amazing how you do it. This feeling never grows old does it but grow old with me will ya. Kayz paragraph too long already &amp; Zaini's mum makes awesome Nasi Lemak and the satay we had over at Nenek's was marvellous. Oh what love does to people :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-7753865767342650776?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7753865767342650776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=7753865767342650776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7753865767342650776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7753865767342650776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-super-bored-right-now-zainis-asleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-4576247702964838030</id><published>2009-12-17T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:56:31.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye for now until we meet again, School</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Syo3Z5HwmyI/AAAAAAAACVI/3PRF6BwjSrI/s400/11146_218872719176_648399176_3096422_3380748_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416202419836066594" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally's Spa, Wedding Lite, Claire's Bar, Cooking Lite by day &amp; Tap Tap Revenge 2, 3, Lady Gaga by night. Finally, Unblock Me in between train rides. I've got my whole 2 weeks holiday planned out. Awesome life I'm living (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I pretty please not study for Human Resource Management. If you wanna fire an employee, just fire please. I don't care all about the hierachy and management can. OH ME DEAR DEAR GOSH 20% EDLIN 20% EDLIN :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-4576247702964838030?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4576247702964838030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=4576247702964838030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/4576247702964838030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/4576247702964838030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-for-now-until-we-meet-again.html' title='Goodbye for now until we meet again, School'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Syo3Z5HwmyI/AAAAAAAACVI/3PRF6BwjSrI/s72-c/11146_218872719176_648399176_3096422_3380748_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-1710607102133887035</id><published>2009-12-14T17:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:06:19.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love before anything, Real before everything</title><content type='html'>As much as I'm really tempted to give my blogskin a change what more with my tagboard down, I think it's wiser to focus on me projects first. Zaini's been teaching me on the importance of prioritizing, and I'm goooooood (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just leave it till the holidays, shall we? Insyallah I'll find time. But just so yknow, I'm having a hell of a time more often than not with good people surrounding me almost every single minute and second of me life. Me is likey this so much please. Kayz, back to work. Layterz, peepozz &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-1710607102133887035?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1710607102133887035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=1710607102133887035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1710607102133887035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1710607102133887035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-before-anything-real-before.html' title='Love before anything, Real before everything'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-11920178149520702</id><published>2009-12-11T05:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T05:02:36.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CBOX</title><content type='html'>My tagboard's expired, will fix when I've got the time alright. Really busy with Projects, Quizzes and Assesments. Thanks Massy Muacks Muacks for telling &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-11920178149520702?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/11920178149520702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=11920178149520702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/11920178149520702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/11920178149520702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/cbox.html' title='CBOX'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-8523342805910170009</id><published>2009-12-11T02:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T02:22:53.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till we piss in our pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SyE45qGay5I/AAAAAAAACVA/ehdm02RN40Y/s400/16541_1274445453598_1003799793_30866605_7801708_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413670790280956818" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Hayes: I wanna marry you because you're the first person I wanna look at when I wake up in the morning, and the only one I wanna kiss goodnight. Because the first time that I saw these hands, I couldn't imagine not being able to hold them. But mainly, when you love someone as much as I love you, getting married is the only thing left to do. So, will you, um, marry me? - Definitely, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to grow old with you. I just hope you'll still love me when I start pissing on the bed every night. Cause I'll still love you even if the lines on your forehead grow so deep or if your head turns squeeky clean bald. It's all part of the plan isn't it, to grow old with you &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-8523342805910170009?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8523342805910170009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=8523342805910170009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/8523342805910170009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/8523342805910170009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/till-we-piss-in-our-pants.html' title='Till we piss in our pants'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SyE45qGay5I/AAAAAAAACVA/ehdm02RN40Y/s72-c/16541_1274445453598_1003799793_30866605_7801708_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-540296527684778358</id><published>2009-12-07T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:12:47.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally figured it all out</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Sxvi202UFfI/AAAAAAAACU4/0WFfxPTdPe4/s400/PC030275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412168808743048690" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;OL type="I"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;&lt;b&gt;NYP Blood Donation Drive.&lt;/b&gt;Our first and hopefully not the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;&lt;B&gt;Food Glorious Food.&lt;/b&gt; JP's kebab &amp; hotplate. Fish &amp; Chips. Cookie Frappe. Ice Horlick(!) Hot chocolate. Lemon Chicken Rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;&lt;b&gt;ELFZZ Outing.&lt;/b&gt; Massive sheesha &amp; Henderson Wave w lotsa lotsa laughters and fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;Muhammad Ruzaini Khairil A.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; He who made the whole week so god damn perfect. I love you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/OL&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-540296527684778358?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/540296527684778358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=540296527684778358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/540296527684778358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/540296527684778358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-finally-figured-it-all-out.html' title='I finally figured it all out'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Sxvi202UFfI/AAAAAAAACU4/0WFfxPTdPe4/s72-c/PC030275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-7979962268686733209</id><published>2009-11-25T06:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T06:16:24.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Y)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SwxZn4CBtQI/AAAAAAAACUw/6lxTiiRn7NE/s400/PA150143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407795794155779330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it makes me terribly sad, that everyone doesn’t just fall in love once and stay in love. Wouldn’t it be nice? Curled up inside each other like sleeping kittens. And I think even if you do find that person, that 100% perfect other, you still change, both of you, and hopefully the changes still allow you to stay in love, those two new people just as compatible as the people you were when you met and fell in love. - &lt;b&gt;I Heart Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family had breakfast at Bedok Corner 4 in the morning. Prata cheese egg for breakfast, yum yumzz. Abang's back from Aussie and he bought us a cutesy tanktop each. Mine looks extremely candy and Ernies screams RIS LOW, leopard preen much. Siti got a really chic nintendo DS handbag which is so mak nenekz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa lotsa projectz and assignmentz. Better start working on it, layterz alligatorz &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-7979962268686733209?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7979962268686733209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=7979962268686733209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7979962268686733209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7979962268686733209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/y.html' title='(Y)'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SwxZn4CBtQI/AAAAAAAACUw/6lxTiiRn7NE/s72-c/PA150143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-5123628525533276996</id><published>2009-11-08T19:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:31:28.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut these eyes and Calm them feet, Sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SvaqFUBSpSI/AAAAAAAACUo/HQ7vO53_41k/s400/Picture0025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401691811327681826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days feel too quick everytime I'm with you. Wish you could have stayed longer. Truth be told, I'm really exhausted and the sole purpose for posting was cause I thought I had something interesting to talk about only to realise that I don't. I met boyfriend, nothing new. We spent the Sunday at my place watching teevee and eating hotdogs with cheese and bummed around. Bleargh I foresee the week being a bad week cause my headache's kicking in plus the exhaustion and frustration of schoolwork. &lt;I&gt;SIANXZXZXZ&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A warm welcome to the Indonesianxz who'd be training with Boyfriend this 2 weeks. Thank you for taking my precious weekends away, you guys wicked cool. Thanks kayz Thanks -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-5123628525533276996?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5123628525533276996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=5123628525533276996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/5123628525533276996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/5123628525533276996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/shut-these-eyes-and-calm-them-feet.html' title='Shut these eyes and Calm them feet, Sleep.'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SvaqFUBSpSI/AAAAAAAACUo/HQ7vO53_41k/s72-c/Picture0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-2122913814254703778</id><published>2009-11-08T10:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T10:37:15.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To contemplate at</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;If you are pained by external things, it is not they that disturb you, but your own judgment of them. And it is in your power to wipe out that judgment now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   --  Marcus Aurelius &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insyallah, today is a good day! Abang Zaini is coming to me home and we is slugging at the couch watching cable teevee. Coolioxzxz &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-2122913814254703778?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2122913814254703778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=2122913814254703778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/2122913814254703778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/2122913814254703778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-contemplate-at.html' title='To contemplate at'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-40649049636265352</id><published>2009-11-08T00:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:33:13.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live and Love in Peace and Plenty &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SvWj7e9PsQI/AAAAAAAACUg/TTIfH5ZM_A8/s400/PB070017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401403570418331906" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed out wee early in the morning for Macs! Devoured on the awesome posum Hotcakes yum yum good good. And all the rest is just for you and I to know, to be safely stored as what was a great memory and Insyallah many many more to come. Shan't let this end, shall we ?&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; Forever, and always&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Love this weekend, ALOT. Just you and me and nobody else. Do it again sometime please ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You're not going to promise each other that you will not disappoint one another, because at some point you will. What is important is you don't go away, you don't escape, you don't leave one another just because you were disappointed. That's the meaning of &lt;u&gt;fidelity.&lt;/u&gt;" - Thankz Ernxz, Love-a-lot Muacks! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, my number's being circulated via alamak.com. Trust me, I'm a no-goer of such cheap thrills. Hey you, yes you, I think you need to learn to start respecting other people's privacy. Plenty of pleases and thank youzz. Insyallah I won't stoop so low as to seek revenge, cause it wouldn't set me apart from you. &amp; if I haven't already mention, I'm oh-so-blissfully attached with the perfect man of my dreams Alhamdulillah (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-40649049636265352?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/40649049636265352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=40649049636265352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/40649049636265352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/40649049636265352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/live-and-love-in-peace-and-plenty-3.html' title='Live and Love in Peace and Plenty &lt;3'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SvWj7e9PsQI/AAAAAAAACUg/TTIfH5ZM_A8/s72-c/PB070017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-1215215268575759414</id><published>2009-11-06T21:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:07:04.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving in, Not giving up but Letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SvQmbIFK8tI/AAAAAAAACUY/6zcQT7kXnVw/s400/6a00d83451946d69e20120a544729a970b-450wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400984100591563474" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss. And if you think this post is meant for you, then maybe it is. Cause this game you're playing, it's sick. It's beyond childish and I shan't play along. Not anymore. If you think by moving, I do not know, then think again. Technology's very inclined nowadays, just so yknow. If I haven't told you already, you need to polish abit on your summary. Especially so for the rephrasing portion. Nonetheless, I'm deeply honoured (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Please take notice that no names whatsoever nor any identity have been disclosed. And I take it that only the guilty will get the sting. &amp; don't pretend you don't know, cause you damn well do. Don't you ? KTHXBAI &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Before I forget, please don't ask me who cause I'm trying my best to refrain from bitching. And of course, it's tough. So help me out kayz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON AND ON AND ON . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for blessing me with the greatest Mum ever. Thank you Mama, for reminding me time and again. "Menyerah tidak bererti kalah" (Secretly, I'm actually a not-quite-there-but-not-that-bad Malay student afterall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday's screaming fun and I can sense it already. Insyallah, Imma be snapping gazillions of pichas to illustrate the day tomorrow. As long as Boyfriend's around, I just know everything's going to be fine. Yes, my boyfriend is THAT good &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Every time I see your smile it makes my heart beat fast. &lt;br /&gt;And though it's much too soon to tell I'm hoping this will last.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-1215215268575759414?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1215215268575759414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=1215215268575759414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1215215268575759414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1215215268575759414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving-in-not-giving-up-but-letting-go.html' title='Giving in, Not giving up but Letting go'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SvQmbIFK8tI/AAAAAAAACUY/6zcQT7kXnVw/s72-c/6a00d83451946d69e20120a544729a970b-450wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-1455986555373928603</id><published>2009-11-03T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:20:04.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love's Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SvBWMoBWpRI/AAAAAAAACUQ/porMWigpVtY/s400/Enchanted.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399910728118740242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When the moon hits you eye like a big pizza pie, That's amore&lt;br /&gt;When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine, That's amore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool, That's amore&lt;br /&gt;When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet, You're in love&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Ruzaini gets so corny sometimes and I was doing a cleanup to my text inbox and found this, "Happy 18th. We've became legal already. 18, get it? Haha. Never be sad, and never fear cause daddy's here to kick all your sorrows GOODBYE. I'll be your lover, your friend, your guardian angel forever. Insyallah, amin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't our 18 years, merely 18 months. And I swear I don't know what's up with the capital G-O-O-D-B-Y-E. &amp; Today we bickered cause I was talking to him about Nostradamus and this guy pretended he was listening, when he wasn't. This always happens and it keeps repeating can. Just cause I talk to myself frequently, doesn't give you the right to let me talk to myself all the time grrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-1455986555373928603?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1455986555373928603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=1455986555373928603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1455986555373928603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1455986555373928603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/true-loves-kiss.html' title='True Love&apos;s Kiss'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SvBWMoBWpRI/AAAAAAAACUQ/porMWigpVtY/s72-c/Enchanted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-2968657848349332989</id><published>2009-11-01T18:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:43:04.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday brings headache</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Su1ekqzUbUI/AAAAAAAACTw/39AC6OAzAoc/s400/PB010230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399075512344931650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Su1elD_zZRI/AAAAAAAACT4/Z62gq4D1VS8/s400/PB010223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399075519108179218" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massy, here's to you. The long craved Double Chocolate Frappe. It was simply orgasm, to have the sweet liquid cool your whole throat especially today since it was a hot heaty day (while everywhere else is raining, why yew tee why?) And I love how you'd be able to taste the tiny oreo bits in the drink and the whole damn drink is just so chocolatey. Almost like heaven. Maybe I should do away with my caffeine, and stick to Double Chocolate Frappe. &amp; don't you just love how it's so freaking affordable unlike Starbucks. OMG DADDYO, I NAK SOME MORE PLEASE :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a really sinful week. I baked brownies and they're all gone. I suspect Willy Wonka, but then again maybe it might just have slipped down my throat by accident most of the time. Boyfriend gobbled down a whole bottle. So, I made it on Friday and the bottle's squeeky clean today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather's been pretty bad, esp for me since Zaini's riding. East Coast plan was cancelled, thank you Rain. The miss was all worth it however cause we went Tampines 1 and spent a bomb. Can't help it can you everytime there's a sale HEHEHE. Let me rephrase that, up to 70% sale. But(always a but to it) Boyfriend's always reminding me how we shouldn't always pamper ourselves with luxurious stuffs cause it isn't healthy and should always live life average. My boyfriend is so noble sometimes, creeps me out HAH. He's been telling me how saving is essential, I know, what a total nutcase. But you gotta admit, living life simple keeps you way more happy than complicating it. I don't want to be dependent on money, I want to be dependent on you HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that it's only the 3rd week of school and we're already having a test tomorrow (10%, mind you). I know what you're thinking (I think I do) and OMG YA! TELL ME ABOUT IT! SO HORRIBLE RIGHT THE SCHOOL ! Alrighto, I'm off to bury me head into me notes, loser much. Layterzz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Su1e7sBda_I/AAAAAAAACUI/3qgCjZ00xPk/s400/Blockbuster-Hol09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399075907809668082" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum decided to be nice and bought us girlz Estee Lauder's Product on sale, the goodies inside are worth $850 and she bought it at $120. Speaking of best buys. I seriously don't know what's up with her though, cause I use Bourjois and she claimed Ernie will use it. FYI, Ernie doesn't even know how to apply powder on her face what more make up. The Bag comes together with a Deluxe Pure Eyeshadow Compact (15 shades), Deluxe Face Compact (2 Blushes &amp; 1 Bronzer), 4 x Pure Color Long Lasting Lipsticks, 3 x Artist’s Eye Pencil, Projectionist Mascara (2.8ml), Lash Primer Plus, Full Treatment Formula (2.8ml), Gentle Eye Makeup Remover (100ml), Makeup Brush Set: Powder, Blush, Lip &amp; Eye Brush, Stand-Up Mirror(GOTTA LOVE THIS), Companion Case, all in a luxe Cosmetic Case in either red &amp; gold. Pretty, right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What a typical father-daughter convo looks like in my family&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa : SITI, GO AND ON ALL THE LIGHTS AND SWITCH ON THE RADIO ! ON ABANG'S ROOM ALSO, DAH MAGHRIB !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti (7 years old, mind you) : KAKAK ERNIE, GO LAA ! WAIT LA ! I DON'T HAVE EIGHT HANDS, RIGHT ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH, SITI IS GROWING INTO SOMETHING EVERYONE IS AFRAID SHE'D TURNED INTO. MUST BE TOO MUCH OF HANNAH MONTANA, PHINEAS AND FERB, SUITE LIFE ON DECK, ICARLY, WIZARDS OF WAVERLY PLACE, ETC (to think I actually remembered the show too, hehehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-2968657848349332989?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2968657848349332989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=2968657848349332989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/2968657848349332989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/2968657848349332989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday-brings-headache.html' title='Monday brings headache'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Su1ekqzUbUI/AAAAAAAACTw/39AC6OAzAoc/s72-c/PB010230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-4939355974874677626</id><published>2009-10-29T23:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:10:38.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At a glance</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Sum-CeVjSnI/AAAAAAAACTo/QZrKU8M06F0/s400/PA150138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398054578092722802" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Edlin is so freaking excited cause Edlin nak bake brownies dengan Boyfriend. Affter that, Edlin is definitely going to put on her best puppy face and beg boyfriend so she can sin on Mccafe's double chocolate frappe and Edlin nak beli no nut cookies from famous amos. Then right, then right Edlin nak eat all of the above with a big tub of cookies and cream ice-cream and watch cable tv. Cause Cable tv have the most awesome shows on Fridays!(Saturdays and Sundays too but we're talking about Friday here, so screw Saturday &amp; Sunday) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur Edlin Effendi rindu Muhammad Ruzaini deep deep sekali &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Cepat cepat balik please !&lt;br /&gt;I feel so mentel today hehe I want go pout lips and sulk alot now. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile, your kiss, your mind&lt;br /&gt;You're sunlight in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I miss your breath on my neck&lt;br /&gt;When we whisper in the night&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-4939355974874677626?