<?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-3181093528601373737</id><updated>2012-01-15T00:34:16.293+08:00</updated><category term='fire station'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='comot'/><category term='two faced'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='liverpool'/><category term='matiin'/><category term='science centre'/><category term='gpa'/><category term='may be just a song'/><category term='anti-drug'/><category term='hair'/><category term='manchester united'/><category term='band'/><category term='tired of listening to the girl scream into her pillows'/><category term='siapa makan cili dia terasa pedas'/><category term='homework'/><category term='jello'/><category term='sufi hakim'/><category term='single and available brother'/><category term='study'/><category term='bowling'/><category term='i miss you'/><category term='please be for real'/><category term='2048 hours'/><category term='orientation'/><category term='0205'/><category term='confused'/><category term='praying for someone like you'/><category term='sigh'/><category term='collapse'/><category term='sexy'/><category term='pe'/><category term='funbowl'/><category term='fire brigade'/><category term='advertisements'/><category term='2804'/><category term='azray'/><category term='jc'/><category term='lesson learnt'/><category term='tag replies'/><category term='sarah chew'/><category term='finally'/><category term='politics'/><category term='random'/><category term='the date'/><category term='bella'/><category term='the girls'/><category term='valentine'/><category term='school'/><category term='fans'/><category term='camp'/><category term='disappointments'/><category term='not lesbian'/><category term='evangeline'/><category term='haiqal'/><category term='the boy'/><category term='jurong point'/><category term='fire fighters'/><category term='butterfly'/><category term='pms'/><category term='100'/><category term='sentosa'/><category term='tomorrow'/><title type='text'>whacked</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-745864526900344391</id><published>2009-08-24T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:26:19.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha! I've moved again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://enotpacha.wordpress.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link mua!&lt;br /&gt;(K)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-745864526900344391?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/745864526900344391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/08/haha-ive-moved-again-httpenotpacha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/745864526900344391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/745864526900344391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/08/haha-ive-moved-again-httpenotpacha.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-8195321657370405116</id><published>2009-06-24T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:34:18.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Camp is postponed due to Swin Flu and I have barely anything to do at home. I'm so not enthusiastic about studying. Afini and Afiqa are coming over to my place tomorrow for some study session or better known as gossipping session. Heh. I swear I am excited. It's been ages since I saw those two gossip girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The freaking school better make up for the postponed camp. I am disappointed. Firstly, they closed down Bowling, then they threw me to ODAC, then they don't have a fun Sports Day, then they postpone Camp, what's next? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and by the way, thank you Hazreel. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-8195321657370405116?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/8195321657370405116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/06/camp-is-postponed-due-to-swin-flu-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8195321657370405116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8195321657370405116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/06/camp-is-postponed-due-to-swin-flu-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-3664640743895422173</id><published>2009-06-22T14:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:29:55.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Camp is in two more days and I swear I'm excited. I wonder what the instructors will be like, what the atmosphere's going to be like and what lurks in the campsite. I haven't packed for camp though. But I'll mostly pack things that I can throw away so that my bag won't be too heavy when I get back. *grins* Sigh, unfortunately, my girls will be in a different camp than me. How saaad. But nevermind. Nothing much I can do about it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go shopping (well, not really) for my camping stuff tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I MISS SO MANY PEOPLEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-3664640743895422173?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/3664640743895422173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/06/camp-is-in-two-more-days-and-i-swear-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3664640743895422173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3664640743895422173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/06/camp-is-in-two-more-days-and-i-swear-im.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-4863063097130765107</id><published>2009-06-17T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:15:46.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single and available brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comot'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello world. I miss blogging. There's something wrong with my 'space' button. Sometimes when I press it the 'space' won't appear. And then I have to backspace and start all over again. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Comot (for you brainless, he's my pet bird) has been sick for the past couple of days. I guess he also got the flu that's floating around Singapore. His voice was all squeeky and he was exceptionally quiet. He couldn't even whistle when I asked him to. Yes, he had a sore throat. For your information, he enjoys attention seeking and whistling and immitating very much. It was kinda empty when he was sick. It was as if there was nobody at home who would call out to me everytime I walk past the kitchen, or to just play 'peek-a-boo' with in the kitchen. Sigh, I was so upset that he was sick. I pitied him so much, I just had to sit in front of him for an hour to show him I care and hoped that he would get better soon. Daddy came home yesterday and fed him some Air Madu (honey water?). And guess what? He's all better today! I was so glad, well, 3/4 glad. Probably because today he was as noisy and annoying as ever. But his annoying whistles and chirps (or screams perhaps) are already probably part of my everyday life. I love comot, bigtime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss my girls. All of the malay girls in Innova. I just miss the jokes we share, the times where we would laugh out loud, literally, and get stares from all directions. This small things I miss, really. Sorry I can't join you guys tomorrow, class gathering alert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm frustrated and confused. Sigh sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, my brother, Aliff Amran, is single and available (handsome also(tengok adik dia siapa)). 