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4939355974874677626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=4939355974874677626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/4939355974874677626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/4939355974874677626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/at-glance.html' title='At a glance'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Sum-CeVjSnI/AAAAAAAACTo/QZrKU8M06F0/s72-c/PA150138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-1015708566242021652</id><published>2009-10-27T09:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:36:09.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SuZOIJoZamI/AAAAAAAACTg/h0vE0wQc-s8/s400/PA150127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397087105381395042" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I'm loving crazy the picture above. Makes me miss Boyfriend so much and I love those fangs he own yum yum yum delicioso (correct me if i'm wrong heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around me is having flu, and I'm all prepared to contract it too. I'm starting to feel the restlessness (is this a word?) and getting really really lethargic. It's sad enough that I have tiny eyes, but right now to top it up my eyes can hardly open. My whole head is throbbing and swallowing my saliva feels like having a huge cactus prick down my throat STNGS LIKE CRAZY. I feel damn shingz (ris low taught me new word, go see the shan &amp; ross video, shitless funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the second week of school, is it ? Well, it sure doesn't feel like it. I hardly remember doing anything and I'm so angry with myself for that. I haven't been to a single lecture to date. Okay, maybe for a like a couple of minute or so. I'm what you'd call, the slacker. Something I don't enjoy becoming but it's so god damn hard to function my brain to study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the bloody timetable surely isn't as wonderful as last semester. Today, class starts at 3. Guess what time class ends ? 5pm. I wouldn't complain if school wasn't far, and trust me I'd be close to an hour late most of the time and it'd irk me to know I'm going home already by the time I reach school. WHY NYP WHY WHY LIKE THIS ONE DAMN SHINGZ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon, Bitch. I don't want you sniffing the entire time we're talking. Cathay needs a Nisa to be in the pink of health !&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon, Boyfriend. If you pass this flu to me, I'm going to bite your ears off and pull every strand of hair on your head. Just stop making me worried, and eat your damn meds, will you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that only makes 2 sick people around me. I exaggerate so much sometimes -__-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-1015708566242021652?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1015708566242021652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=1015708566242021652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1015708566242021652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1015708566242021652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SuZOIJoZamI/AAAAAAAACTg/h0vE0wQc-s8/s72-c/PA150127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-8883086556314287915</id><published>2009-10-23T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:56:10.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May I skip tomorrow, please ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SuGzLX18FfI/AAAAAAAACTY/1H4aLKGbS7g/s400/Picture0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395790836526749170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard duty. There goes my Saturday, burnt (or is it burned GOD MY ENGLISH IS BEGINNING TO RUST SO BAD) Initial plan was to bake brownies. Lay the mats and hear them waves crashing, with a big big tub of ice-cream. Plan postponed till further notice. I cannot wait to bask myself under the sun and snap infinite pichaz underwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, Edlin is on a mission to convince Boyfriend that Sunday is Swimming Day. Float for a good hour and shall attempt to stay underwater for at least a minute or so. Sounds like so much fun, not. To be honest, I'm insanely bored and Ernxz isn't home. She's busy making love with all the girls MUAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we were playing UNO, I'd use my SKIP card and skip one day. Not feel Saturday, and immediately experience Sunday with you. I wish I may, I wish I might. Whatever Edlin, yeah right (for the sake of rhyming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SITI BOUGHT STARBURSTS, GOODBYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-8883086556314287915?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8883086556314287915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=8883086556314287915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/8883086556314287915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/8883086556314287915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/may-i-skip-tomorrow-please.html' title='May I skip tomorrow, please ?'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SuGzLX18FfI/AAAAAAAACTY/1H4aLKGbS7g/s72-c/Picture0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-7501787813783633975</id><published>2009-10-22T21:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:13:10.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is to forever ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SuBlZFM0e-I/AAAAAAAACTI/U6WDjxixiuo/s400/mooody.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395423835156937698" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I pissed you off last night. I'm sorry for being sucha mean girl and said all those nasty string of words to you. There's no one in the whole wide world that I want to be with, but you. And it doesn't matter if you get unreasonable, you and I know I secretly love your whole fucking egoistic attitude. Don't change, not one bit, not at all. Cause I love you just the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I might not be the only one for you, but you're the only one for me. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-7501787813783633975?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7501787813783633975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=7501787813783633975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7501787813783633975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7501787813783633975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-to-forever.html' title='This is to forever &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SuBlZFM0e-I/AAAAAAAACTI/U6WDjxixiuo/s72-c/mooody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-8875524368247439538</id><published>2009-10-20T08:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T09:11:21.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends to last a lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/St0L7U0i_MI/AAAAAAAACSw/aCevkOd423M/s1600-h/five.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/St0L7U0i_MI/AAAAAAAACSw/aCevkOd423M/s400/five.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394481042489015490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Happy 18th Bbygrl &lt;3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite how you and I have grown apart through the years being friends together, you and I both know that we'd stick to the end like glue, no matter what. Because there's nothing that I can do without my Bbygrl first finding out, and vice versa. Please rest well, and always always take care of yourself. You don't know how many people care so much for you and always wanting you to be fine, healthy and never ever ever ill. We'll meet up soon, we always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to make our ridiculously cute dreams of going out together in 10 years time with out babies and shopping, gossiping and talking about everything under the sun. And me, I'd be the loud auntie one rest assured hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, BBYGRL &lt;33333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-8875524368247439538?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8875524368247439538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=8875524368247439538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/8875524368247439538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/8875524368247439538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/friends-to-last-lifetime.html' title='Friends to last a lifetime'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/St0L7U0i_MI/AAAAAAAACSw/aCevkOd423M/s72-c/five.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-4653454724980589621</id><published>2009-10-17T12:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T13:14:30.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and I, please don't change a thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/StlP5-n7A5I/AAAAAAAACSo/jf9NMdGsrMY/s400/PA130078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393429886234461074" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH EM EFF GEE! Why time why? Why tick so fast, just when I'm having the time of my life. Right when I'm laughing so hard my ribcage hurts. Or smiling so wide my cheeks are sore. If this is life, then I'm loving every single bit of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddyo brought me to a gazillion beautiful places. As we laid our mats, with my head resting on your lap, under the awesome crazy beautiful sky. I tell you, it's priceless. Cause with you, I never need to wonder if you'll be there. This love can last me my whole life through. And it's insane how you still give me butterflies even after 18th months. Please let this last a lifetime, please oh please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Someone's birthday is coming, who eh who eh :P&lt;br /&gt;Must remember to breathe and for the last time, STOP THINKING TOO MUCH &lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-4653454724980589621?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4653454724980589621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=4653454724980589621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/4653454724980589621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/4653454724980589621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-and-i-dont-change-thing.html' title='You and I, please don&apos;t change a thing'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/StlP5-n7A5I/AAAAAAAACSo/jf9NMdGsrMY/s72-c/PA130078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-5176731637889591762</id><published>2009-10-15T23:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T01:30:15.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beneath the trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/StdDAeUx1ZI/AAAAAAAACSQ/1n_cUdZSKjw/s400/PA150140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392852754218734994" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-5176731637889591762?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5176731637889591762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=5176731637889591762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/5176731637889591762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/5176731637889591762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/beneath-trees.html' title='Beneath the trees'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/StdDAeUx1ZI/AAAAAAAACSQ/1n_cUdZSKjw/s72-c/PA150140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-5254008158585005354</id><published>2009-10-12T08:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:22:49.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/StJ0wg0q7HI/AAAAAAAACRI/8HDvA-cz8xQ/s400/IMG_4416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391500080709299314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/StJ0wNFg8VI/AAAAAAAACRA/McVoSDrP8m4/s400/IMG_4412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391500075411239250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause these babes keep me excited for school, and the most awesome bunch of friends you know you can always count on. The only reason why I'm looking forward to school next week. One day is definitely not enough to be catching up on everything and I'm dying to hear alot alot more from da bitchz. Nisa's sucha workaholic, never have time for her own LOL. Love y'all, babes &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this isn't an official hiatus post. Cause I'm very unpredictable and I tend to posts at the most random moments ever. But if y'all don't already know, Muhammad Ruzaini Khairil A is back from Brunei! I am so elated and I feel like punching someone right and I am lacking english vocab. Cut it short, it feels so boomz! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I've got a million and one things in my mind all waiting to be done with boyfriend. But trust me, we'd just end up sitting by the beach and listening to waves crashing in most of the time. And I think I might have forgotten how to ride a bike (the pillion's seat, that is)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-5254008158585005354?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5254008158585005354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=5254008158585005354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/5254008158585005354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/5254008158585005354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/missing-monday.html' title='Missing Monday'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/StJ0wg0q7HI/AAAAAAAACRI/8HDvA-cz8xQ/s72-c/IMG_4416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-7791378315979674896</id><published>2009-10-09T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T01:15:21.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause where you are is where you'll be</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Ss4ZNvJyKKI/AAAAAAAACQ4/4sqhvjy9IdM/s400/DSCF4798.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390273527795558562" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been long since we had a meet up after Wani had her break from Norway. It was definitely nice having them coming over and just talking about everything under the sun. I surely miss these girlxz a hell lot and it's really heartbreaking to see all of us growing up ever so quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was surely fun bullying Rashidah and to catch up with so many things within so little time. And to have all our opinions on so many things, and how we're still able to talk about so much despite not meeting each other for so long. How Shidah's turned into Rash HEHE How we used to hang over in school and drink weird fruit juices, and now we're drinking coffee, hanging out at Starbucks. Oh how times have change :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please have more meetups cause it's very very heartwarming and it secretly makes me feel so young and youthful every time i'm with you girlxz. We must must visit our favourite form teacher and our nasty math teacher. OMG I miss you guys already !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Ss4ZNOgLDgI/AAAAAAAACQw/_p6P2sjvWpY/s400/DSCF4796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390273519031094786" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm going to sound selfish but I surely miss those days when we'd just sit at the canteen and eat our extremely affordable sandwich. I hate how everyone's moving on with their lives, and sadly, so am I. I wish everyone I love to never go away. For us, to never drift apart. I don't want things to change, I wished everything will just stay the same :(:(:(:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-7791378315979674896?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7791378315979674896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=7791378315979674896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7791378315979674896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7791378315979674896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/cause-where-you-are-is-where-youll-be.html' title='Cause where you are is where you&apos;ll be'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Ss4ZNvJyKKI/AAAAAAAACQ4/4sqhvjy9IdM/s72-c/DSCF4798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-2578349795142161384</id><published>2009-10-07T11:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:20:55.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SswJB7zeFvI/AAAAAAAACQo/aXCkmD31Gh8/s400/Hijab_Fetish_by_cainadamsson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389692782893733618" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing a clean up for my inbox (yknow now that school's reopening) and I stumbled upon this email. And it reminded me so much of my Mum. Just something I kept in email from my senior Wirna, back in MCG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'You see my son,' said God, 'the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart! - the place where love resides.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this might not be how you see Beauty. But definitely how I see it as, have been seeing it as and insyallah, forever will. What's the point of looking good in the outside when deep inside, you're so filled with hatred and full of ugly traits. And this is, to me, what beauty really means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-2578349795142161384?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2578349795142161384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=2578349795142161384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/2578349795142161384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/2578349795142161384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/beauty-lies-in-eyes-of-beholder.html' title='Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SswJB7zeFvI/AAAAAAAACQo/aXCkmD31Gh8/s72-c/Hijab_Fetish_by_cainadamsson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-3724717258539925171</id><published>2009-10-06T22:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:16:32.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As time crawls by</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SstZk8vjnsI/AAAAAAAACQg/1p1SBAnawks/s400/Moment0265.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389499870394687170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will have a happy ending. Just have to endure. No fairytale is happy all the way. There's bound to be a downside at the start :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep praying. Insyallah God will give you strength. I love you dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gd morning baby. I'm so proud of you of how strong you've been without me. Just keep enduring and persevere k baby. Daddy promise that once i return everything's going to be alright. I love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, i know you've been waiting for a very long time for me to come home. Just know i'm fine. Doing well, staying strong. For you. Just hold on a lil longer and i'll be back. Promise to be there for you ALL the time. I love you dear. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend's a romeo deep inside, you just don't know. That's what you get for getting a literature student HEHEHE. Mr hot-headed short-tempered stubborn Ruzaini is not that macho anymore, is he :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all these words have kept me going for so long. Thank you so much, Ruzaini. You always know what to say, and when to say it. Or what not to say, and everything you do whatever it is, will make everything alright. Secretly, I think you were sent from heaven to help me out with my life cause I screw up too much sometimes. I love you, I love you so much I can't put it in words how much I love you. But these 3 words, I say sincerely from the bottom of my heart, I LOVE YOU &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stop it with the spamming already, will you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-3724717258539925171?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3724717258539925171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=3724717258539925171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/3724717258539925171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/3724717258539925171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-time-crawls-by.html' title='As time crawls by'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SstZk8vjnsI/AAAAAAAACQg/1p1SBAnawks/s72-c/Moment0265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-9035504847846962891</id><published>2009-10-03T07:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T08:59:29.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to totally kick ass</title><content type='html'>After what seemed like forever, I finally put my membership card at Warren Golf and Country Club to great use. Ernie, Alyssa and I went to eat to our heart's full content and played Bowling. If you don't already know, I'm not that strong. So, guess what ball was I able to throw throughout. Only the 6kg while Ernie and Alyssa were busy trying out 9kgs and 10s. And despite being the one to throw the damn light ball according to Ernie but a freaking crazy heavy ball to me, I finished the game with a 33. Alyssa got 115. Can you feel the demoralisation I am feeling now ? But it was sure fun cause we went bonkers playing it and laughing so hard nearly the whole time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try playing at Warren, especially for suckers like me. We got the whole bowling alley to ourself, before one family came. So it was just us two groups playing. But it's abit too pricey, I think. But see, losing doesn't sound so bad anymore :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the lucky girl who got treated to Starbucks Caramel Macchiato? &lt;b&gt;Me!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear dear Ernie owed me since she made me walk at Vivo from Toys'r'us to Page One just so she can get her Naked Juliet. If yknow Vivo well, you'd know the great distance I've travelled and given the fact it's Ernie. You can imagine how quick my steps were, it was almost as if I was finally exercising HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was one hell of a total awesomez time. The laughing-at-bimbo-me or Ernie actually saying something funny and Alyssa's weird but really-really-adorable sudden outburts of really-really-loud laughs. We're doing visiting today! And I'm going to her house to go sink my teeth into big big prawns! Don't you just love seafood yum yum !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Ssac9eTxLhI/AAAAAAAACQY/4zNb3ZekLOo/s400/DSCF4763.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388166584117308946" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Ssac8w4YxII/AAAAAAAACQQ/FXpsPaaguaQ/s400/DSCF4740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388166571922867330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Ssac8dMmDkI/AAAAAAAACQI/VN6jQPQ6a5I/s400/DSCF4739.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388166566638915138" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Ssac7-wsRCI/AAAAAAAACQA/hkqyuO0gK8M/s400/DSCF4737.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388166558468817954" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SsacSoYI66I/AAAAAAAACP4/IcPafxrZNDw/s400/DSCF4736.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388165848085621666" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SsacSHH6GcI/AAAAAAAACPw/gf3N7IhX0WY/s400/DSCF4735.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388165839159171522" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SsacRdGK8mI/AAAAAAAACPo/X6O6GaCCgww/s400/DSCF4726.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388165827877597794" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SsacQ2muBpI/AAAAAAAACPg/E9DlYWfaXtI/s400/DSCF4725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388165817545131666" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SsacQG7FrxI/AAAAAAAACPY/C8VXPq1vFkA/s400/DSCF4724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388165804745666322" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SsabgNkcCAI/AAAAAAAACPQ/_wIOb-pY1Kc/s400/DSCF4721.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388164981895989250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Ssabfk3Q8kI/AAAAAAAACPI/Q5IVloGdClE/s400/DSCF4717.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388164970969100866" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Ssabe4XG0BI/AAAAAAAACPA/u2pAPSsmLa8/s400/DSCF4716.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388164959023058962" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SsabeXO8a-I/AAAAAAAACO4/31XSTaLq8Z4/s400/DSCF4704.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388164950130453474" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Ssabd9JAkXI/AAAAAAAACOw/_tTcmGXwzrs/s400/DSCF4699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388164943126237554" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-9035504847846962891?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9035504847846962891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=9035504847846962891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/9035504847846962891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/9035504847846962891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-to-totally-kick-ass.html' title='Time to totally kick ass'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Ssac9eTxLhI/AAAAAAAACQY/4zNb3ZekLOo/s72-c/DSCF4763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-7171762713102115431</id><published>2009-10-02T10:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T10:55:29.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ♥ My Taggerxzxz</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SsVp5rbBrNI/AAAAAAAACOo/yutQqOhNJis/s400/DSCF4663.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387828968848207058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually do tag replying but I was brought to tears reading some of you guys tags and I'd love love love to hug you all so tight and make love with you right now HEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To VERY CUTEST LADY!&lt;/b&gt; : HAHAHA OMG NO SHAME! Yalaa You cute, I wanna be pretty &amp; sweet hehehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To allysia&lt;/b&gt; : Haha it's okay love! I wanna meet up soon too, pretty please! Bring me along for tanning, I'd love lazing around the beach HEE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Nisa&lt;/b&gt; : Thanks babe for trying to stand up for me, but trust me they're not worth it. &amp; Of course we'll make Wed work out! I can't wait to have a non-stop Bitching session with you hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To shafawati&lt;/b&gt; : Of course I'm not. And what keeps me strong is having you guys always by my side thru thick and thin. Like what real friends/families should. I love you babe, and miss you plenty :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To lovingedlin&lt;/b&gt; : Aww, thanks alot. I don't know you but I'm loving you too. And Insyallah I'll be okay, all thanks to you guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously touched by all the tags. I know I very emo right, but knowing that I've got people to back me up is honestly something I'm very happy about. And it might just be something little to many of you, having your friends tag. But to me, It gives me a sense of security and most importantly love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, I've got family and friends. The most awesome, greatest, fabulous bunch ever. I could not have asked for more &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-7171762713102115431?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7171762713102115431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=7171762713102115431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7171762713102115431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7171762713102115431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-my-taggerxzxz.html' title='I ♥ My Taggerxzxz'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SsVp5rbBrNI/AAAAAAAACOo/yutQqOhNJis/s72-c/DSCF4663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-1597020420523720985</id><published>2009-10-01T17:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T17:40:29.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Children's Day !</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SsRzLpiPqGI/AAAAAAAACOY/w7S7z8n27Zg/s400/5090.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387557698207197282" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm a kid at heart and I live under my parent's armpit all day long (If not, boyfriend) I'm the girl who's 18 and has never before worked in her entire life because she's too afraid of what the working environment can do to her. Can I pretty pretty please not grow up and stay young and always a child, everyday and always ? I don't want to digest the word mature, neither the word growing up. I only want sugar, candy, sweets, toys, playgrounds, fun fun fun ! &amp; more fun :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SsR4EsFy1uI/AAAAAAAACOg/85-I5Xs0z8c/s400/Happy_girl91.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387563076192229090" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DaddyO always tells me that my life begins with a Once upon a time. He always assures me that there's nothing that needs worrying about cause all Once upon a time will end with a happily ever after. This life i'm living, it's a fairytale. &amp; I hold those words dearly to my heart, up till today. Forever, and always (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Mum so big it's bigger than the universe because she treated me and Siti to catch SHORTS! Siti and I were busy laughing in the theatres and it was so cute and really really fantasy. It was about a magic rock that's able to grant you as many wish as you want just as long as you have it on your hands upon wishing. If it was me, I wouldn't know what to wish for. And I'd probably screw up half the time HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa's going to bring us out to dinner later! Elated, much. Don't you just love celebrating children's day. Siti celebrated yesterday in school, and she won the cutest girl award! In her school! I'm so proud of my lil sister! I know she's cute, but I sure didn't expect her to win the most cutest girl award among her ENTIRE SCHOOLMATE! It's just plain amazing, don't you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-1597020420523720985?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1597020420523720985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=1597020420523720985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1597020420523720985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1597020420523720985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-childrens-day.html' title='Happy Children&apos;s Day !'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SsRzLpiPqGI/AAAAAAAACOY/w7S7z8n27Zg/s72-c/5090.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-2672464018189818699</id><published>2009-10-01T11:10:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:06:10.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving this battlefield with my head hung high</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SsQqZo24z6I/AAAAAAAACOQ/22kA1UEXjcg/s1600-h/Infringement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SsQqZo24z6I/AAAAAAAACOQ/22kA1UEXjcg/s320/Infringement.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387477674194685858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you all to read, to judge and to discriminate or even to take sides. But I'm done for now. I'm through fighting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. You win, we know you're physically and emotionally strong. Well, I'm neither. My daily life routine depends on so many people around me and I never did know how to stand up for my rights. So finally, the very first time I tried doing it (standing up), I think I'm not cut out for it. I know and I'm sure now that I'm weak and definitely not strong enough. You've got things to say that I know will cut deep, and all I have is just plain tears to shed. So hear me say, &lt;a href="http://lickithardbebeyh.blogspot.com"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt; win :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In simple malay terms it means, Edlin bukanlah seorang yang kuat dari segi apa-apa pun. Be it kuat tenaga or hati yang kuat. At the age of 18, Edlin still akan nangis kalau kena marah sikit pun. Itu pasal Edlin depends on all my loved ones everyday and Edlin tak boleh buat apa-apa sendiri. Jadi sekarang, bila dia akhirnya nak try buat benda sendiri, dia suck. &amp; Edlin tahu Edlin tak tahu macam mana nak react to all this, or apa nak cakap or buat or anything. And Edlin tahu you are so good at all this exchanging of nasty words jadi Edlin menyerah kalah (MENYERAH RIGHT, CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG THANKS). So akhirnya, Edlin is going to say that you menang, you win in this fight that I'm not even sure I am in. Tapi I definitely don't want to be in it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SsQf0LAsJCI/AAAAAAAACOA/kjL03drT_HA/s400/DSCF4565.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387466035411297314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SsQftiK2LuI/AAAAAAAACN4/6mxuwD-qlzk/s400/DSCF4564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387465921368829666" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur Edlin, is an all time loser ! HEHEHE. I bimbotically (if it's a word) booked 3 tickets for us to watch YESTERDAY when we're supposed to be watching it with Siti today. And the transaction was completed and you can only make amendments 2 hours before. I felt so stupid but not yet emotional. Right after Ernie started screaming at my ears saying I damn stupid (of course, she didn't mean it) I wanted to run into the toilet and cry already. Yknow, ever since Zaini isn't around, I tend to do so many things wrong! Nenek say I "nyanyok" which means I'm getting senile. But aren't I too young to be senile already. So soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Mama Ernie and I ended up watching Cloudy with a chance of Meatballs 3D! Mama was more excited over the popcorn and Ernie had to hid it behind her cause she was munching it like nobody's business even before the movie started. No! Even before we entered the theatre. After which, Ernie and I head down to PS to go shop. For the very first time, Ernie actually bought a really feminine top from FOX and I'm so proud of my wrestler HEHEHE. &amp; Thanks afan, yknow I love you for giving me 30% staff discount :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; GUESS WHO CAME YESTERDAY TO CHEER NUR EDLIN UP !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SsQjkSP8mlI/AAAAAAAACOI/o5kCtv0VS3g/s200/DSCF4580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387470160522943058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite 4 year old came! Hehehe. I was so elated, over the moon and on cloud 9. You see, that's why everything happens for a reason. Cause God knows to what extent this soul can take the amount of hurt and he is always Maha Mengasihani. Alhamdulillah. He's still a lil baby, with very cute accent and a charming smile. We had so much fun and I had all my sadness shoved aside. &amp; My favourite part of the day was the ICE-CREAM! hehehe. Don't you just love anything sweet and cold ! Don't you ! Don't you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I owe Boyfriend a million thanks because despite being so far away, you're always making sure that I'm all fine and okay. And even after much persuasion to not call me, you still did. You just know don't you when I'm not okay. I'm so grateful to God for allowing me to chance upon you and love you beyond words. Now, and insyallah forever. He keeps on saying how only he can bully me, and no one else. Calling me a bimbo, is bullying too FYI (Ernie, read the last sentence carefully) HOW ABOUT NOBODY DESERVES THE RIGHT TO BULLY ME :P (will never happen, but worth the typing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I needa book tickets for today hahaha. Thank god Dad didn't get angry after finding out I wrongly booked today's show for yesterday. Yay me! I get to watch movies for 2 consecutive days HEHEHE. Now, I wanna clean my room cause all my stuffed toys(7 bears, 2 bantal busuk &amp; 2 cartoon bolsters) are all over the place and Mama is surely going to scream soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-2672464018189818699?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2672464018189818699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=2672464018189818699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/2672464018189818699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/2672464018189818699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/leaving-this-battlefield-with-heads.html' title='Leaving this battlefield with my head hung high'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SsQqZo24z6I/AAAAAAAACOQ/22kA1UEXjcg/s72-c/Infringement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-1821838321867247919</id><published>2009-09-29T13:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T14:17:06.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mega Mighty love y'all all all !</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SsGgHsmGnKI/AAAAAAAACNo/n_xK6HrTMJ4/s400/SANY2406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386762683402329250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; ignore the previous post, shall we ? I think we've addressed the issue as young adults. Although I didn't get what I actually first wanted, let bygones be bygones. I thought I was resting my foot, but clearly my foot fidgets alot HAHAHA ok lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I had a blasting time with Bbygrl and Awallul the day before. I promise y'all that one day, I'll create a story so interesting with a really peak climax that it'd make you get out of your seats! HAHAHA. These two so meanie poke keep on staring at me like I speak alien language like that. Then Sadiq also rubbed it in say I bimbo, TOGETHER WITH ERNIE ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; guess what? I cried hahaha. It was so stupid, I swear. I was moaning like crazy and said something like, "WHY THE HELL AM I CRYING?" and sobbing like crazy. It was just one of the really weird days of my life. I'm missing Zaini so much and it's finally sinking into me heart the ache BOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, Huda gave me staff discount at Pastamania. Alright, done. I've blogged about you okay sweetheart HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I love you, I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you, been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me and you'll never go&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-1821838321867247919?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1821838321867247919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=1821838321867247919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1821838321867247919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1821838321867247919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/mega-mighty-love-yall-all-all.html' title='Mega Mighty love y&apos;all all all !'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SsGgHsmGnKI/AAAAAAAACNo/n_xK6HrTMJ4/s72-c/SANY2406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-2324756527681049692</id><published>2009-09-29T11:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T14:07:17.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey see, Monkey do</title><content type='html'>Because I'm very extremely nice and I believe in 2nd chances (:&lt;br /&gt;We know you've done it once, and I've printed screen your webpage. Now, guess what? Girl's done it again. Took what's rightly mine and pretend like it's hers. I shall not (yet) provide a link to your page but this serves as a warning. Yknow I am really not interested to mingle into your not-that-interesting-life and I've got mine to live so here I am not disclosing your identity. I don't intend for you to tag or give me your really not needed comments cause this is a really not biggie and all I ask for is for you to apologize, thank you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now bear in mind I printscreen your page so if you're going to delete/deny or whatsoever, I've got evidence. IT'S ALREADY DAMN GOOD ENOUGH I'M NOT PUTTING YOUR NAME, I'M SAVING YOU THE EMBARRASSMENT. For all yknow, I might even get you sued (contemplating mode, hahaah like real)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now below is what's supposedly hers/his very very god damn ORIGINAL post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I haven't been much of a good girlfriend&lt;/u&gt; . Daddy has been very keen to change me in every ways he could . I've be having plenty too much of &lt;u&gt;emotional breakdowns&lt;/u&gt; .I need to not be sucha cry baby since i'm all grown up . Daddy has been so busy and turn tired and there he go &lt;u&gt;throwing one too many tantrums&lt;/u&gt; on me .He gets mad easily and there i'll start to go outbursts .&lt;u&gt; Thank you for tolerating me so well and trying your very best to be here with me everytime as much as you can&lt;/u&gt; . Your working hours &lt;u&gt;is stealing all the time we should actually be having together away&lt;/u&gt; . Mama keep on yarking at me nowadays because i refuse to do anything . It has been 5 days i didn't turn up for school . &lt;u&gt;But let's face it , im lazy like that and it's so god damn tedious to do anything nowadays &lt;/u&gt;. Papa shown me a video clip after i told him that &lt;u&gt;"REVISION CAN ALWAYS WAIT" .&lt;/u&gt; Than papa says this , papa:This is a classic example of ME . I was like , what the fuck ! haha (:Okeyh , below are afew picture of me and peers going for raya-ing . &lt;/b&gt; -he/she-who-shall-not-be-named &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all welcome for the underlining, and the rephrasing is definitely not by me I scored pretty well for my English summary mind you :D So there's at least a couple of sentences which is identical! to mine and bits and pieces from other posts. Let's behave like what a proper lady should okay. Because if you plan on making things catastrophic and a really big fuss, I will not WILL NOT hesitate to get the authorities involve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ME MYSELF Original copyrighted post, thank you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;Sorry Daddyo, I haven't been much of a good girlfriend :(&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having multiple plenty too many of &lt;u&gt;emotional breakdowns&lt;/u&gt; and Boyfriend's been so helpful in coping with all my antics. Miss Loser much(me) hasn't digested the ever drawing near days that Boyfriend is leaving for Brunei and &lt;u&gt;throwing one too many tantrums&lt;/u&gt; all the time. Promise I'd behave and&lt;u&gt; no more outbursts, no more crying like a baby.&lt;/u&gt; Imma have to be strong, don't I.&lt;u&gt; Thank you so much for tolerating me so well and always trying your best to be here with me everytime you can&lt;/u&gt; as much as NS is doing nothing but &lt;u&gt;stealing all the time we should be having together away.&lt;/u&gt; Benci NS, so very very much. &lt;/B&gt; - Sept 16, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There were a few pictures I had in mind. Yknow, to keep the posts interesting.&lt;u&gt; But let's face it, I'm lazy like that and it's so god damn tedious to do anything nowadays&lt;/u&gt; HEHEHE. Lazy, much.&lt;/b&gt; - Sept 12, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the title to my post dated August 20, 2009 is "Revision can always wait". So, I assume the "videoclip" that you were referring to is mine. Please do what's right, goodbye &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-2324756527681049692?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2324756527681049692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=2324756527681049692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/2324756527681049692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/2324756527681049692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/monkey-see-monkey-do.html' title='Monkey see, Monkey do'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-1262254097396010756</id><published>2009-09-28T11:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:48:14.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absofruitly missing you &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;333333</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie: Do you think our love, can take us away together? &lt;br /&gt;Duke: I think our love can do anything we want it to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets so hard to breathe sometimes. And I gasp and gasp for air, yet it never feels right. I know it won't be alright, not until I smell you. It's our 17th and I bet we're crazy kilometres apart. I know you know I'm missing you and you know I know that you're missing me too(Ernie will hate this sentence very very much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama's telling everyone that I'm emo. Trust me, I'm not. I hardly shed a tear at the mention of Zaini. It isn't as bad as when he enrolled into NS. But Siti and I, we'd secretly cuddle together into a ball and cry like babies late at night. Ernie will just get so pissed off and shoo us away. &amp; HIS LETTER! It made me sobbed crazy and made me miss him 2914139423 times more than I already did. Bloody hell, the letter was suppose to make me better not make me whine worst. I miss you, Muhammad Ruzaini Khairil A :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry Home Honey &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SsA_Q_CNToI/AAAAAAAACNY/x_tXWIq19JY/s400/Hamsem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386374715366264450"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See sayang, now I've got no friends to go to Starbucks. I want the croissant so bad, and I want to feel sinful dipping it into the whipped cream and have you calling me fat :( I want to chillax with you and watch people with ugly and cheap shoes HEHEHE. Ruzaini, dyou know how much I truly miss you :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-1262254097396010756?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1262254097396010756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=1262254097396010756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1262254097396010756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1262254097396010756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/allie-do-you-think-our-love-can-take-us.html' title='Absofruitly missing you &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;333333'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SsA_Q_CNToI/AAAAAAAACNY/x_tXWIq19JY/s72-c/Hamsem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-5993127466562892631</id><published>2009-09-23T23:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:04:25.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;U&gt;RAYA DAY ONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SrpB5gb92QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/f71rmJZJJng/s400/famili.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384688760690432258" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SrpB6xdrzeI/AAAAAAAACLo/IVcF5Bwbhrk/s400/bigFamily.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384688782440910306" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SrpB6lRCsrI/AAAAAAAACLg/5oyFH7QdCDM/s400/one.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384688779166659250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SrpB6EDf3wI/AAAAAAAACLY/CEQohirCb0I/s400/siszx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384688770251480834" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely wasn't like any other year, cause we spent lotsa lotsa time at Nenek Som's place(paternal) And I honestly think I'm no bimbo, it's just that people around me tend to speak super different alien language.(still, english just different) Anyhow, it was awesome since we all grew older so Raya isn't so much about just the colleting of money but more more meaningful. OMG I love Raya, don't you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;RAYA DAY TWO&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SrpDSh5ZrwI/AAAAAAAACMo/NDQ7eIhX8E4/s400/sembilan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384690290090684162" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SrpDSHX1f6I/AAAAAAAACMg/Gaz-tmT1psc/s400/lapan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384690282970578850" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We covered infinite houses yet I still get lesser than I did on the first day. An extremely sad moment but it was fun cause it felt more Raya-ish. Since we didn't go much of visiting but more of hospitalising the guests. So yay to Raya Day Two! (very bimbotic phrase, I know(so it's not that I'm naturally one I'm pretending to be)) There was a bracket in that first bracket, and I swear I think I'm not making sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;COUSINXZXZ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SrpDRiqu3vI/AAAAAAAACMY/uFamNnnlLhA/s400/tiga.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384690273117724402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SrpC4rvt0RI/AAAAAAAACMQ/oeHhpZCWfss/s400/satu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384689846057816338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SrpC4G-UvzI/AAAAAAAACMI/IpRmjLfinBI/s400/lima.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384689836186976050" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SrpC3lrWLPI/AAAAAAAACMA/oanjOSwVidY/s400/enam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384689827249007858" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SrpC3OrZh6I/AAAAAAAACL4/O-yw143D8j4/s400/empat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384689821075212194" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SrpC2w6znMI/AAAAAAAACLw/2NUSqFlHEj0/s400/dua.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384689813086772418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me is loving me couzinzz, me couzinzz is rocks! yeah HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bunga Api!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SrpDkEhPzUI/AAAAAAAACNI/C8F5ILsvNN8/s400/WE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384690591442390338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SrpDjlsoXnI/AAAAAAAACNA/egTPXwuULaQ/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384690583168638578" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SrpDjOQ2zfI/AAAAAAAACM4/FU6PMSz7e8c/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384690576878128626" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SrpDi6pm-wI/AAAAAAAACMw/kPkj3BGCKE8/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384690571613240066" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SrpDkcE8-rI/AAAAAAAACNQ/3WdJ-mipKwo/s400/SITI.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384690597766167218" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend promised Siti that he'd play bunga api with her so she kept whining and whining begging him to come over and play. So finally, we did. And Siti ended up getting more excited riding the bike than playing the bunga api. That girl is so funny I love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;One day left before Zaini leaves. Tell me this isn't happening. No it isn't. This is definitely not happening :'(&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-5993127466562892631?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5993127466562892631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=5993127466562892631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/5993127466562892631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/5993127466562892631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/eid-mubarak-3.html' title='Eid Mubarak &lt;3'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SrpB5gb92QI/AAAAAAAACLQ/f71rmJZJJng/s72-c/famili.