21 years old NSman. :D &lt;em&gt;(Boy in uniform!)&lt;/em&gt; Interested parties please get through me first. K loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-4863063097130765107?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/4863063097130765107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/4863063097130765107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/4863063097130765107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-960782704808809092</id><published>2009-06-15T14:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:56:21.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire fighters'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am so disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mr Firefighter, you think you can fool me? You can't. I'm sorry but if your freaking girlfriend knows about this, she's going to be more disappointed than I am. Thank god you were a nobody and thank god I had brains and thank god I had dignity eh. Lets just put it this way, the stupid one is you. You keep on trying to change your skin even though your spots are obvious. And oh yeah, a leopard never changes its spots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So long Mr Firefighter. I'm going to make sure your name smells as bad as kerosene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And you better apologise to other firefighters too, because you just made a bad impression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Lots of love. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-960782704808809092?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/960782704808809092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-so-disappointed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/960782704808809092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/960782704808809092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-so-disappointed.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-4946058403684773735</id><published>2009-06-13T16:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:15:38.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire fighters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire brigade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire station'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was awesome! I went to Alexandra Fire Station for a mini interview with the Lieutenant there. Met Jeff, a friend working there too. And of course, a couple of hot boys. It is just too bad that I didn't bring my camera along because I forgot because I was too nervous because of the interview. Shucks. Otherwise, I could have gotten a picture or two with some hot boys. :'( HAHA! Neh, joking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I swore I was shaking when I met Jeff at the fire station. Nervous lah katakan. And woo, things really heated up in there. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-4946058403684773735?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/4946058403684773735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-was-awesome-i-went-to-alexandra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/4946058403684773735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/4946058403684773735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-was-awesome-i-went-to-alexandra.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-6989245851013073365</id><published>2009-06-12T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:49:24.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='may be just a song'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If this isn't love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/zF7zV80EdWc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&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-nocookie.com/v/zF7zV80EdWc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what it is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-6989245851013073365?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/6989245851013073365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-this-isnt-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/6989245851013073365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/6989245851013073365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-this-isnt-love.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-6576083654233070049</id><published>2009-06-09T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:59:38.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired of listening to the girl scream into her pillows'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sorry girls I won't be able to make it tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel terrible, just horrible to spoil the fun and excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was something all three of us look forward to ever since like weeks back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm just a spoiler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh my fucking God, I am so upset. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel like running away. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-6576083654233070049?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/6576083654233070049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-sorry-girls-i-wont-be-able-to-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/6576083654233070049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/6576083654233070049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-sorry-girls-i-wont-be-able-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-8760263465735961462</id><published>2009-06-08T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:01:45.