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-2325354532375451196</id><published>2009-09-16T12:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:41:02.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe it's true, I can't live w/o you</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SrBotb2ZhWI/AAAAAAAACLI/9tUx6vgcu50/s400/ManOfMeDreams.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381916684487066978" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Daddyo, I haven't been much of a good girlfriend :(&lt;br /&gt;I've been having multiple plenty too many of emotional breakdowns and Boyfriend's been so helpful in coping with all my antics. Miss Loser much(me) hasn't digested the ever drawing near days that Boyfriend is leaving for Brunei and throwing one too many tantrums all the time. Promise I'd behave and no more outbursts, no more crying like a baby. Imma have to be strong, don't I. Thank you so much for tolerating me so well and always trying your best to be here with me everytime you can as much as NS is doing nothing but stealing all the time we should be having together away. Benci NS, so very very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Shut your eyes &lt;br /&gt;And feel the chemicals collide &lt;br /&gt;It's you and I tonight &lt;br /&gt;You're the sugar in my eye &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend's out on outfield and I told Ernie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ernie, pretend-pretend you Zaini then you text me okay today. Zaini calls me Baby okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; One of the the 1947123084713 reasons why I love Ernie so much;&lt;br /&gt;16th Sep. 2009 06:09 From: ERNXZXZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Morning baby! U tido k. Nanti buat cupcake, buat untuk i. I pun nak try(: (TOTAL HAHAHA TETUM XIAXZ)" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her text message made me smile so hard my cheeks hurt. My lovely sister is a boyfriend imposter and her "ke ai" title will stay forever. TETUM means TTM (to the max). Ernie's weird like that but I love her so big big and so huge huge oh me gosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-2325354532375451196?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2325354532375451196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=2325354532375451196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/2325354532375451196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/2325354532375451196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/maybe-its-true-i-cant-live-wo-you.html' title='Maybe it&apos;s true, I can&apos;t live w/o you'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SrBotb2ZhWI/AAAAAAAACLI/9tUx6vgcu50/s72-c/ManOfMeDreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-1009854443599944354</id><published>2009-09-15T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:59:21.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOMZ !</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-c_A7-7B7-w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-c_A7-7B7-w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY HELLO TO OUR MISS SINGAPORE WORLD (:&lt;br /&gt;she veh cutez one, makes mie lauff sho muchie&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not all bootiful people are bimbotic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;TOO LATE !&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-1009854443599944354?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1009854443599944354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=1009854443599944354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1009854443599944354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1009854443599944354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/boomz.html' title='BOOMZ !'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-8148853218663351385</id><published>2009-09-12T07:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T08:04:39.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Side WOO</title><content type='html'>There were a few pictures I had in mind. Yknow, to keep the posts interesting. But let's face it, I'm lazy like that and it's so god damn tedious to do anything nowadays HEHEHE. Lazy, much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, after what seemed like finally, Zaini and I watched Bohsia. So the story line is fine with really good actress I must say. Those girls really brought their character out and I finally found out what Bohsia really meant. But what caught me was the stunts. Wasn't the main sole purpose of the movie was to knock some sense into these guys, and not encourage. But somehow, idk about you guys, but the stunts gets so mind-blowing and damn impressive. So instead of instilling some fear, the movie's actually encouraging. Everytime when it comes to a part where them guys start cornering crazy or whatnots, Zaini'd go WHOA! and AHHHH and all mesmerized and captivated. He even attempted to get me interested -__-" Which of course was a total failure. I was more into the OMG! and yeah, major chanting of OMG that's it. But no deny, the stunts were pretty impressive and if I had a bike I might give it a try HAHAHA. Okay totally macam real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I shall stop pretending to be some movie critic. But yeah, Honestly, from me point of view, I feel that maybe some gore accident (saddistic, much) or maybe a very eye-opening accident that might terrorize this rempits would be good.(They should really start working with Final Destination, that was total gore and it got me a teeny weeny close to vomitting I was freaking nauseous I swear Zaini and I was about to leave the theatre) Instead of displaying a damn stylo milo stunt everyone will end up trying so hard to learn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ! Enough about bohsias and rempits already. Hari Raya is so near, did you know! And I had my kebaya tailor-made like May this year so it was ready since the start of puasa. &amp; I bought a 2nd pair from RH Fashion, FINALLY I have a kebaya songket, feeling-feeling getting married. As much as Zaini's leaving for Brunei on the 5th day, okay let's not remind myself. In fact, I think I might be catching on some sleep right now. Love you plenty &lt;3333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-8148853218663351385?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8148853218663351385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=8148853218663351385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/8148853218663351385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/8148853218663351385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/dark-side-woo.html' title='The Dark Side WOO'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-1919601186068265162</id><published>2009-09-09T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:49:26.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No time to lose</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;Just know that, I'm having &lt;u&gt;THE BEST DAYS OF MY LIVES &lt;/u&gt;&lt;3&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-1919601186068265162?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1919601186068265162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=1919601186068265162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1919601186068265162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1919601186068265162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-time-to-lose.html' title='No time to lose'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-8533586531912340859</id><published>2009-08-23T09:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T09:52:25.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The holy month, Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>It's the second day of Puasa (very obvious sentence, I think everybody knows) Anyways, alhamdulillah I'm glad I'm able to welcome it unlike Ernie. Loser girl, keep on bleeding all day all night only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Boyfriend's on outfield for the first day of Ramadhan and alhamdulillah he managed to conquer all his hunger and survived the day. So proud of him HEHEHE. He won't be back till Sunday and I'm missing him crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the family welcomed Ramadhan in the most loveliest way ever. We broke our fast at my Grandma's place YAY! There were Laksa and lotsa big big fishballs, and thankfully this time there wasn't much of food. In previous years, every weekend, the food was almost enough to feed a class I tell you. But the atmosphere is priceless okay, all the family eating together and all. Damn nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAYS are THE BEST OF THE BEST OF ALL THE BEST. It's the maternal side and Atok surely have fruits for all of us and there'll be plenty of chocolates and ice-creams hehehe. And it's usually the &lt;b&gt;only&lt;/b&gt; time of the week I do my teraweh. Sad as it sounds, which is why insyallah I'll try doing more. Maybe pay a visit to the mosque once in a while, amin. And the whole living room will be filled with praying mats and it feels so nice sometimes yknow to see all the family members jemaah. And Siti will want to pray since everyone's praying and her in her cutesy pie telekong HEHEHE. Comel sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't a big fan of praying, trust me. Esp Teraweh. Last time, Ernie and I will be at the back pushing and laughing WHILE PRAYING. We were so young and dumb I tell you. And we'd laugh so loud, we'd get scolded by our uncles later after teraweh finish HEHEHE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insyallah, this Ramadhan is filled with lotsa barakah and I hope to khatam the Quran. I'm at the last juz, and I hope Ustaz will let me read more of it before Ramadhan. Of which, EXAMS ARE OVER ! So I have all the time in the world for ibadah. INSYALLAH INSYALLAH INSYALLAH AMIN AMIN AMIN (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-8533586531912340859?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8533586531912340859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=8533586531912340859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/8533586531912340859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/8533586531912340859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/holy-month-ramadhan.html' title='The holy month, Ramadhan'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-3794024909018820863</id><published>2009-08-20T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:54:14.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revision can always wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=1711207564844464520&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG THIS IS A SUPER CLASSIC EXAMPLE OF NUR EDLIN EFFENDI RIGHT NOW. HOLIDAY MOOD, PLEASE GO AWAY. THERE'S STILL ONE MORE PAPER TO GO, ONE MORE CRUCIAL PAPER ! Start studying omg, and stop blogging !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Me and Spongebob, we enjoy procrastinating &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-3794024909018820863?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3794024909018820863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=3794024909018820863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/3794024909018820863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/3794024909018820863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/procrastination.html' title='Revision can always wait'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-8191200189377495758</id><published>2009-08-19T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:10:47.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mylifeisaverage.com"&gt;My life is average&lt;/a&gt;, is yours ? (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-8191200189377495758?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8191200189377495758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=8191200189377495758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/8191200189377495758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/8191200189377495758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/everyday-affair.html' title='Everyday Affair'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-4324215360585589831</id><published>2009-08-17T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:59:42.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JERK</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;THANK YOU, YOU BIGTIME PREMIUM #1 A-HOLE ! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go rot and decompose. Screw you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-4324215360585589831?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4324215360585589831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=4324215360585589831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/4324215360585589831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/4324215360585589831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/jerk.html' title='JERK'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-7391550041457198676</id><published>2009-08-15T22:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:47:37.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing your air &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"The best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with. "&lt;/i&gt; - Juno &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can make me laugh as hard as you can. And you're by far, the most sweetest guy ever HEHE. Know what boyfriend did, he changed my welcome message to "I love you, Baby". I don't off my phone, never. Everytime I do, it's cause we're in a fight and I so-called am trying to avoid him (when in actual fact, he can always just ring my house) But you get the point, when I on the phone still all hurt and angry. It'll just make me carve this special grin and all anger just poof! Hilang, dah takde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will frequently rub my knees everytime we ride home at night, cause I'm sucha weakling and I shiver so much when the cold wind "tornadise" and "tsunamise" my legs. Isn't he just so sweet ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like this quirky feeling that never dies out and it's so funny cause it gives all this butterflies on my tummy and this smile refuses to go away at all and it's like my feets not on the ground in this funny tiptoe manner feeling and I'm like floating and every single breath I take feel so Whoa refreshing and heartwarming it's like I'm la la la like that. You know, The heart will get this whoopeedoo feeling HEHEHE. Okay, crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so happy elated ecstatic on cloud 9 for the past few days despite having the fucken exams breathing down my neck every single min and sec of the day. And all this is because of &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou -chants it at the speed of light and keeps kissing you very fast macam cheetah eh cheetah hehehe-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-7391550041457198676?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7391550041457198676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=7391550041457198676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7391550041457198676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7391550041457198676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/breathing-your-air-3.html' title='Breathing your air &lt;3'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-5320998732696552436</id><published>2009-08-14T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:37:20.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big big week !</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SoQ8FYWmQUI/AAAAAAAACLA/vPUYcBFPkxE/s320/enam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369482718866719042" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SoQ735NvsOI/AAAAAAAACK4/GzPGtqK4cds/s320/lima.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369482487169790178" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SoQ73nkDORI/AAAAAAAACKw/RtGlX3G7v9U/s320/empat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369482482431506706" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SoQ73G_EStI/AAAAAAAACKo/GFZ7E13g7Vs/s320/tiga.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369482473686452946" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SoQ72dTAT8I/AAAAAAAACKg/MtsSXyjYZZs/s320/dua.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369482462495788994" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SoQ72BxDuzI/AAAAAAAACKY/HTpoC3LOQoo/s320/Satu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369482455105649458" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend got a yippee one week off after National Day and we've been seeing each other daily. I will never ever ever get sick of this guy, he's so irresistible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, highlights of the week. Like above, hooray ! We went to beach and we had the whole sea to ourselves until a whole group of guys and small portion of girls came like hurricane without no sign. Gave me the shivers especially when Boyfriend and I both were having a break from study. Fyi, he's helping me with HRL notes and I was studying for Biz Law tomorrow. Yeaps, fucking tomorrow. Haven't been preparing much, like always. Anyhow, we paid the Hawker centre a visit and found out we haven't withdrew cash and Zaini rushed off to withdrew. Only to find out there was an ATM nearby the hawker centre, damn bimbo I tell you. That guy is classic himbo also. The stingray, sotong, longans and lychees was to die for, tasted so damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, poor Edlin was down with stomach flu. I spent National Day with my favourite 4 year old and he vomited a good amount of liquid on me and it's so funny cause he speaks in sucha cute manner until I don't mind getting vomited, trust me. Okay too long a sentence. Anyways, yes, so that's how I got stomach flu. I was vomiting the whole day and I was crying and my bloody adorable boyfriend just stared at me and I think he was afraid to hug me (in fear I might suffocate, since I seem so fragile then), he took toilet paper and wiped my tears like super gentle. I ended up laughing instead of crying. This guy here is the cutest yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I couldn't even stand upright so we had to go to the clinic. And I had this sudden craving for Vitagen, so Mum and I got ourselves into this ugly squabble where I whined for Vitagen and she keeps on telling me No, cause it'll affect my digestive system further. SO LAMEZXZXZ, I REALLY WANTED THAT VITAGEN OKAY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the nights were spent keeping Daddyo company while he played takraw. Really funny, cause every night there has to be different sorts of humour for me to laugh at. And the boys keep me tickled all the time. I kinda enjoy being the Ref, as much as it's drying the saliva out of my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, off to bed. Tomorrow marks the first day of Examinations and I've to wake up wee early in the morning, when the brain's at its tip top condition and functionins the best (or so says Mama(Mum)) Lotsa love xoxoxoxo &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-5320998732696552436?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5320998732696552436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=5320998732696552436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/5320998732696552436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/5320998732696552436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-big-week.html' title='Big big week !'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SoQ8FYWmQUI/AAAAAAAACLA/vPUYcBFPkxE/s72-c/enam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-1372117159964090604</id><published>2009-08-03T23:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:11:13.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lap you clean-clean ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 79px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365763279233414850 border=0 alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SncFRf-K9sI/AAAAAAAACKI/-Nzkpks1liY/s400/DSCF4438-vert.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365763274170073138 border=0 alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SncFRNG-gDI/AAAAAAAACKA/_rkWcO8isjk/s400/DSCF4423-horz.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365763281707352786 border=0 alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SncFRpMAQtI/AAAAAAAACKQ/BRMIBtT2_M8/s400/DSCF4456-horz.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's running late, really late. 0100hrs to be exact and I'd get a good spank if Zaini finds out I'm still up after midnight. And so the routined spending-time-together went on, on the usualy days. Sundays and Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa turned 70 on Sunday and we had a mini celebration. There was the Chocolate Banana Secret Recipe to-die-for cake and Mee Soto and lotsa fruits (stress on &lt;b&gt;Grandpa's&lt;/b&gt; bday, senior citizens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I fell asleep on the com last night and didn't get to complete this post. Now you understand how tired I am and still tried my best to keep my blog updated. But, only to sleep halfway-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Sundays were left chillaxing so after we ate my grandma's place, DaddyO played takraw in the night and we hung out at my place thereafter. Like always, he accidentally slept at the couch and left me to exercise my fingers pushing the damn button of the remote control and no idea what to watch. I ended up staring at him sleeping and rubbing his extremely nice shaven bald head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday came so quick and we met at 8. We went to Causeway for sushi, and it wasn't enough but Zaini promised another time. And we were out of places to go, so we decided to chillax at Sembawang Park. I wanted to go Punggol End but Boyfriend didn't know the route, so too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you Imma sucker for Malay words;&lt;br /&gt;We were on the bike, and I was the one showing direction (happens one in a lifetime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : KANAN ! KANAN ! -but pointing vigorously to the left-&lt;br /&gt;Zaini : oi ! betul-betul la! ah ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: KANAN LAA ! KANAN ! -still pointing to the left-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I think Zaini knows me too well and somehow knew I was referring to left despite screaming Kanan crazy. He did get angry after and laughed it off, and made me sulk for ruffling my hair and ruining it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's another reason why you should believe I'm a bimbo(trust me, I'm still not)&lt;br /&gt;I was busy rubbing Zaini's head and laughing (I don't know why laughing, but laughing I am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you cancer ? &lt;br /&gt;Zaini: -looks at me in the weirdest manner ever-&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT? &lt;br /&gt;Zaini: -trying to mimick the way I talk- You is stupid to max. I am Zaini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I finally digested the whole thing, and started laughing till I teared for asking him if he was cancer when it was suppose to be Are you having cancer. GRRR, I get so mad at myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, lecture's at 1 and I haven't even bathe. It's 1007hrs, fyi. Siti is so noisy nowadays and if you see me online and not chatting with you, it's her. She finally memorized my password to log in to my laptop. Alright, lotsa love &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-1372117159964090604?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1372117159964090604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=1372117159964090604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1372117159964090604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1372117159964090604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/lap-you-clean-clean.html' title='Lap you clean-clean &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SncFRf-K9sI/AAAAAAAACKI/-Nzkpks1liY/s72-c/DSCF4438-vert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-565500431670437943</id><published>2009-08-01T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:21:18.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardy Mardy Hard Hard Hard</title><content type='html'>It's half past 11 and DaddyO's paying me a visit! I spent my Saturday studying with Ernie at Starbucks drinking the everybody-who-Ernie-loves-must-drink Caramel Coffee Jelly Frappucino Blended Coffee. Now say the 6 words I just typed out in the speed of light and Bingo! that's how fast Ernie can say it. Studying outside was so damn productive for the first time, must be the existence of Ernie. She looks so monstrous and nasty, that you get shivers looking at her so you are driven to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared shitless to open the door. I think I'd better text DaddyO to call me up so as to ensure it isn't whoever I think it is but him when I hear someone knocking on the door. Imagine if I get so paranoid and leave my boyfriend outside my house to wait and not open the door for him in fear of ghosts. CONFIRM KENA MAKI HAMUN I TELL YOU, HE WILL CINCANG ME LIKE DAGING KORBAN FOR SURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING OF WHICH, I'm on this mission to be less childish and more matured. Boyfriend gave me a hell of a scolding the other time for never being serious and always being too playful even when he's talking about something crucial. Like hello, what can be so crucial you tell me. Anyways, we had this huge catastrophic fight before I started crying and whining like some retarded woman and promise to behave and act my age. But right, but right, I still don't care actually. I'm stubborn like that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Boyfriend's probably on his way. But then again, he's clearing his mileage? so he's riding at the most unthinkable speed anyone can ever ride. But I think it's nice when you ride slow, and enjoy the scenery. Not rush at everything, right? Better be safe than sorry what. HAHAHA. Okay, I'm starting to blab and blabbing is not good. Goodnight fellas (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-565500431670437943?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/565500431670437943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=565500431670437943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/565500431670437943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/565500431670437943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/stardy-mardy-hard-hard-hard.html' title='Stardy Mardy Hard Hard Hard'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-2716303391674056050</id><published>2009-07-27T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T04:19:58.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's why I love you ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g258/popeyelicious/1-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g258/popeyelicious/2804.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g258/popeyelicious/flower.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g258/popeyelicious/hearts.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g258/popeyelicious/ships.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 0430 hours in the freaking morning and I haven't had my sleep. Project's driving me insane and it sucks even more when you get groupmates who are just too damn dumb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't stayed this up that long and for the first time, I'm actually not sleepy. Thanks DaddyO for entertaining me crazy and making me laugh balls eventhough I'm dead tired OMG BYE EDLIN NAK SLEEP ZZZZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-2716303391674056050?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2716303391674056050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=2716303391674056050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/2716303391674056050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/2716303391674056050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/thats-why-i-love-you.html' title='That&apos;s why I love you &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-542091306952159378</id><published>2009-07-23T02:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T02:24:12.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me, beneath the milky twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;That thing, that moment, when you kiss someone and everything around becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person and you realize that that person is the only person that you're supposed to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment you get this amazing gift and you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that that it will go away all at the same time.&lt;/b&gt; -Never Been Kissed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-542091306952159378?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/542091306952159378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=542091306952159378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/542091306952159378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/542091306952159378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/kiss-me-beneath-milky-twilight.html' title='Kiss me, beneath the milky twilight'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-1986699199580653830</id><published>2009-07-20T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:11:13.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SmRrU9acAcI/AAAAAAAACJ4/DSzPtLiIYhM/s400/webcam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360527464304738754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Zaini, I love Zaini, yes I do ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's are meant to be hated but just for today, it's awesome HEHEHE. Sweetheart's last day for his MC is today and because I'm having classes till 6, I made him webcam with me from from the start of class till the end of lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you go, My sleephead fell asleep while I was listening to the tchr in class. He is so adorable right, then I nudge him and it startled him. Priceless reaction, I love my boyfriend so much hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I promised Zaini I'll study Accountings today. I shall listen to Boyfriend or he'll pinch me all over later. This guy here thinks I'm some 7 year old and keeps on telling me this and that, the do's and don'ts. And he'll call me every once in a while to ask me if I've taken my medicine, if I've washed my leg, if I've remove my contacts. Feel so special yknow to have that someone always taking care of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch thinks I'm sucha faithful girlfriend who can never get sick of spending time with her boyfriend hahahaha. And she thinks I need to get a life. Of which I think I do, and enjoying it perfect :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-1986699199580653830?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1986699199580653830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=1986699199580653830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1986699199580653830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1986699199580653830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/precious-3.html' title='Precious &lt;3'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SmRrU9acAcI/AAAAAAAACJ4/DSzPtLiIYhM/s72-c/webcam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-6242583857001091508</id><published>2009-07-19T22:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:27:15.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When years starts lining my forehead</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SmMsi_OrPxI/AAAAAAAACJw/_JciEipOzkI/s400/goodnight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360176961101184786" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Listen, I've been married for twenty five years to the same wonderful, infuriating woman. And granted there are days when I want to light her on fire but I don't, because I love her. And that would be illegal. And you know something, and I might be old fashioned but when I said those vows, I meant them."&lt;/i&gt;- What happens in Vegas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-6242583857001091508?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6242583857001091508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=6242583857001091508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/6242583857001091508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/6242583857001091508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-years-starts-lining-my-forehead.html' title='When years starts lining my forehead'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SmMsi_OrPxI/AAAAAAAACJw/_JciEipOzkI/s72-c/goodnight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-912789251312044415</id><published>2009-07-19T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:39:46.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lovin' it! NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SmLMOkCpNzI/AAAAAAAACJo/XsztCU8K3cM/s400/Picture0105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360071057089312562" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SmLMOSo3wlI/AAAAAAAACJg/fD27fEBJXYA/s400/Picture0102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360071052417811026" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SmLMOKzWNnI/AAAAAAAACJY/5fmfavHnLRg/s400/Picture0101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360071050314266226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SmLMN2TIB4I/AAAAAAAACJQ/emAZfbKIZVQ/s400/Picture0100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360071044810409858" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREETINGS, PEOPLE OF EARTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to be studying, OMG. I don't know nuts about Accountings and I'm extremely screwed. And since I foresee myself flunging the paper, I thought; WHY NOT JSUT FORGET ABOUT IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaini is busy yawning beside me and abit abit also ask me to study. EH HELLO, ABANG PAPER, IT'S EASIER SAID THAN DONE OKAY! I want to eat, please buy me food thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaini's bike was sent for servicing and this guy so happy take train. Haiyoh, what a jakon this guy. Then text me how the aircon in the MRT is intriguing. WHAT A MEGA LOSER! &amp; he bought some cheapo phone that he is so proud of hahahaha. Okay sweetheart, no doubt the speaker's louder than mine but mine still rocks! Truth hurts, but let's face it okay. HEHEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang, face it. Me studying in the presence of you will never ever be productive. I thought you already knew you are a very bad influence HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-912789251312044415?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/912789251312044415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=912789251312044415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/912789251312044415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/912789251312044415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-lovin-it-not.html' title='I&apos;m lovin&apos; it! NOT!'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SmLMOkCpNzI/AAAAAAAACJo/XsztCU8K3cM/s72-c/Picture0105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-1634004211259961704</id><published>2009-07-18T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T00:47:37.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mister Paper, I love</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend is officially #1 Cutest Guy on Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: eh camne nak buat half-boiled egg eh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You put the egg inside hot water for a while, then when the bubbles stop coming out then you eat laa&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER EVERY 20 SECONDS&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: DAH? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then this guy go use stopwatch so 5 minutes exactly can eat his egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: eh got bubbles coming out from the egg -amazed voice-&lt;br /&gt;Me: yaa, then you wait until the bubbles stop coming out.&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: oh really okay I looking&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO! you roughly gauge laa. &lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: -exactly 5 minutes later- eh then I just need to crack the egg ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS GUY IS A GONE CASE, HALF-BOILED EGG ALSO DON'T KNOW HOW TO MAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN, OUT OF NOWHERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: Does it look weird if I sleep in my room but I don't want to sleep on my bed?&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHY THE HELL YOU DON'T WANT TO SLEEP ON YOUR BED?&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: Entah. Dah biasa ah NS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FREAKING BALLS -___________________________________-"&lt;br /&gt;Go donate to Somalia sudah your bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-1634004211259961704?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1634004211259961704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=1634004211259961704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1634004211259961704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1634004211259961704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/mister-paper-i-love.html' title='Mister Paper, I love'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-1740850825607613650</id><published>2009-07-17T23:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T00:12:42.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 days in heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SmCiBjsMItI/AAAAAAAACJI/n1gzFU57dTI/s400/Picture0068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359461704215044818" /&gt;I think I'm finally going to wash my smelly welly green spongebob after 7 years. Please tell me this is the right thing to do, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quickie post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Muhammad Ruzaini Khairil A got 7 DAYS MEDICAL CERTIFICATE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 We caught Harry Potter! Dad bought a car for nenek and got 7 free premiere tix! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Muhammad Ruzaini Khairil A got freaking 7 DAYS MC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 I got an A for the recent Family &amp; Youth Project. First time doing an individual project and getting A for it! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Muhammad Ruzaini Khairil A got a fucking freaking 7 DAYS MC OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 It's only the 4th Day! He's going to be around till Terrific Tuesday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine, I'll quit sounding like some bimbo. I'm not really like what you think it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend and I caught Secret! Jay Chou is so hmmm demure and innocent, makes you wanna pounce on him. And the movie never fail to make me cry even after the millionth time watching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart was down with fever a few days ago and hell, is he cranky or what? He hangs up the phone, leaves my place suddenly for no reason, and sometimes will just start scolding me. From today onwards, I will take care of him so well I make sure he never ever ever fall sick again. It's like a living nightmare hahaha. But it feels good each time he feels remorseful, he'll recite this whole cheesy corny stretch of words that sometimes don't make sense but when he say it. OMG SO CUTE, I'LL MELT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that he's up and about, and all fit and healthy. HE IS SO ANNOYING OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: yknow! Suci is sucha nice story! Really, it's so sad. Her 1st husband was in coma..&lt;br /&gt;DaddyO: Sedap?&lt;br /&gt;Me: HUH? &lt;br /&gt;DaddyO: Yala, you kata coma(kurma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I WAS VERY IRRITATED ALREADY CAUSE I SAY HE MISTER PAPER(skinny weeny celery) THEN HE CALL ME MISS BALL! WTH TRYING TO SAY I ROUND -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart can irritate me crazy until I'll sulk so bad, then keep on asking me about so many stupid things. And everything serious I say, he'll just laugh like in the most annoying way. Then I was taking a look at his tummy cause he kept shitting after eating his medicine then this bugger go and fart at me. And omg, the fart stink! Then I scold him, he scold me back! He say, "eh siapa punya kentut tak busuk?" WAH, STILL GOT THE CHEEKS TO GET ANGRY AT ME THIS FELLA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sayang my boyfriend more than you love any of yours and don't ask me how I know cause I just do. I'll just get haters for saying this right hahaha. Okay we love our boyfriend equal laa. Feels so great to be in love, right neninenipoopoo :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-1740850825607613650?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1740850825607613650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=1740850825607613650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1740850825607613650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1740850825607613650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/7-days-in-heaven.html' title='7 days in heaven'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SmCiBjsMItI/AAAAAAAACJI/n1gzFU57dTI/s72-c/Picture0068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-6220515739805744616</id><published>2009-07-13T20:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:19:27.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayangggg semuanya</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357926934105148866 border=0 alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SlsuKLfVzcI/AAAAAAAACJA/fmJfxgCJXFQ/s400/durian.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357926927698770994 border=0 alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SlsuJzn8PDI/AAAAAAAACI4/Gibo3CdZWhg/s400/horix-vert.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That below proves how much of a noob we are. We were trying to figure out where the mic was for my laptop. There were plenty of other videos showing how dumb we were, but this shall do. This is our happy faces after we finally found out where the mic for my laptop was. Look at our spastic happy faces HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally discovered what might have worsen my throat. Durians ! Boyfriend, Sadiq and I bought D24 durians. We bought one each hahaha. Imagine, D24durians OMG. It's to die for and after that, even my pee smelt like durian. The smell lingers forever. So it's 9PM and Zaini won't be here until probably wednesday for nights out (a mere 2-3 hours) and leave again until Saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was really sweet of him to have spent the whole day today taking care of me HEHEHE. I even made him feed me my cough syrup hahaha, I'm sucha baby OMG. Must stop acting cute already. And we went SINARAN! cause I was whining for seafood fried rice hehehe. It's so sedap, with the baby squids to add to the whole mouth-watering tasty food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the medicine's acting on me. I need to sleep. We were watching 40 year old virgin in the morning and I slept right after. I'm sucha retard, I cannot survive not more than 3 hours after I eat any medicine that reads "May cause drowsiness" Off to sleep, toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-53b8d7ebf9822d82" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D53b8d7ebf9822d82%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279993%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E9549D429E3BD9D0EAD1EA002CB44415F2C9158.630E0622035A391DD2E3D2F075CF327668B0380D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D53b8d7ebf9822d82%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpdRCObFwfvt1o4cSiNF54s8UknU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D53b8d7ebf9822d82%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331279993%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E9549D429E3BD9D0EAD1EA002CB44415F2C9158.630E0622035A391DD2E3D2F075CF327668B0380D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D53b8d7ebf9822d82%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpdRCObFwfvt1o4cSiNF54s8UknU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-6220515739805744616?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=53b8d7ebf9822d82&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6220515739805744616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=6220515739805744616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/6220515739805744616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/6220515739805744616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/sayangggg-semuanya.html' title='Sayangggg semuanya'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SlsuKLfVzcI/AAAAAAAACJA/fmJfxgCJXFQ/s72-c/durian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-3299146660514497248</id><published>2009-07-13T11:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T11:16:44.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a saw in my throat :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SlqmtYh4kPI/AAAAAAAACIw/1Tbr8P-x-EM/s400/Picture0064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357778005319520498" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DaddyO: Baby ! Go check your blog ! There's a big typo, serious. -cannot make it laughter-&lt;br /&gt;Myself: HUH ? You sure anot ? Surely Mas tag right about the typo ?&lt;br /&gt;DaddyO: No serious, go check !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; when I checked, Mr Very-Adorable actually intruded my privacy and posted at my blog. Ruzaini is cute like that. HAHAHA Boyfriend's super funny sometimes. And his surprises all cannot make it one, but that makes it so much cuter yknow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF WHICH, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself what was supposedly 3 days MC but I insisted on 2 days (I know, so unlike myself) Guess what I'm "suffering" from ? Sore throat ! Just Sore Just Throat Just so lame sickness and the doctor made it sound like it was the apocalypse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat's really badly swollen that when I look up you can actually see the really big lump. It's 1.5cm, idk what this measurement is but the doctor mentioned 1.5cm in a very serious tone so I assume it must be huge. And it hurts like mad/crazy/insane/OMG. But c'mon, 3 days MC at least be abit realistic. And the best part was when she placed what felt like extreme mega force on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor : -pressing onto my poor throat-&lt;br /&gt;Myself : -caught off guard- OUCH ! eh eh ! Pain pain pain ! -ACCIDENTALLY touched her, to push her away-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doctor : EH DON'T TOUCH ME ! -RUSHED OFF TO WASH HANDS WITH SOAPS AND SCRUB IT TILL I BET IT BECAME SUPER ALKALINE- &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S UP WITH THAT ?! For the first time in my life, I felt so hmmm dirty. It was 10 in the morning and I still smell of Johnson's baby, mind you. With the sweet-smelling lotion on my body. AND THIS WOMAN DOWN HERE LIKE TREATING ME LIKE SOME RUBBISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry Boyfriend for not being able to go to Auntie's later with you to get your bike stuffs. Both my parents are psyched and they're sealing the door shut, making sure I don't go out. For fear of contracting H1NI. If only my parents were like Republic Polytechnic, wouldn't it be great. They'd take H1NI lightly, and I can go out. HAHAHAHA. OKAY BYE BOYFRIEND DAH SAMPAI !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-3299146660514497248?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3299146660514497248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=3299146660514497248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/3299146660514497248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/3299146660514497248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-saw-in-my-throat.html' title='There&apos;s a saw in my throat :('/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SlqmtYh4kPI/AAAAAAAACIw/1Tbr8P-x-EM/s72-c/Picture0064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-6641111216302633369</id><published>2009-07-13T01:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:57:16.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;my name is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MUHAMMAD RUZAINI BIN KHAIRIL ANUAR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to say that i love NUR EDLIN EFFENDI OTHMAN SARMANI KHAS banyak2!!&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, through thick and thin, we'll always stay together. promise.&lt;br /&gt;insyallah amin. :D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-6641111216302633369?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6641111216302633369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=6641111216302633369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/6641111216302633369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/6641111216302633369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello.html' title='hello.'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-6260325230286706709</id><published>2009-07-11T07:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T07:41:53.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all I ask and all you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SlfRtYgpwbI/AAAAAAAACIo/dj_tcWOPq1E/s320/DSCF4249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356980859384218034" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hard to breathe, Feels like floating&lt;br /&gt;So full of love my heart's exploding &lt;br /&gt;Mouth is dry, Hands are shaking&lt;br /&gt;My heart is yours for the taking &lt;br /&gt;Acting weird, Not myself&lt;br /&gt;Dancing around like the Keebler elf &lt;br /&gt;Finally time, for this poor schlubb&lt;br /&gt;To know how it feels to fall in lub&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-6260325230286706709?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6260325230286706709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=6260325230286706709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/6260325230286706709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/6260325230286706709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-all-i-ask-and-all-you-are.html' title='It&apos;s all I ask and all you are'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SlfRtYgpwbI/AAAAAAAACIo/dj_tcWOPq1E/s72-c/DSCF4249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-7051956282916199362</id><published>2009-07-10T18:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:15:35.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever &amp; Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Why you should never text me so early in the morning and expect a reply&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'm sorry if I was a jerk yesterday dear. I really am. Good Morning baby. I love you oh so much and never I want to let you go okay ?" &lt;/i&gt;- DaddyO 0516hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"No sweetheart. You're not a jerk. I'm jrst adjoi zzzzz ollthtslise exxitsmvs" - &lt;/i&gt;Myself 0523hrs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more to that and I swear I amuse myself so much sometimes. That is one disadvantage of using dictionary, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The reason why I love &lt;b&gt;Muhammad Ruzaini Kharil A&lt;/b&gt; (:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby, I know you're hurt sometimes baby. I'm hurt too not meeting you. I know you feel the pain much greater than daddy. But daddy's always here to make you feel better. Just have to trust me. That's what relationship are for. Relying with each other and depending on one another. Just that sometimes it'll take me a lil longer to contact you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Da la baby. We'll get through this, Insyallah. Don't you agree that if we can get by this two years while I'm in NS, there'll be no obstacles we cannot overcome? I love you so much baby. Daddy always forgive you. Always :-)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry too baby. I know sometimes I'm a jerk as well. Don't worry baby. You're the greatest thing too. Everybody makes mistakes and they have their limits. I'll do my best to ensure you won't be sad-sad and make you very happy k syg?