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's out to terrorize me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's out to kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She won't be there for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She never was there for me anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She didn't listen to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She doesn't listen to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She won't let me talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's in her own world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The house is hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm living in her house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm practically having a picnic with a tiger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sick of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When can I get married and get out of this house and no longer under her commands?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-8760263465735961462?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/8760263465735961462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/06/shes-out-to-terrorize-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8760263465735961462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8760263465735961462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/06/shes-out-to-terrorize-me.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-1907880659525647118</id><published>2009-06-05T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:33:07.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I shall take this opportunity to let out a bit of my feelings. I'm a little sick and tired of me being the devilish one. It somehow coincides that I dreamt that I accepted to taking responsibility of the 'thing' and somehow it gave me happiness. I wish my life would be as happy as it was it my dream, just sinlessly. I am hereby labelled the bad girl of the family, the girl who brings shame to the family's name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You may put me out of school, you may drive me nuts, but I'll still put my head up high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-1907880659525647118?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/1907880659525647118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-shall-take-this-opportunity-to-let.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/1907880659525647118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/1907880659525647118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-shall-take-this-opportunity-to-let.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-8194123284805726031</id><published>2009-05-30T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:16:15.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finally'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay hello bloggyyyyy! It has been so long since I updated. I miss Blogger. Hoho! I finally found the time to blog since the school holidays have started. It's kinda sad though cause it didn't feel as if holidays are here. I even forgot that it's the holidays already until my mother reminded me just now. It's even more upsetting to realise that I have to mug through my holidays because it happens to be just so unfortunate that my school is hosting Pre-U Seminar and thus, they have to postpone the mid year exams until after the holidays. I envy the other junior colleges because their J1s are able to enjoy their holidays fully whereas iJC students can't. Just my luck. And it is totally unbelievable that the school decided to carry out our J1 adventure camp on the last week of the holidays. It is kinda dumb because we need to study? Do they think that we are some form of genius mutants or something? If we are, we would have joined Hwa Chong Instituition or something, no offence. We need the crucial time to study, furthermore the camp is only a few days away from the exams. PFFT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, enough babbling of the stupid school. The school has always been getting on my nerves anyway. I met Izah, Syahirah, Hannah, Hafiz and Hairi a few days back. Well, initially my idea was to meet Izah as well. But the more the merrier! I was more than thrilled to meet all of them again. Other than the few extra pounds, everyone was the same as before, so bubbly and comical. It just felt like I was at home again with them around. But unfortunately, only Izah, Syahirah and I went to McDonalds to just catch up a bit. Of course, I managed to grab a few of Anderson's gossips. Hehe. And they two are just as giggly as ever, despite being stressed about their mother tongue o'levels this coming Monday. Good luck to those taking their o'levels this Monday. :D So yeah, we hanged out a bit before going back home. I'm missing them already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was Bandersonics '09 and I have to say that I am personally pleased with the concert. Although it wasn't full house, we did get a whole lot of supportive people coming down. Thanks to all those who came to support us and making the concert a total success. And I know some of the performers had other commitments, some were sick, some had exams, but EVERYONE made an effort to come down for practices and everyone played to their best during the concert. All those who came down made me especially happy last night and I don't know how to thank you guys already. (Inserts hearts x1000) I was pretty tired and worn out after the concert, especially not being able to sleep for two nights before the concert. But nonetheless, I enjoyed myself thoroughly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lastly, I went to watch Hairi's match just now. I was fully focused on the match - not because of the players though. It was just rather disappointing to not be able to see much good footworks. But I guess some of the do stand out from the rest. It was ironically a friendly match because all they had were rough play. There were punching and elbowing going on, even quarrels that almost led to fights. Although they lost, I knew their mistake, even those who were on the bench knew why. They were too focused on offence and totally had no support in the defence. I'll have to say that the keeper was good. The first half keeper from the opposing side was also good. Oh wells, I think I miss good football.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, I'm done here. I'm too tired of typing and Facebook is calling my name. HAHA! Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-8194123284805726031?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/8194123284805726031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-hello-bloggyyyyy-it-has-been-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8194123284805726031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8194123284805726031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-hello-bloggyyyyy-it-has-been-so.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-573495231364470259</id><published>2009-05-17T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:47:39.