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course sayang. You're perfect. And you complete me. Just that sometimes we get too angry and lonely that we don't think. I promise to be a better man for my baby. Be it now, or later, most importantly, &lt;b&gt;forever&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAYANGGGG MY BOYFRIEND SO BIG-BIG AND HUGE-HUGE. LIKE THE UNIVERSE, YOU KNOW hehehe :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-7051956282916199362?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7051956282916199362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=7051956282916199362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7051956282916199362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7051956282916199362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/forever-always.html' title='Forever &amp; Always'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-7245838557219428316</id><published>2009-07-09T08:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:42:47.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution : Very Emo Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SlU59tv-UvI/AAAAAAAACIY/OmyYMx06zH4/s320/HEA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356251064242688754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of reminder: It's 0811hrs and here I am so hyped up for school and extremely early. Class' starting at 0830, for some reason I'm already in class blogging. Actually, it was more of I've bloghopped and am blogging right now. So you can roughly gauge how early I was and how long I've been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I came across someone's blog and she spoke on how one might never be too sure what the outcome might be as much as you work super hard for it. So it set me thinking. What if, maybe, all that I've worked for prayed for wished and hoped for never will turn out the way I wanted it to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it gave me the shivers. I hate screwing up. I hate to disappoint, again. I hate to hurt, again. &amp; I'd hate going thru the great ordeal it took to be what and where I am right now. I hate so much, and never will I want to be caught in such a situation like that ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that if maybe this time I was much careful, I study everything one at a time and calculate accurately all the outcomes/possibilities. Maybe, just maybe I won't screw up. Sounds nice, doesn't it ? So perfect, so smooth sailing and really calm and predictable. No surprises, no hurts, no unforeseen circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who we kidding ? Now, I realised how Nisa made much sense when she mentioned that at the end of the day, it's all left to fate. No matter how much effort you put innit, if you're not meant for it then you're not. So I question, is Zaini meant for me ? is this course where I'm supposed to be ? Will this happy family last eternally ? I don't question fate, I don't have the right to I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sucha mean person for saying all this, but I CANNOT HELP DAMMIT BUT TO THINK :'(&lt;br /&gt;I have and will forever and always wish for happily ever after. Please God, hear my cry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranoia is taking its toll on me, &lt;strike&gt;FML&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Idk how catastrophic it might get when Zaini reads this, cause he'd go crazy if he finds out I said FML teehee)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-7245838557219428316?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7245838557219428316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=7245838557219428316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7245838557219428316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7245838557219428316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/caution-very-emo-post.html' title='Caution : Very Emo Post'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SlU59tv-UvI/AAAAAAAACIY/OmyYMx06zH4/s72-c/HEA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-9006429766563824135</id><published>2009-07-08T22:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:21:25.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Post No. 100</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SlS4RiYGf_I/AAAAAAAACIA/rAlJR4UcgmY/s400/S7301475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356108468275544050" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ordinary, plain and simple&lt;br /&gt;Typical, this Everyday Love &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as there's an insanely crazy amount of projects due really soon and an upcoming Accounting's test this monday. Adding on to the fact that I'm totally clueless for all 3 lects/tuts tested cause I'm hopeless like that. I am still a very extremely ultra mega hyper deluxe happy girl because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;Bitch and I spent the whole day together. Time spent with this girl is so nice and all worth it everytime. It's cause we'll talk on issues I never get to talk to anyone else; Singaporeans lingo, Foreigners, Private issues hehehe, MALAYS CHINESE INDIAN MINDIANS CHINDIANS CHILAYU INDIAN-MUSLIM CAUCASIANS FILIPINOS OH-YOU-GET-THE-POINT-DON'T-YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend's feeling so much better and his voice is alot more hmmmm un-hoarse and yeah, a lil on the not sexy side now since hahaha. Okay kidding, it's been sexy all the while. And we haven't had any fights, NOT EVEN MY CHILDISH SQUABBLE, just yet. Which is good, for the time being only. Hopefully for the whole week. &amp; RECOVER FULLY SWEETHEART ! I DON'T WANT A TINGE OF THE FLU GERM ON YOU !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;I'm cultivating this really good habit of not going home late everytime I'm alone. Even when I'm out with DA BITCH. Usually the earliest I'll be home when I'm with her is like 10? But today I went home before 9 and I'm so proud of myself. Since the encounter of a flasher at CCK, I'm totally freaked to walk home alone. Not unless Zaini's around to ride me home. If not, I'll usually walk via yew tee or just the 302 service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I'VE GOT AT LEAST 3 TESTS/PROJECTS DUE NEXT WEEK AND I'VE NOT EVEN STARTED (YES EMPHASIS ON NOT EVEN STARTED)ON A SINGLE ONE. I'm trouble, tell me about it. But life's sucha breeze whenever Zaini's around. So let's lay back, stay extremely calm and collected, cause hell yeah (with the slang to it) I'll do it ! Fucking hell, god knows how this keeps me being a happy girl -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW THAT THIS IS THE 100TH POST FOR ELUROPHOBIAAA.BS ! I know it is really puny and nitty as compared to the previous blog I've been keeping up since Secondary sch (I think it was close to a few hundreds posts) BUT HELLO, MY 100TH POST. I'm opening a bottle, tonight to celebrate this auspicious moment.(HAHAHAHA IN MY DREAMS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm working on retail right now and it's so lame how we've to present one question on a ppt. Which is like a mere slide and I swear I've no idea how they're going to expect the whole group to present it. Maybe I should start on dividing the sentences into bits and parts. It'd be so adorable, 5 people saying bits and parts of a complete sentence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before I crap further, and waste idk. I think I might have wasted approx 4 mins of it, Let's put it to an end, and goodbye. (I KNOW, OMG, SO CLASSIC WAY OF ENDING A POST)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-9006429766563824135?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9006429766563824135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=9006429766563824135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/9006429766563824135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/9006429766563824135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-post-no-100.html' title='Hey Post No. 100'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SlS4RiYGf_I/AAAAAAAACIA/rAlJR4UcgmY/s72-c/S7301475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-1959834212672277530</id><published>2009-07-07T22:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:49:44.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Happyville</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g258/popeyelicious/1-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g258/popeyelicious/2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g258/popeyelicious/3-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g258/popeyelicious/4-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g258/popeyelicious/5-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Ruzaini introduced me to &lt;b&gt;Happyville&lt;/b&gt; and I love him so much for bringing me there cause it was so calm and cool. He used to call it stress city cause that's where they (ELF) supposedly go each time they're stress. But I'm stress-free (or so I think) so there's nothing destress about so it's renamed Happyville by ME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart isn't talking to me for the night. My poor Honey's down with flu and he's got a really bad headache. For once, I actually did not whine when he wanted to put the phone down early. I'm suchan angel, tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get Well Soon, DaddyO !&lt;br /&gt;Nobody loves Mr Snuffles, right ?&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, RUZAINI &lt;3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful... literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you'll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 MINS AGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti : WHY IS YOUR LEG DIRTY ! GO AND WASH YOU LEG ! -super motherly tone-&lt;br /&gt;Ernie : NOOOOO IT'S NOT -very sad and pitiful voice-&lt;br /&gt;Siti : -hits her with book-&lt;br /&gt;Ernie : reallyyyy, it's not -sad face-&lt;br /&gt;Siti : -examines leg- Oh it's not, it's your urat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY CUTE, IT'S LIKE SITI'S PLAYING THE BIG SISTER ROLE AND ERNIE'S SO SAD SHE GOT SCOLDED. Ernie is practicing her oral and it's funny shitless. How she tries to speak in the Warta Berita accent. I &amp;hearts; ZAINI, BYE !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-1959834212672277530?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1959834212672277530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=1959834212672277530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1959834212672277530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1959834212672277530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/down-happyville.html' title='Down Happyville'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-5457519336027003911</id><published>2009-07-07T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:30:50.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ♥ BBYGRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTEr&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kviolet.blogspot.com"&gt;SWEET LIKE SUGAR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/CENTEr&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-5457519336027003911?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5457519336027003911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=5457519336027003911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/5457519336027003911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/5457519336027003911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-bbygrl.html' title='I &amp;hearts; BBYGRL'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-7026996661798255771</id><published>2009-07-06T01:39:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:05:04.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a-okay !</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g258/popeyelicious/1-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g258/popeyelicious/7-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Boyfriend ! I love Boyfriend ! Yes I do ! Yes I do ! -Are-you-sleeping-sing-song-tune-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not anything new, I know. My very beloved Boyfriend got me tix to NDP (I know I've mentioned in the previous post, shutup) It wasn't the full dress, but 75% of them had their costumes/uniforms on so it was somewhat close to the actual performance. Of course, not considering the fact that one host (Suhaimi Yusof) was not around and the hosts was really new to the script so they were really lame at some point. Or how you see empty holes in between displays (I bet all this are the notorious ones skipping reherseals, flashback moment abit haha I was notorious, or at least I thought so) The fireworks was way awesome, for a preview. And the videos were so touching, I promise. They made it really sweet and very inspirational and make you feel so proud being a Singaporean. I &amp;hearts; SG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadiq, Qin and Mirul (all Boyfriend's friend) stayed with me throughout the performance and even after till 11 cause we were waiting for Dear Zaini. They insisted on staying cause they didn't want me left alone, so sweeeeet right. Boyfriend's have the greatest most gentleman friends ever. (Try saying in thick American accent) Well, of course, that's where he posses his charms from. Being rather manly and working those magic with them girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Eh, I think Zaini lambat(late) yknow, you all wanna go off first tak ?&lt;br /&gt;Qin : Edlin ! Kau boleh tahan tak ? &lt;br /&gt;Me : huh ? -mega ultra clueless-&lt;br /&gt;Qin: Tempat ni keras tau, nanti kau tak boleh handle !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, these buggers were convincing me that the place was rather errr haunted, so I kept turning back cause hmmmm (trying to figure out how to explain) AHHH It's like someone just told you there's a ghost at that spot and you pass by that spot you can't help but to feel as if there's something at that spot (WOO REPETITION OF AT THAT SPOT THRICE IN A SENTENCE, sue me Ernie for run-on sentence again). Yknow, mind over matter kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; after what seemed like forever, Zaini finally came. Dear dear Edlin was hungry hehehe, so we went to railway ! Yknow what's the best part about having a bike, IT'S SO DAMN CONVENIENT OMG. I get to eat like all over Singapore yknow, can become host for Jalan Jalan Cari Makan. Zaini brings me to Afghanistan (its really just located at Tamp, not like what you think it is) and so many different al-ameens and Cahaya and _____ and _____ (cannot remember seriously, left it blank thinkin I might fill it up but oops sorry no idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH AN INCIDENT at railway. That made Zaini bursts his top at me,  seriously deserved it. I know. Sorry if you're not malay speaking, go translate.com (does this even exists)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME : Kak, nasi goreng &lt;br /&gt;Lady : Nasi Goreng apa ?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Nasi goreng apa ada ?&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Nasi goreng ikan bilis, nasi goreng kampung&lt;br /&gt;Me : Nasi Goreng Seafood&lt;br /&gt;Lady : tkde, dekat belakang ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I confidently turn back and told Zaini I wanted to go get at the stall, then she pointed beside the Mama stall. And I swear I thought I saw another stall, but no door to it sorta thing. So I assumed the stall was located outside, along the road(WHAT THE BIMBO SHIT) And the we popped our head out, and guess what. Bloody mirror, cheat my feelings. THERE WAS A MIRROR BESIDE THE MAMA SHOP, SO THOSE PEOPLE IN THE MIRROR LOOKING SO BUSY IS NOT SO PEOPLE AFTERALL, THEY'RE REFLECTIONS. Oh yes, he was already pissed beforehand cause I insisted on bringing my sculpted balloon along when we wanted to order food hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g258/popeyelicious/1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g258/popeyelicious/2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g258/popeyelicious/3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g258/popeyelicious/5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g258/popeyelicious/6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g258/popeyelicious/7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The digicam is driving me nuts, I swear. It's like, one minute WHOA! SO CLEAR! and the next DAMN! SO BLURR! Although sometimes the effect the camera pull is kinda wicked cool but still ! Camera's are meant to be clear, and no need effect not if I never apply for effect, hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a great day. We played pool. We ate the forgotten-but-now-remembered Banditto Pocket (FAVOURITE YOU, ALA ALA KEBAB) We bought the Baby Bop Magic Sand Craft. We got Gelato's ice cream. We got wet and laugh crazy. I got 100% on How well do you know Zaini hehehe. I've got exra 3 holes in my left ear cause Zaini bought me this cutesy sweetie studs. Zaini brought me down and up the carpark 238109382 times cause we were stuck and we didn't want to get wet oh and bored. I was infront him when he was riding so it's almost as if I got the feeling of riding the bike I LEARNT ABOUT GEARS OMG OMG OMG I DROPPED A GEAR AND CHANGED IT TO NEUTRAL THIS IS LIKE CRAZY INSANE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S WRONG WITH BLOGGER ! I'VE BEEN DRAFTING THIS POST FOR DAYS, I WANT TO POST PICTURES. I DAMN SAD ALREADY LIKE THIS, I DON'T WANT BLOG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-7026996661798255771?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7026996661798255771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=7026996661798255771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7026996661798255771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7026996661798255771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/lifes-too-perfect.html' title='a-okay !'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-8004017235019893667</id><published>2009-07-03T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T20:28:41.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star bursts, Comets &amp; Glitters up above !</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Ok Geng kita telah dijemput oleh Kementerian Masyarakat Empat Penjuru (KMEP). &lt;br /&gt;Mission kita kali ni adalah untuk memperbaiki tahap dan kualiti persembahan NDP 09 tahun ini. &lt;br /&gt;Kirekan mcm kalau ape yang kurang kita tambah, ape yg terlebih kita kurangkan. Faham!? AINK!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ok, aku da hubungi Mat Focus kita Encik Ruzaini aka Boi. Informasi yang aku dapat dari dia adalah yg kita mesti ada kat dalam stadium terapung tu sbelum 1630hrs (4:30pm).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jadi aku pun da set up plan pukul rape nak umpa dan kat ane nak umpa Edlin pasal dialah yang menentukan nasib kita untuk masuk. So Edlin jgn lmbt dan jgn bnyk songeh. Klu kita lmbt tkpe Tap kamu makesure jangan! TANX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love all Ruzaini's friends, ELF ? HEHEHE. I was feeling alot like shit today, until Orang Kedah came online to make me laugh crazy in the library. In case you didn't know, I was at Woodlands Library from 12 to 5 doing Business Law and I finished up the whole report with Jonna via MSN. I love Jonna, she is so efficient OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, above was the email Qin sent to those who were going. Boyfriend got me tix, I love him more today HAHAHA And the email made me laugh so bad. Poor thing right Daddyo, they call him Mat Focus. Focus cause he is a Mister Specsy LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in an awkward scenarion right now. We 3 girls are watching News with Papa. Why news ? Why Papa ? ERRRRR WEIRD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-8004017235019893667?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8004017235019893667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=8004017235019893667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/8004017235019893667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/8004017235019893667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/star-bursts-comets-glitters-up-above.html' title='Star bursts, Comets &amp; Glitters up above !'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-7361787021759769817</id><published>2009-06-30T10:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:16:28.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woopsy Daisy hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lb2JV_WCttc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lb2JV_WCttc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi Lovato is so cute, OH-EM-GEE. And the way she reacted after the fall, super duper &lt;b&gt;ke ai&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out, a lil bit after 1 minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-7361787021759769817?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7361787021759769817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=7361787021759769817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7361787021759769817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7361787021759769817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/woopsy-daisy-hahaha.html' title='Woopsy Daisy hahaha'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-1889100143068671401</id><published>2009-06-29T01:05:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:52:05.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the one he love</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Skej5aIObUI/AAAAAAAACCI/WmK1mEhLxOk/s400/cats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352426888814816578" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't much but it's all I can do. I know it's kinda cheesy and corny, but hey that's what love's made me. Daddyo said I'm getting very very pampered these days, till it's too much. But I know he doesn't mean it, right sayang right ? I never eat my medicine with Coke anymore yknow, I'm starting to listen now hehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2 #" color="#FF0000"&gt;Here's a few things to know about him&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul type="circle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;He’ll never love you as much as his mum. Live with it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; He mixes his food in total mess and has the worst table manners ever, so beware. And don’t tell him not to, let him because it’s adorable. It really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Let him worry about you, because it’s what he does best. He’ll never stop worrying about you, not for a second. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Always tell him where you’re going. Even to step out of the house to throw rubbish, you better do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Must always remember to salam him, you don’t want him talking about it later that you did not (ungkit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Never forget to wear the ring, he’ll &lt;u&gt;freak out.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Don't ever attempt to tell a lie (white or black), or you'll regret it. Cause he’ll just know. He always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Tell him every single detail about your day, every day. Don't miss a thing, even to the toilet. He loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hug him tight occasionally on the bike, he feels loved every time you do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Even if you’re angry at him, always tell him to ride safely when he’s leaving. He secretly loves it, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Kiss him in public, every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Let him buy the food and carry the tray, it makes him feel like a man. I don’t know how it does, but it works for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Go shopping with him and you &lt;u&gt;must&lt;/u&gt; give comments. If he brings you out for shopping, its cause your opinion matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Say &lt;u&gt;“I love you”&lt;/u&gt; whenever you feel it, anytime anywhere. Even if you’re fighting or on the highways, just as long as you mean it cause he’ll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Give him random compliments in between talks, it’ll make him laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Let him straighten his hair once in a while, he thinks he looks best when his hair is straight. I still love his curly hair, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Let him know your friends and family, it’ll make him feel belonged and he’ll love you for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; When you’re fighting, act cute. He’s a sucker for cute girls who pouts lips and when you start asking “Do you love me?” Try the puppy face sometime's quite useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Don’t &lt;i&gt;ever ever ever&lt;/i&gt; insult yourself, or say you’re useless in any way. It’d just make him more pissed than he already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; When he starts scolding and raising his voice,&lt;u&gt; Shut Up&lt;/u&gt; &amp; &lt;u&gt;Listen&lt;/u&gt;. It’ll make him feel guilty later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; If all else fails, &lt;b&gt;CRY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I don't have to write it down&lt;br /&gt;I know that you'll be around&lt;br /&gt;When the days are long the loves goes on&lt;br /&gt;And everything that has gone wrong&lt;br /&gt;Is brought into the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are, you are the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;And you are, you are the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;I tried for years to get this right&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not about to lose this fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Skep3BLIoeI/AAAAAAAACCQ/kGiTaK6tcnE/s400/Picture0054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352433444826161634" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;HAPPY FOURTEENTH, HONEYBUNS(:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yknow I love you&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-1889100143068671401?