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am talking to Hazreel right now ever since two hours ago. This boy has been very supportive of me ever since we knew each other. I have done so many things to hurt him, bring him down, but he's still out there up on his own two feet. I salute him for being strong against all odds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need help, cause I'm weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To those who are attending Bandersonics 09, please pass me the cash and get your tickets from me, AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! :D I will love you if you come, kay? Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-573495231364470259?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/573495231364470259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-talking-to-hazreel-right-now-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/573495231364470259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/573495231364470259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-talking-to-hazreel-right-now-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-666341954073633011</id><published>2009-05-11T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:14:32.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/Sgf6SbaTXpI/AAAAAAAAAOk/yjvBEXiTxFk/s1600-h/ohe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334507478146309778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/Sgf6SbaTXpI/AAAAAAAAAOk/yjvBEXiTxFk/s320/ohe.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to blog about something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But censorship was required.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs bigtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEOPLE, PLEASE LOOK AT THE POST BELOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-666341954073633011?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/666341954073633011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wanted-to-blog-about-something-else.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/666341954073633011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/666341954073633011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wanted-to-blog-about-something-else.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/Sgf6SbaTXpI/AAAAAAAAAOk/yjvBEXiTxFk/s72-c/ohe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-350282818249592869</id><published>2009-05-11T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:42:59.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertisements'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANDERSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALUMNI BAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BANDERSONICS'09&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334435510861313570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/Sge41YYeNiI/AAAAAAAAAOc/RfyI0ycv6nE/s320/bandersonics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All it takes is a group of people, a common culture and a longitudinal wave.All it takes a band, a group of Andersonians, and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repertoire includes:&lt;br /&gt;Pinocchio&lt;br /&gt;Bravo Brass&lt;br /&gt;Teresa Song's Medley&lt;br /&gt;Animation Song Medley&lt;br /&gt;Road to Gokusen/相棒 メインテーマ/篤姫 メインテーマ&lt;br /&gt;March 'Willing and Able'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do join us on the &lt;strong&gt;29th May, Friday 7.30pm at the Victoria Concert Hall&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are at $12 each and can be purchased through any Anderson Alumni Band member (e.g: me).&lt;br /&gt;Interested parties can also email us at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/and.alumniband@gmail.com"&gt;http://www.blogger.com/and.alumniband@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do note that bulk sale tickets are available as well! For every 10 tickets bought at a go, tickets will be sold at a discounted price of $10 per ticket.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people, please come to me and inform me if you're interested in this concert. I will be performing, so please come down and support! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also looking for tutees (secondary school students), preferably those who live in north or central area. Subjects that I'm willing and able to teach are Mathematics (Elementary/Additional), Chemistry, Geography (Pure/Elective). Rates are at 10$/hour/head. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-350282818249592869?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/350282818249592869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/05/anderson-alumni-band-presents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/350282818249592869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/350282818249592869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/05/anderson-alumni-band-presents.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/Sge41YYeNiI/AAAAAAAAAOc/RfyI0ycv6nE/s72-c/bandersonics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-4829491692228453928</id><published>2009-05-10T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:38:20.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SgW_F3HgbCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/qsc3i1cOMuU/s1600-h/hzrl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333879441105906722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SgW_F3HgbCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/qsc3i1cOMuU/s320/hzrl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happy Legal Birthday to Hazreel! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My lovely friend, thanks for everything, literally. From the day we became friends until now. Sekarang dah legal, please eh, perangai maintain. Jangan makin isap rokok tau. Not good for your health. Kay, the rest I send you text message already ah. Peace. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333879446272850866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SgW_GKXZu7I/AAAAAAAAAOU/KdxEcpiAdiU/s320/hidir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happy 20th Birthday to Hidir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as well! K uh, Batam Boy, nampaknya, National Service comes on June 9th, kita tak dapat jumpa yer di tempat Ferry. :P Good luck in everything my boy, especially National Service. :) You also, the rest I text message already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, tomorrow's going to be a beautiful day. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-4829491692228453928?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/4829491692228453928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-legal-birthday-to-hazreel-d-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/4829491692228453928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/4829491692228453928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-legal-birthday-to-hazreel-d-my.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SgW_F3HgbCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/qsc3i1cOMuU/s72-c/hzrl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-112669466535007222</id><published>2009-05-07T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:25:45.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is only the 7th of May. It feels like I already have so many things to complain about but at the same time so many things to brag about. I need to get hold of myself. My moodswings are not doing me any better at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm taking care of this paticular flower with me. It's only a bud. I wish it would just bloom in my eyes. I bet it'll be beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I freaking hurt my backbone. :( That explains the crams in the butt. And the part above my butt is beginning to hurt. But my knee's weak too. Wait, it's my left knee and left butt. It all leads back to bowling. I shall leave it for a weak or so and see whether the pain subsides or not. Otherwise, I'll pay a visit to the doctor's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Speaking of bowling, A division is over for me. No more skipping of lessons legally. Okay, of course I didn't do well for A division this year. I do hope for a chance next year but it's pretty fat. I hope there would be sufficient intake next year. I am still pretty mad at Innova Junior College (sengaja pe letak nama panjang). So much for their pursuit of passion thingy. I should have applied for Catholic JC. (Half regrets choice of entering Innova.) I just realised Innova's test or exam questions are not precise. Sometimes, I would just be unable to understand what the examiner asked for. Oh well, too bad I came from such a smart school and had to end up somewhere in nowhere like Innova. Oh wells, my fault that I didn't study for O'levels. (Again half regrets not studying for O'levels.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not looking forward to school tomorrow. Please put a smile on my face :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-112669466535007222?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/112669466535007222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-is-only-7th-of-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/112669466535007222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/112669466535007222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-is-only-7th-of-may.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-6915061344491867110</id><published>2009-05-05T18:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:23:34.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life's pretty complicated right now. And I want to behave myself for my baby. But I guess I still have a couple of things to say to that old friend of mine. I don't know why you're choosing to run away from your problems. Or maybe you don't think so. But you're giving me the impression that you are. You may claim that you want me to hate you to make things simpler. But you know it is kind of impossible. I do not understand why you're using revenge. Insecurity purposes maybe? You are still a great friend within. But I'm too lazy to argue. This girl you knew just turned into a bitch, a slut, a whore, right in your face right? So I have no say. I won't hate you. I just currently dislike you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to boyf, I know I'm too wild for you (as Afiqa said :P), but thanks for listening to me, listening to things that I know you never wanted to hear. I honestly am extremely touched by you last night, I really want you to know this. It is never too early to say, I never regretted becoming your girlf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-6915061344491867110?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/6915061344491867110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifes-pretty-complicated-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/6915061344491867110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/6915061344491867110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifes-pretty-complicated-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-505978513651794735</id><published>2009-05-04T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:59:07.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hCWkL8Ml6hg&amp;amp;hl=" width="340" height="285" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" border="1" color1="0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sing so well, I can't stand it HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;My mind's swirling and whirling for I have no idea what.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-505978513651794735?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/505978513651794735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/05/slow-motion-karina-pasian-i-wanna-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/505978513651794735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/505978513651794735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/05/slow-motion-karina-pasian-i-wanna-love.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-9086954343971823309</id><published>2009-05-03T13:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T14:04:25.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0205'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay lah, I'm a very happy girl with so many things to bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But this is life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(gives you the satisfied face)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm tagged by Aisyah on Facebook. But I shall do it here. I did this a couple of times already but heck, this thing is fun for people who are bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Put your iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;through the rain - mariah carey (hoho)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;broken-hearted girl - beyonce (-.-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bleeding love - leona lewis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;unfaithful -rihanna (hahaha wth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;better in time - leona lewis (true enough)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we belong together - mariah carey (:D!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;never be replaced - 1st lady (-.