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1889100143068671401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=1889100143068671401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1889100143068671401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/1889100143068671401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-one-he-loves.html' title='On the one he love'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Skej5aIObUI/AAAAAAAACCI/WmK1mEhLxOk/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-313816336768051674</id><published>2009-06-25T17:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T19:37:59.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHORElidays</title><content type='html'>As much as it freaks the daylight out of me to know that someone somebody out there is secretly taking credit for my &lt;B&gt;VERY ORIGINAL&lt;/B&gt; work, I'll still blog. And luckily I stumbled upon a friend's blog (thanks yaneey), if not I wouldn't have known. But oh wells, it don't matter. Infringement is so yesterday and like hello, eventually it'll come to light who he/she (highly likely a she) is. Can't help being too popular, can you hehehehe. &amp; reality check, please. Nobody can pull Edlin off better than I can (duh I am edlin) Okay Nur Edlin has got the thickest skin yet, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SkNTcZNhuHI/AAAAAAAACAQ/dsTyUYz23iM/s400/Moment0347..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351212529515346034" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SkNTcKQmgoI/AAAAAAAACAI/2BO-dyXTPM0/s400/DSCF4262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351212525501710978" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SkNTb2Z9aiI/AAAAAAAACAA/E-Lis9PoVlc/s400/DSCF4257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351212520172251682" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SkNTbi-TSsI/AAAAAAAAB_4/T9CC47ZU4ds/s400/DSCF4245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351212514955971266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SkNTbXAyVJI/AAAAAAAAB_w/tk-3kyNpMPc/s400/DSCF4242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351212511745168530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of which, HOLIDAYS HAVE BEEN AWESOME. Daddyo had an extremely loooooooong (you have to drag it to feel it) book out this time. Except, he had to bookout only on Sunday. And went back on Monday but met me again on Monday Night. Confusing, much. Anyhow, we had a good Monday Tuesday Wednesday together. Been long since we had this much time together, and obviously (like duh) I MET HIM EVERY SINGLE DAY OF EACH BOOKOUT. I am an extremely 24 hour girlfriend, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddyo brought me to stress city and upon reaching, I was playing the role of a ballerina which was so funny cause he ended up talking to himself most of the time while I sing to the tune of some malay songs but with my own lyrics, obviously. There's seriously nothing I love more than to hug him at the back while he ride his bike, cause trust me when I say he is literally hot. You get so cozy when you hug him, and I'd have doze off anytime if not for safety precautions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know ?! Sweetheart spilled a cup full of vanilla coke on me while I was savouring my tomyam banmian at Causeway Banquet. And when it spilled, he had NO REACTION. He merely ask me, in what seemed like an extremely cool kacang tone "Spilled on you eh?" And I wanted to get angry but I know I can't cause we were already making a scene with the water spilling all over me. I just stared for a moment (took time to actually digest the fact that I have vanilla coke on me) and I instantly dashed to the toilet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT ? When I came back, still partially wet and smelling alot like vanilla, MUHAMMAD RUZAINI WAS BUSY FISHING OUT CHIKEN FROM HIS BOWL AND EATING HIS HEARTS OUT. And when I sat, he was smiling like some super chikopeh and sooooo if you've known us really long you'd kinda guess what he'd say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddyo : Eh, this will be like a memory if one day we look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; when I heard that, I wanted to poke him in the eye and dig his eyeballs out already. But clearly, I did not. Instead I couldn't help but to laugh. What the hell right, this bloody buggger spill drinks on you. LAUGH. AND STILL HAVE THE CHEEKS TO MENTION HOW IT'D BE A GOOD MEMORY IN YEARS TO COME. cheesy sia my boyfriend. And for that, Zaini says I'm officially the nicest girlfriend he's ever had. Duh, nothing new hehehehe right sayang right :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt; NOW, THAT'S ENOUGH OF HIGHLIGHTS ON BOYFRIEND &lt;br /&gt;UP NEXT, ON THE FANTABULOUS FANTASTIC FUNKY FUN FAMILY &lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY ONE&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SkNhgY-D8cI/AAAAAAAACCA/0uSQZCWiQ1s/s400/!DSCF4042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351227991332745666" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SkNVOhPNl3I/AAAAAAAACA4/gh8J86dl5QY/s400/!DSCF4068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351214490174986098" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SkNVOREynoI/AAAAAAAACAw/kIBMISLP1RE/s400/!DSCF4062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351214485836308098" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SkNVOM3kw2I/AAAAAAAACAo/qkDrYhzKJQ8/s400/!DSCF4041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351214484707132258" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SkNVNi0J1gI/AAAAAAAACAg/PDMXBWDKsi8/s400/!DSCF4030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351214473418495490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so keen on snapping pics that we actually bothered to clean the room up before snapping. Very UN-ernie and extremely Edlin (i'm a clean person, not like Ernie hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;DAY TWO&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SkNWsnACSqI/AAAAAAAACBg/vyrt1TcE0-s/s400/DSCF4154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351216106629647010" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SkNWsfGULPI/AAAAAAAACBY/zPlBxx0f2QU/s400/DSCF4147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351216104508501234" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SkNWsRPCCII/AAAAAAAACBQ/xqfWVxjZ0W0/s400/DSCF4118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351216100786964610" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SkNWsJTvcTI/AAAAAAAACBI/4NkZYJogsMs/s400/DSCF4104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351216098659234098" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SkNWr1d55vI/AAAAAAAACBA/m4cXPbXy3-k/s400/DSCF4098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351216093333153522" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SkNYd1QdW4I/AAAAAAAACB4/0EFmMshFZVw/s400/DSCF4223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351218051781843842" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SkNYdiYr8yI/AAAAAAAACBw/wXacIO_y3bw/s400/DSCF4232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351218046716080930" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SkNYddjNtcI/AAAAAAAACBo/rVMbFXE3eiU/s400/DSCF4171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351218045418059202" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was really an obligation, I tell you. Thanks to my big mouth, we promised Siti we'd have camping. I was sleeping towards the end but Ernie was screaming at my ears and I swear I felt like I tore an ear muscle(total crap, haha) Zaini was already having his bookout then, so i'm the HOES BEFORE BROS sort (LOVER BEFORE SISTER? ZZZ) Towards the end, I ended up ditching them and talking to Zaini instead and logging into facebook to beat Zaini's high score. I'm sucha boyfriend girl, so ke ai right.(actually ernie still owns the ke ai title, but i'll borrow it for the moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye. Very rude way of ending a post but we're (siblings and mama) discussing whether we should go catch ice age 3 tmr and do smthg to our hair! Definitely more interesting than posting these words that don't really mean much if you carefully look at it cause I'm a total beat around the bush person (zaini told me this and my heart shattered) He thinks I tend to stutter alot and I complicate uncomplicated things alot to become complicated. JUST DID IT AGAIN. BYE BYE BYE I LOVE RUZAINI I LOVE ERNIE I LOVE SITI (people I love names all rhyme with each other)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before anything, i love ernie cause she's so awesom posum. ernie, U.R.A.Q.T.π  (just so you know π is pi!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-313816336768051674?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/313816336768051674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=313816336768051674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/313816336768051674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/313816336768051674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/whorelidays.html' title='WHORElidays'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SkNTcZNhuHI/AAAAAAAACAQ/dsTyUYz23iM/s72-c/Moment0347..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-4444661405646135574</id><published>2009-06-21T08:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T08:22:25.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typozzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; &amp; I bet there'll be plenty of errors in the previous posts, but I refused to make amendments. Cause Mas and Hudy will do the honour of spotting it, right right right ? :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Never gone, Never far&lt;br /&gt;In my heart is where you are&lt;br /&gt;Always close, Everyday&lt;br /&gt;Every step along the way&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-4444661405646135574?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4444661405646135574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=4444661405646135574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/4444661405646135574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/4444661405646135574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/typozzzz.html' title='Typozzzz'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-7867232231524771655</id><published>2009-06-21T07:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T08:16:56.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a great day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Sj11ZBKv80I/AAAAAAAAB_A/tVder2DoVuM/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349561005056717634" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Sj11Y1YaTUI/AAAAAAAAB-4/UA6X56aCFCI/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349561001892793666" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite 4 girls in Woodlands Sec ! After what seemed like donkey years, we finally had a decent proper outing last Wednesday. As per usual, Lala is traditionally late. Anyhow, there were so many things to catch up on. And this time with so much time, we managed to even highlight on all the juicy details of our life. You should really listen to all the kick ass awesome time Wani had back at her school in Norway. It's wicked cool. All her trip to Italy and whatnots. Okay, I can't wait to hear more. Her life's nowhere like mine, hahahaha I'm sucha loser FML :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch finally got her long awaited Levi's jeans ! I was burning with jealousy haha cause she looked really nice in it and I want it too boohoo. That girl's got nice long legs, the perfect model sort of shape and size yknow. I wouldn't say we caught up on alot, cause she's always around yknow so there isn't really anything to catch up on. But okay, fine we did bitched (nothing new) and it is I think considered catching up. I'll just shut up cause it's not making sense but YAY ! I love outings with her cause we must ALWAYS EAT. Got the delcioso J.Co donuts and it was just like back in school. We sat somewhere and spent the rest of the night just talking and talking and talking. NEVER DYING OUT OF THINGS TO SAY, NEVER EVER EVER. LOVE YOU TO BITS, BITCH :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Sj13YwufmkI/AAAAAAAAB_I/BhpqJ-QbUfY/s400/Moment0302.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349563199666494018" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Sj13Z8hnGuI/AAAAAAAAB_g/H64VY6psOAA/s400/Moment0328.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349563220013554402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Sj13ZnNl0II/AAAAAAAAB_Y/ZEZq-6eKVK0/s400/Moment0303.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349563214292439170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Sj13ZRwK9JI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/4NshswSzsMU/s400/Moment0305.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349563208531899538" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, above was yesterday. Shut up, I know how disgusting it is to be taking pictures in the toilet (handicapped) I wanted to pee badly and I forced Ernie into the toilet with me and VOILA! suddenly we started snapping pics. And she attempted to take a picture of me peeing but she's too chicken to do such. We shopped crazy yesterday, from skirts to bangles to hairbands to jeans. Papa was forced into extortion heh, okay not really. But he was being really nice to give us both moolah, so yeah I guess I love him. What a bitch you are, Edlin. Of course I love Papa oh ? eh ? ahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Dahlia has another bunch of pics of us like some yiddits (idiots) walking around and snapping pics, like at traffic lights, while walking, near the bus stand. Ernie's so unpredictable, she'll just attempt to snap pictures ANYWHERE. &amp; I really mean ANYWHERE UNDER THE FREAKING SUN. Go see her facebook, it's crazy how many pics she has and whr she takes it. Main poin is, I LOVE YESTERDAY YESTERDAY RAWKZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a really bad ulcer or I-don't-know-what-you-call-i'm-no-doctor in my eyes. It's yellow and PAINFUL and IRRITATING and very very URGH (explains the lousy english, limited-vocab-girl) I've been crying so much, everytime I talk to Zaini. It's really funny cause we're not even fighting sometimes but I'd just cry. I'm not usually like this, &amp; I can't explain why I'm crying all the times either. And I'm the sort that will cry in her sleep if I was crying right before I slept. Recently, I had a really freakish nightmare on how some army men were attempting to stip me off my modesty and I tell you, it was crazy freaky. I couldn't bring myself to sleep after that, one of the most horrible nightmares ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO ! DADDYO FINALLY BOOKED OUT TODAY. today is Sunday. I CAN'T WAIT TO MEET HIM OH EM GEE I want to sayang-sayang him and put whatever Nisa taught me into great use hehehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Sj13aPR2jII/AAAAAAAAB_o/NgGcvuPB_WQ/s400/!DSCF3989.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349563225047731330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this is something you don't often get to see. Enjoy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-7867232231524771655?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7867232231524771655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=7867232231524771655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7867232231524771655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7867232231524771655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-is-great-day.html' title='Today is a great day'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/Sj11ZBKv80I/AAAAAAAAB_A/tVder2DoVuM/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-6528593479409207901</id><published>2009-06-20T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:28:42.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate for your warm hug</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;b&gt;still&lt;/b&gt; not used to this. I want to be able to be with you anytime and everytime. I want the 24/7 attention you give when I'm not alright. I want you to spend so much time with me, we die out of places to go. I hate how we're spending so litle time together, I'm not used to this. I don't want to get used to this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate sitting alone in the train watching over a couple who have her boyfriend's hands wrapped around her. I hate having to walk alone and pick up my pace cause nobody's around me to make me feel secure. There's so many things I wish we can do, but we're always having no time for each other. Why is NS doing this to me ? What did I deserve to be stripped off all these privileges I used to have. You were always around, from sunrise till the end of each day of my life. What happened ? What happened ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promised you'd always be there if I needed you, where are you now ? You promised and now, you lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come home already, will you ? We'll hide under our covers and never get caught, I promise. They took away my weekdays, now they're taking my weekends too. I can't do this. I really can't do this anymore. Please, I can't do this alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-6528593479409207901?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6528593479409207901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=6528593479409207901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/6528593479409207901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/6528593479409207901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/desperate-for-your-warm-hug.html' title='Desperate for your warm hug'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-332092536712419980</id><published>2009-06-15T13:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:30:53.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This love feeling's old but it's new to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjXYBpxMcvI/AAAAAAAAB-M/C4zsoy6MH84/s400/DSC03795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347417655475991282" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't already know, I'll tell you anyways. I, Nur Edlin Effendi Othman Sarmani Khas is on holidays. As much it's a pathetic 2 weeks with a total of 4 projects due by the end of July, it's still alright it's still okay. It's the fucking holidays and I get to sit home laying on my bed with the aircon freezing at less than 20 degrees celcius and the fan blasting at 3. Love this damn life, don't you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepaking of which, what's up with the weather manxz. My friend was telling me how the temperature was as high as 33 degrees, and I think it means it must be hot (I've no clue really, but gauging from the dramatic tone he gave I assume so) So if you don't love Mother Earth, at least spare me a thought. I am really hating the weather these days, it's scalding my skin and I'm turning into ernie's-skin-colour-which-is-omg-so-dark-and-i-don't-like MUAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a post without the mentioning of my boyfriend right ? Daddyo decided we spent our weekends with his friends and so we went to town (to just park and left almost immediately, what the freaking balls I know) &amp; it was the first time we went to town with the bike, it was exhilarating OMG hahaha. We paid Esplanade a visit, and it's really enlightening to see the place alot more Uniquely Singapore and not so much of a malay-infested area. I've nothing against Malay, I am one fyi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, he sent me home. And did yknow I have been having these crazy insane thoughts that something not right is going to happen to me. So I've been spending alot of my days crying for fucking no particular reason and I even cried during a freaking wedding IN PUBLIC. Embarrassing, much. Like what the freaking fuck is this 18 year old crybaby crying in the middle of a heavy traffic road. And my mum told all the aunties and uncles. And it was the paternal side wedding, but the maternal grandparents came so they rescued me and we eloped away from the place. Okay nothing against the paternal side either, just me and paternal we share no chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO THE MAIN POINT IS, AN 18 YEAR OLD IS CRYING IN PUBLIC. WHY ? because Ernie left me to go to the guy's side and I was alone and I hate being alone. So I sat on a really old yet comfortable chair someone decided to throw away beside the dustbin in a really sweet baju kurung. What the fuck. Blame Ernie for leaving me alone, and I had stares from all over. And yknow how my eyes easily get swollen even if I were to cry for less than a minute. OMG, THIS IS DEFINITELY GOING TO MAKE IT TO LIST OF MY "EDLIN'S EMBARRASSING MOMENTS IN LIFE" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling to say hi on your break &lt;br /&gt;In less than twenty words you made &lt;br /&gt;My whole damn day and &lt;br /&gt;Oh I just love you Oh I just love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjXYBufEt5I/AAAAAAAAB-E/k78S4g8CRL4/s400/biggestfear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347417656742164370" /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-332092536712419980?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/332092536712419980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=332092536712419980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/332092536712419980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/332092536712419980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-love-feelings-old-but-its-new-to.html' title='This love feeling&apos;s old but it&apos;s new to me'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjXYBpxMcvI/AAAAAAAAB-M/C4zsoy6MH84/s72-c/DSC03795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-7566370817166856690</id><published>2009-06-11T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:30:33.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMYSM</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I don't like today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-7566370817166856690?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7566370817166856690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=7566370817166856690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7566370817166856690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/7566370817166856690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/imysm.html' title='IMYSM'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-4322557731712338520</id><published>2009-06-09T14:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:29:59.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of love and life</title><content type='html'>Hey loonxzx ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, daddyo forgot to give me his cash so I'm broke shitless right now and he's in camp trying to figure out how to pass me the money. Secret, I'm getting some cash hehehe. Let's just keep him worried, so sweet to see him come up with all this lame ideas to give me cash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very worried for Ernie, Word has it at home that she's attached. My so vulnerable demure and innocent sister is having a boyfriend. And mama's annoying the shit out of me tormenting me with all this questions I don't want to answer. Like who's she with, where'd she go and ERNIE DOESN'T LIE AND SHE TOLD 'EM and they don't trust her. Ok they do, they're just being what we call parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart got his bike seat changed and it feels alot comfortable. I don't need to sit kilometres away from him anymore and the sit isn't as high nor as rock hard. Anyways, I had all these long sad words ready to be post when I finally decided I shouldn't. It'd just make me more sad and worried and PARANOID. I'd keep telling Zaini to ride so slow, and no speeding, no such thing as 100km/h or no riding with one hands or whatever and threaten to burst his testicles if he does. But yeah, amazing how so vulnerable life is, anytime and anywhere you just don't know and you've got no clue. Right smack on the face -sighs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't already notice, I'm insanely bored. I ponned lecture for blogging. And daddyo doesn't know hehehe. He is so sweet I swear, he woke up in the middle of the night to keep repeating "dah laa tu baby, I love you right" again and again and again and I feel a-okay by the end of the convo. Okay awkwardddddd, bye !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dyou realise how not-cohesive my writing is. Not like as if I care but it's quite disturbing when I read the posts. It's like the whole posts don't make sense. Who carees, making sense is so president job. Okay bimbo talk, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-4322557731712338520?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4322557731712338520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=4322557731712338520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/4322557731712338520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/4322557731712338520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-love-and-life.html' title='Of love and life'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-8501725570902091971</id><published>2009-06-06T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:48:15.