-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'd lie - taylor swift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mad - neyo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;send me an angel - scorpions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;move move shake shake - djlaz ft pitbull&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;beep - pcd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;irreplacable - beyonce (haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;crush - david archuleta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;right now (remix) - kat deluna ft akon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;take the lead (k baik pe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;papi chulo - daddy yankee (HAHAHAHA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 2 Step - Ciara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my humps - bep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;shawty get loose - lil mama, chris brown, tpain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;get the party started - pink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;like a virgin - madonna, britney spears, christina aguilera (-.-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;buttons - pcd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;freestyler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;time - scorpions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;shake - chris brown ft pitbull &amp;amp; ying yang twins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;slow motion - karina pasian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nobody - wondergirls (hoho)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i fell - mario (hahahha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHO ARE YOU THINKING OF NOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sextasy (remix) - east clubbers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I should start replying to the tags instead of ignoring them HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hazreel: i know. you are ALWAYS updated :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;izah: ahhhhh, will meet up with you. so many stories siolololol! &amp;amp;i miss you bad, biyatch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sarah: you will definitely see me next week :D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;azyan: yes, you and afiqa can together together fiddle with my phone on monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-9086954343971823309?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/9086954343971823309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-lah-im-very-happy-girl-with-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/9086954343971823309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/9086954343971823309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-lah-im-very-happy-girl-with-so.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-8759828339211117583</id><published>2009-05-01T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:03:25.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been wanting a new pair of bowling shoes but I guess I got myself something else. A new handphone. :) Well, I sure am satisfied but does this mean I won't be getting my new bowling shoes? :( Okay, anyway, here's my new baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330837030706580626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SfrwCRLDjJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/aP_oru327ZI/s320/e63.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nokia E63 (Red)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But I swear I want a new pair of bowling shoes! :( Those pink and red ones! Okay, as if my parents will buy them for me anytime soon. *Sighs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I went to East Coast Park just now and yay, I had so much fun after such a long time. But heck, I'm so tired because I didn't get sufficient sleep. Duh, had A'Divisions yesterday an then I still went bowling at night. Came back home at 0200 hours and I immediately slept, no doubt about that one. Training and band practice tomorrow. I gotta rest. Nights. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-8759828339211117583?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/8759828339211117583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-been-wanting-new-pair-of-bowling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8759828339211117583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8759828339211117583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-been-wanting-new-pair-of-bowling.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SfrwCRLDjJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/aP_oru327ZI/s72-c/e63.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-3738227988707836478</id><published>2009-04-29T17:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:51:03.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2804'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2048 hours'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear hell,&lt;br /&gt;There was never once when I got peace from you&lt;br /&gt;There was never once when I felt satisfied&lt;br /&gt;There was never once when I felt useful in any way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear world,&lt;br /&gt;There was never once when I felt comfortable and warm&lt;br /&gt;There was never once when I see the future&lt;br /&gt;The only picture you give is hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear life,&lt;br /&gt;There was never once when you gave me a chance&lt;br /&gt;Either to prove myself or my words&lt;br /&gt;You were always biased; never fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear brother,&lt;br /&gt;I now only know how you felt now&lt;br /&gt;Ever so lonely and hurt with nobody to turn to&lt;br /&gt;I swear it got worse without you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dad,&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were someone I could rely on&lt;br /&gt;You’re becoming a nuisance; you never made me so upset before&lt;br /&gt;You don’t see through things anymore, especially your own daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I,&lt;br /&gt;Feel like running away from this catastrophe&lt;br /&gt;Feel like meeting a fairy to set things right&lt;br /&gt;Feel like getting rid of all these displeasures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately,&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is pretend everything’s all right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-3738227988707836478?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/3738227988707836478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-hell-there-was-never-once-when-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3738227988707836478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3738227988707836478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-hell-there-was-never-once-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-3213279410539955319</id><published>2009-04-23T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:14:19.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First things first, Deklamasi Sajak is over! :D No more tarian, no more steps, no more thick make up, no more stress over what baju to wear, no more stress over which prize to give who (!), and of course, no more staying back till late nights. I think everyone deserved a pat on the back because it was hard, but I guess everyone pulled through. Our friendships even got stronger through this event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, but there's something I diss. People who talk as if they own the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-118- -aRs- Ariff Rizwan Sahab {soccer match } says:&lt;br /&gt;i heard malay dance.&lt;br /&gt; ainul fasha says:&lt;br /&gt;ah?&lt;br /&gt; ainul fasha says:&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;-118- -aRs- Ariff Rizwan Sahab {soccer match } says:&lt;br /&gt;how was the sajak nyer bende?&lt;br /&gt;-118- -aRs- Ariff Rizwan Sahab {soccer match } says:&lt;br /&gt;i heard the malay dance tangkap jambu&lt;br /&gt; ainul fasha says:&lt;br /&gt;it was fine&lt;br /&gt; ainul fasha says:&lt;br /&gt;really?&lt;br /&gt; ainul fasha says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry ah if sesiapa jealous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nobody ever reads my blog anymore because I barely update it. But oh well, I wish some people would now. My middle finger for all those shithead mofos! I know my girls well and we all enjoyed ourselves yesterday. No time eh to tangkap jambu, maybe not like you shitheads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay other than that, everything else is fine. Oh gosh, A Divisions is approaching. The first game will be on this coming Tuesday. :) And oh, PI submission dateline is tomorrow! I can't wait to get PI over and done with. I'm just left to summarise the entire thing, although I realised it's already summarised! Too many things to include! (Brainless, PI = Preliminary Ideas for Project Work)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, to that specific person who came all the way to Woodlands for I have no idea what, you better start phrasing your thoughts. You are never going to reach a conclusion when talking to me this way. You beat around the bush, you drag my thoughts, you're pulling me down. Thanks for spoiling my entire day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And lastly, I think it is time I get myself a boyfriend. HAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-3213279410539955319?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/3213279410539955319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-things-first-deklamasi-sajak-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3213279410539955319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3213279410539955319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-things-first-deklamasi-sajak-is.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-8938575432607404342</id><published>2009-04-13T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:31:32.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have four essays to do. Tarian is killing me, cheerleading is still in my head. I should know where I can commit. I am so fucking worried. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this guy named Hidir who wants his name here so that he can be happier. Kay, AMEK KAU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-8938575432607404342?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/8938575432607404342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-four-essays-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8938575432607404342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8938575432607404342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-four-essays-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-6358725900574302956</id><published>2009-04-11T15:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:33:47.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collapse'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Full Name; Ainul Fasha Bte Amran&lt;br /&gt;2. Nicknames; fasha, shasha, sha, ainul&lt;br /&gt;3. Birth place; Kandang Kerbau Hospital&lt;br /&gt;4. Hair color; natural black&lt;br /&gt;5. Natural hair style; what?&lt;br /&gt;6. Eye Color; black&lt;br /&gt;7. Birthday; 16 November 1992&lt;br /&gt;8. Favourite Country; Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite color; pink&lt;br /&gt;10. One place you'd like to visit; Mt St Helens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;more like lust at first sight&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you currently have a crush?&lt;br /&gt;you can say so&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been hurt emotionally?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever broken someone's heart?&lt;br /&gt;three years back i suppose&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever liked someone but never told them?&lt;br /&gt;many a times&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you afraid of commitment?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was the last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;erm, can't recall.&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the last person you said I love you to?&lt;br /&gt;afini HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN THIS OR THAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Love or lust?&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;2. Hard liquor or beer?&lt;br /&gt;neither&lt;br /&gt;3. Cats or dogs?&lt;br /&gt;cats&lt;br /&gt;4. A few best friends or any regular friends?&lt;br /&gt;any regular friends&lt;br /&gt;5. Creamy or Crunchy?&lt;br /&gt;creamy&lt;br /&gt;6. Pencil or Pen?&lt;br /&gt;pencil&lt;br /&gt;7. Wild night out or romantic night in?&lt;br /&gt;wild night out&lt;br /&gt;8. Money or Happiness?&lt;br /&gt;money (haha, all i can think about is shopping)&lt;br /&gt;9. Night or day?&lt;br /&gt;day&lt;br /&gt;10. IM or phone?&lt;br /&gt;phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN HAVE YOU EVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Been caught sneaking out?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;2. Seen a polar bear?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;3. Done something you regret?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;4. Bungee jumped?&lt;br /&gt;no and no thanks&lt;br /&gt;5. Eaten food that fell on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;6. Finished an entire jaw breaker?&lt;br /&gt;whats a jaw breaker?&lt;br /&gt;7. Been caught naked?