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V3k-fkOtTDo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V3k-fkOtTDo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most beautiful love stories on Earth. Of love between two mates &amp; love between a parent and a child. Amazing most awesome documentary ever. Never knew documentary could be so fun. Boyfriend ! Aren't you so proud of me ! I'm watching documentary like you ! (Of course not the man-made machine, or how is it made or whatever-you-watch-on-discovery-channel) THIS IS ON OKTO ! And it's so beautiful, it hurts. You should really watch, rating 1,000,000/5 BEST DOCUMENTARY EVER, NO KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I HEARTXZ BABY PENGUIN. SO KE AI&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-8501725570902091971?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8501725570902091971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=8501725570902091971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/8501725570902091971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/8501725570902091971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/power-of-love.html' title='Power of Love'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-6004848600142409507</id><published>2009-06-03T22:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:08:11.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't sleep Can't function Can't eat</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SiaL9SohdTI/AAAAAAAAB98/y-MymgDt8L8/s400/DSC_0652a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343111893011756338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;font face="courier" size="5 #" padding="9" color="#FF0000"&gt;Nak Boyfriend right now, please  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Let the water hit your shoes &lt;br /&gt;And pass over and over &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-6004848600142409507?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6004848600142409507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=6004848600142409507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/6004848600142409507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/6004848600142409507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-sleep-cant-function-cant-eat.html' title='Can&apos;t sleep Can&apos;t function Can&apos;t eat'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SiaL9SohdTI/AAAAAAAAB98/y-MymgDt8L8/s72-c/DSC_0652a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-5420191914596113749</id><published>2009-06-02T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:06:36.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH EM GEE SO KE AI</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-5420191914596113749?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5420191914596113749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=5420191914596113749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/5420191914596113749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/5420191914596113749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-em-gee-so-ke-ai.html' title='OH EM GEE SO KE AI'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-4530602546110619683</id><published>2009-05-31T21:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:10:37.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Job, Just-Washed-Clean Blue Kawasaki!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SiKIn9kU4kI/AAAAAAAAB90/J_lWkEXmQGI/s400/Moment0267.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341982328138031682" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SiKInsD81sI/AAAAAAAAB9s/TIvXJj6MF_k/s400/Moment0264.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341982323438835394" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SiKInae3fRI/AAAAAAAAB9k/_3QpOtQWhec/s400/Moment0260.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341982318719892754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SiKInKTIGNI/AAAAAAAAB9c/jpdljvfl0T8/s400/Moment0253.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341982314375682258" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaini's really good at giving false hope GRRR. This week, sad as it sounds, I only get to spend One Pathetic Sunday with him cause he had to do what they call Guard Duty. So all hopes of spending time with him for the WHOLE weekend got shattered. Extremely Heatbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he fetched me early in the morning on Sunday and we decided that it's been really long since we ate at Teh Tarik, so why not yknow. So yes, we rode then we parked the bike then we walked to Fuchun CC yada yada yada. And we freaking already freaking reached the shop before this bugger decided he wanted KFC instead. I wanted to squash his face like plasticine and mutilate him so bad, I tell you. Which of course, (the Siti's way) like duh~, I did not dare do but instead pretended I was craving for KFC too and was faking excitement so much Zaini bought it. So off we went to KFC, and all I got was the aroma of those lontong, mee rebus and nasi lemak diffusing into my nose. Dramatic much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, after we ate, we started riding everywhere and nowhere. So this part is no fun to talk about I shall skip it. Then we got really bored, and started Washing Bike(!) First time watching him doing it, the next time I'm gonna get my hands wet too. Which is hehehe really highly unlikely cause I'm not much of a grease person. I don't handle bikes okayeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur Edlin then started realising how hungry she was and this time she wanted the choice of food be up to her. So I chose Ramlee (Sorry sadiq, can't help it) and we rode off to Yew Tee (there's a pasar malam, in case you're wondering how ramlee's related to Yew Tee) So bloody freaking guess what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUHAMMAD RUZAINI'S BIKE DIED ON US ALONG A MASSIVE BANGLA INFESTED AREA AND I WAS CURSING AND SWEARING UNDER MY BREATH I TELL YOU, but of course I din't get angry or crazy I wouldn't dare. But kudos to boyfriend, cause he kept trying to make me as comfortable as I can get. Although his attempt were merely cracking lame joke and making it all sound so exciting to be stuck along that road. He was telling me how it'd be so sweet if we reflect and reminisce in 20 years down the road on the experience. This guy is so full of crap and I love him so much for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, there goes my dream of Ramlee :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the best part was his dad came to the rescue YAY! but we went back to his house since he was running late and had to book in. Then they sent him, and it was left with the 3 of us. The mum, the Dad and the really lamppost girl sitting behind burying her head inside her bag. It was super crazy awkward, but his parents were really lovely and his dad reminds me so much of him. Cracking extremely lame jokes which tickles me funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was indeed one hell of an experience. To watch you push that bike and me, walking empty handed HEHEHE. And to see you trying to make me laugh so hard, I did end up laughing so hard. Okay you guessed it right (let's pretend you were guessing) MY SUNDAY WAS A A A AWESOME, BE JEALOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SiKImplfaDI/AAAAAAAAB9U/HF5jEgY2fUE/s400/Moment0259.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341982305594337330" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;DON'T NEED TO TELL ME HOW OOGLY I LOOK, MY BOYF THINKS THIS FACE GIVES HIM SEXUAL AROUSEMENT SO GET LOST :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-4530602546110619683?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4530602546110619683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=4530602546110619683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/4530602546110619683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/4530602546110619683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-done-just-washed-clean-blue.html' title='Good Job, Just-Washed-Clean Blue Kawasaki!'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SiKIn9kU4kI/AAAAAAAAB90/J_lWkEXmQGI/s72-c/Moment0267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-5549187544324125547</id><published>2009-05-30T01:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:32:18.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>List of to-dos</title><content type='html'>EFMA (accountings) - Tutorial/Lecture 1-3 DONE hooray !&lt;br /&gt;Family and Youth Work - 8 page report&lt;br /&gt;Essentials of Retail Studies - Friday, still don't know what topics tested on&lt;br /&gt;Hospitality, Resort and Leisure Indisutry - Wednesday (also don't know what topics)&lt;br /&gt;International Cross Cultural Studies - PROJECT PRESENTATION (on india -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh not forgetting, PROJECTS ! and it's due the week after next. Bloody hell, both my sisters are having holidays and they're catching Monsters VS Aliens without me. I'm going to change the door lock, so nobody can go out but stay home to accompany me study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's put our hands together and give me a round of applause. Well done, Edlin ! Study is sucks I is too smart for all zeeezzz OH EM GEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-5549187544324125547?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5549187544324125547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=5549187544324125547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/5549187544324125547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/5549187544324125547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/list-of-to-dos.html' title='List of to-dos'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-710370471614200077</id><published>2009-05-29T01:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:31:18.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry, wherever you are right now</title><content type='html'>Ironic how I try my best to avoid the topic at all circumstances, only to end up facing with it and then there's no way I can run. Not anywhere, nowhere. It's like those chemical reaction during Tan Eng Hui's chemistry lesson, once you pour the mixture there's nothing you can do but just watch as the solution dissolved and slowly what was before is gone. Irreversible, destroyed and unrecoverable. Hey you, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm sorry :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times like these, I wish for Ruzaini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-710370471614200077?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/710370471614200077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=710370471614200077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/710370471614200077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/710370471614200077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-sorry-wherever-you-are-right-now.html' title='I&apos;m sorry, wherever you are right now'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-8216188590921670974</id><published>2009-05-26T23:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:29:27.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruffling my hair, pinching my cheeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShwVtp8CIJI/AAAAAAAAB9M/sURH-QvY5bU/s400/Moment0226.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340167132250513554" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister Abang Body and his bike. A lil (alot) overdued picture but blogger's being really friendly and nice cause it took me less than 5 minutes to upload all these chunk of never ending picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShwVgve8OiI/AAAAAAAAB9E/Fq8M2SPBNow/s400/Moment0242.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340166910400805410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention we caught Angels and Demons. During the day the picture was taken (above) we went really early to Lot One and caught it. And me being the spoiler (not something new) I was tale-telling Zaini the whole plot almost the entire time as much as I'll do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy : Baby, is he the bad guy ? He is, right ? &lt;br /&gt;Me : IDK. I won't tell you laa, must watch.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy : oh no right, is the other one right ? &lt;br /&gt;Me : no laa, it is ____ one, later you watch. Cause right.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FREAKING FUCK RIGHT. I'm sucha goondu, I swear. And look at how tall that Man of mine is growing. He got a wow $200 for getting a Gold during his IPPT test hehehe. Of which we had to use the money for undesirable usage grrr :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShwVgHhCzEI/AAAAAAAAB88/kyqINHZGM6I/s400/Moment0246.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340166899672206402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my favourite bitch in School. As much as we'd have all these really childish squabbles in school where I'll keep on convincing her she's a mega bitch and she keeps on telling me I'm a minahrep (which obviously, I'm not) Or how we'd laugh balls looking at guys who shave their legs and girls who don't shave their legs. I love you big big huge huge Bitch (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShwVfxfYyGI/AAAAAAAAB80/LIbvMm-V-0o/s400/BITCH.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340166893759678562" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShwVf0mwv2I/AAAAAAAAB8s/QYVMmBhbPcc/s400/Picture0024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340166894595915618" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShwVfqyvrfI/AAAAAAAAB8k/NanI0BfeBmI/s400/Picture0025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340166891961822706" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShwU3EXxwrI/AAAAAAAAB8c/773FPi_w63g/s400/Picture0026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340166194453398194" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShwU3LPtxBI/AAAAAAAAB8U/pdv9dg5Tu-o/s400/Picture0028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340166196298630162" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShwU2362wCI/AAAAAAAAB8M/knUZulDzQ6w/s400/Picture0029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340166191110864930" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShwU29tPKxI/AAAAAAAAB8E/Gr7dtcwifTQ/s400/Picture0032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340166192664357650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShwU2tD1V8I/AAAAAAAAB78/tpQmMD6vZ-g/s400/Picture0036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340166188195731394" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShwUl4UdZJI/AAAAAAAAB70/Q4xa35SZ_x8/s400/Picture0037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340165899160478866" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShwUlx4ZeBI/AAAAAAAAB7s/Tgi8PNrKAJs/s400/Picture0038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340165897432168466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShwUlnTri0I/AAAAAAAAB7k/bdyQTm_3Zgw/s400/Picture0039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340165894593809218" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShwUlaAQTKI/AAAAAAAAB7c/7r52sYhY4ak/s400/Picture0040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340165891022671010" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShwUlAnlNuI/AAAAAAAAB7U/o3z81_2bK84/s400/Picture0041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340165884208297698" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShwUXP9IPoI/AAAAAAAAB7M/N1X_ElZSr2E/s400/Picture0042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340165647807037058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShwUW3Zy4rI/AAAAAAAAB7E/uVsmqkZm2dY/s400/Picture0043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340165641216385714" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShwUW0N8BzI/AAAAAAAAB68/FCeoxCsSsz0/s400/Picture0044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340165640361346866" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShwUWgDEQcI/AAAAAAAAB60/_Eb3hmV3C70/s400/Picture0045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340165634947039682" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShwUWavsmzI/AAAAAAAAB6s/6PVZcjIxUTs/s400/Picture0049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340165633523620658" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the rest of the pictures is of Monday. Apparently sweetheart had a really long book out and had to book in only on Tuesday. He booked out on Saturday after his nights out on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which explains why I'm really disturbed right now cause I'm already so used to having Boyfriend around my place and now that he isn't I feel so naked. I wanted to make Ramly and felt so sad nobody is going to tell me to do this and that and make me sulk. He'd sroke my cheeks and tell me I'm his pretty girlfriend so randomly and I'll pretend I'm so shy which is so cute of me, I know. He claims he pamper me too much and I'm too pampered a girlfriend and I beg to differ HEHEHEHE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180690227663761276-8216188590921670974?l=elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8216188590921670974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180690227663761276&amp;postID=8216188590921670974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/8216188590921670974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180690227663761276/posts/default/8216188590921670974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobiaaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/ruffling-my-hair-pinching-my-cheeks.html' title='Ruffling my hair, pinching my cheeks.'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShwVtp8CIJI/AAAAAAAAB9M/sURH-QvY5bU/s72-c/Moment0226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180690227663761276.post-3263037710620865324</id><published>2009-05-22T10:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:48:45.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 18TH, ME (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShYYteqKMMI/AAAAAAAAB6k/ND2aJCK7NqE/s320/ecp1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338481577897373890" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always loved the beach and Zaini made my &lt;strike&gt;18th&lt;/strike&gt; the most memorable one by sitting by the beach, admiring the waves crashing and the really cold breeze caressing your face. It was priceless, I was merely resting my head on his shoulders and he had his hands over me and I felt so sheltered with love under those armpits (Like always) And I told him I wanted the most sincere kiss on my forehead and when he kissed me it sent an adrenaline all the way down to my spine and for a moment, I thought time had stopped for us. Cliche much, I know. So the hours to my birthday, I was at East Coast Park memsmerized by the view of the beach and of &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;. We were there from midnight all the way till probably 2 talking about everything under the moon, so romantic right hehehe. Thank you, Daddy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShYTdoekZFI/AAAAAAAAB6M/snkvRnJ7ph4/s320/DSCN2682.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338475808097068114" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShYTdaE9klI/AAAAAAAAB6E/wnPai6dG3Jc/s320/DSCN2681.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338475804231570002" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShYTdFn1htI/AAAAAAAAB58/mUCiPTxIZu4/s320/DSCN2680.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338475798740698834" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShYTczPP3PI/AAAAAAAAB50/-drZAo4Bu_Y/s320/DSCN2679.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338475793805729010" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShYTc_zELiI/AAAAAAAAB5s/KwJR-iVSub4/s320/DSCN2678.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338475797177183778" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShYSuWJec3I/AAAAAAAAB5k/4e9CgCnqAj4/s320/DSCN2665.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338474995722908530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShYSufDFZ4I/AAAAAAAAB5c/acQrTvww0h0/s320/DSCN2657.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338474998112020354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShYSuG9VDaI/AAAAAAAAB5U/D4GMECwuh-8/s320/DSCN2574.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338474991645429154" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShYStxkmKqI/AAAAAAAAB5M/WgHzXTknRco/s320/DSCN2641.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338474985904548514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShYSt9u0vRI/AAAAAAAAB5E/dGjwKk3E_Y8/s320/DSCN2615.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338474989168672018" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShYR7NFBd9I/AAAAAAAAB48/B297v0thE58/s320/DSCN2612.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338474117114984402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;b&gt; MEAN GIRLS IN THE MAKING &lt;/B&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShYR7ASv_5I/AAAAAAAAB40/e3VDLQXXCZo/s320/DSCN2604.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338474113682898834" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShYR61ywmVI/AAAAAAAAB4s/V0pk3QC9b3o/s320/DSCN2581.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338474110864365906" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShYR6vOhmbI/AAAAAAAAB4k/4Ma5y_s-5_I/s320/DSCN2576.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338474109101775282" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShYR6M66WbI/AAAAAAAAB4c/Nu6qai7yHbE/s320/DSCN2573.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338474099892705714" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eve of Nur Edlin's (don't you just love my name) birthday, the family had a chalet. We ate Ramly (sorry sadiq, your dad's too tasty), Steak, Sitcky-sticky Chicken (I know, what the eff, mum named it such) Prawns!, sausages fishballs, and so many food glorious food. And we have pinniata (correct me if i'm wrong) and it was crazy cause everyone was hitting it and nobody could break it and all the kids had those evil eyes, all ready to pounce on it once it broke. There was probably a million and one candies in there. And they made EVERYONE played Simon says and I was in the final two but I decided that since i'm turning 18 I shouldn't be sucha mean girl and try my best to win an eight year old (as much as I really wanted the prize)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaini and I were almost inseperable and it got the elders talking hahaha. See sweetheart, you pamper me too much I end up being so dependent on you. What am I to do without you around :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the whole bbq was a whole success cause our fire was burning forever and it did not die on us at all and it was really amazing cause some had a mega catastrophic fire and we were so cool kacang, even I (what relatives usually call bimbo) managed to cook something without tearing the resort down. Aren't you proud of me, everybody ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Siti looked really sweet and it's burning inside of me cause she is so fair and she keeps swimming and basking herself crazy under the sun yet still so snow white fair. Ernie and I were supposed to be Little Helpers and I think I nailed it and of course, Ernie didnt (hahaha okay kidding, you were much sweeter than me). FYI, Ernie broke the buckle of the skirt she is wearing. Her hand muscles are wicked evil, she even broke the furniture on my door and the door at toys r us. She even mentioned "I swear I didn't put force on it" Anyhow, Mama was supposed to be the witch and she was so excited she was the first to dress up, even before Birthday Girl -__-" Abang was supposed to be an Elf, but he thought we were insulting him. Whatever, the truth hurts and reality check, YOU ARE SHORT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; err PAPA was, I think supposed to be the elated Man U fan spotting a Man U jersey for two consecutive days. Idk what you name those kind of character, but let's name it the MAN-U-ROCKS (oh I know I rock hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syimah was disappointed she had no character so we started collecting leaves and made her really environmentally friendly. She looked really leafy at the end of the day HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, Zaini had a really bad haircut so his character is errr The baldi man. OMG I'm sucha a meanie poke. The kind where you placed a bowl and snip it off and Ernie was tormenting him. Poor thing my precious, I'll ink Ernie's face with permanent marker so she'd have millions of moles. And make her believe that her current mole just reproduce many other mole-babies. Extremely Edlame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShYYtN3LqKI/AAAAAAAAB6c/qsdwt2DQLEk/s320/DSCN2729.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338481573388593314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ShYYs0Uv1NI/AAAAAAAAB6U/3cs7F4dyOV8/s320/DSCN2724.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338481566533276882" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we went to Simpang Bedok to get FOOD ! And I'm being so nice as to post a really unglam picha of myself eating the biggest kebab in the whole wide world. And I hate how the changed it so much, it looks more like Giant Burger than kebab. I miss JP's kebab (hint-hint boyfriend) And our birthday girl decided to dig her little hands into Ketuk-ketuk (that bloody red thing she's holding) She's really insane I swear, she ate it all up ALL BY HERSELF and she sucked the inside so hard to make sure she had everything in her mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL IN ALL, MY 18TH WAS A BLAST. THANK YOU BOYFRIEND SO MUCH FOR MAKING IT SO MEMORABLE AND THANK YOU FAMILY YOU ARE THE BEST AND ALWAYS WILL BE. AND ERNIE, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH CAUSE I KNOW UNTIL TODAY NOBODY KNOWS ME BEST LIKE YOU DO, NOT EVEN ZAINI. 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