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;8. Wanted an ex bf/gf back?&lt;br /&gt;used to&lt;br /&gt;9. Cried because you lost a pet ?&lt;br /&gt;YES :(&lt;br /&gt;10. Wanted to disappear?&lt;br /&gt;everytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN PREFERENCES IN A PARTNER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Smile or eyes?&lt;br /&gt;eyes&lt;br /&gt;2. Light or dark hair?&lt;br /&gt;dark&lt;br /&gt;3. Hugs or kisses?&lt;br /&gt;hugs&lt;br /&gt;4. Shorter or taller?&lt;br /&gt;taller&lt;br /&gt;5. Intelligence or attraction?&lt;br /&gt;intelligence in attraction. chey&lt;br /&gt;6. Topman or Zara?&lt;br /&gt;topman&lt;br /&gt;7. Funny or serious?&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;8. Older or Younger?&lt;br /&gt;older&lt;br /&gt;9. Outgoing or quiet?&lt;br /&gt;outgoing&lt;br /&gt;10. Sweet or Bad ?&lt;br /&gt;both :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN HAVE YOUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ever performed in front of a large crowd?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;2. Ever talked on the phone for longer than an hour?&lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever tried walking on your hands?&lt;br /&gt;i cant even cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;4. Ever been to a rock concert?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever been on a cheer leading team?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;6. Ever been on a dance team?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;7. Ever been on a sports team?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever been in a drama play/production?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever owned a BMW, Mercedes Benz, Escalade, Hummer or Bentley?&lt;br /&gt;fuck you haha&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever been in a rap video?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN LASTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last phone call you made?&lt;br /&gt;hazreel&lt;br /&gt;2. Last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;cant recall&lt;br /&gt;3. Last person you hung out with?&lt;br /&gt;parents. oh my shit, im deprived&lt;br /&gt;4. Last time you worked?&lt;br /&gt;two months back&lt;br /&gt;5. Last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;daddy&lt;br /&gt;6. Last person you IM'd?&lt;br /&gt;azray&lt;br /&gt;7. Last person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;hazreel&lt;br /&gt;8. Last person(s) you went to the movies with?&lt;br /&gt;hamzah&lt;br /&gt;9. Last person who called you?&lt;br /&gt;afiqa&lt;br /&gt;10. Last website visited?&lt;br /&gt;blogger.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;Acha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I feel like closing down this blog because i barely have any time to update.&lt;br /&gt;2. Annual Track &amp;amp; Field Day was a bitch for me.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am so tempted to accept the offer for Elite Bowling Team despite the expenses.&lt;br /&gt;4. PW and homeworks is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;5. I dont know whether I should fall for somebody. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-6358725900574302956?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/6358725900574302956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/04/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/6358725900574302956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/6358725900574302956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/04/1.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-1266820604084807932</id><published>2009-04-04T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:54:39.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its been more than a week ever since I've stepped onto Blogger or even visited my own blog. How disappointing. Haha! Well, I have been super busy, perhaps just too many commitments. For the past week, I have been busy with Malay Dance, Saggitarius Cheerleading, A Division's Bowling Training and Anderson Alumni Band Practices. Yes on top of that, I have to juggle all my junior college work, not forgetting to spare some time for the wonderful friends I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For some reason, I am appreciating life in junior college more than I think I would. If I were to enter Poly, I doubt I have learnt as much knowledge as what I have acquired now, through those lessons of many subjects I've learnt for two months so far. Comparing myself to Polytechnic students who are still waiting for school to begin, I feel more advantaged. I mean, obviously, they can say, "Why stress yourself in a junior college? You can always wait for Poly and work." But inevidently, I have my reasons. I don't see a point wasting precious time on things that you are not ready for at this age, such as getting a job to earn extra income, or sitting at home, being a potato couch. I may complain about school but I don't think there would be any other place that would suit me better. So far, school has never been demoralising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talking about commitment, I guess something came out of the blue and I initially didn't know how to take it in. But I guess he was really sweet for spilling the beans from miles away even when he's not ready to. I really appreciate it. Lets just follow where the river takes us to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag Replies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Michelle: omg, I miss you too! where have you gone to?&lt;br /&gt;zoul: i thought the ulat's in your ass? HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kal: relinked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-1266820604084807932?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/1266820604084807932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-more-than-week-ever-since-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/1266820604084807932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/1266820604084807932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-more-than-week-ever-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-7860340358523725091</id><published>2009-03-26T15:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:43:36.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317397569413146370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/Scsw6qZlZwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wyk6KabUjAo/s320/dad" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was daddy's birthday! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 47th birthday daddyyyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, yes I know my dad is still rather young, you don't have to mention it. I'm glad that he's still young, and young at heart. Although sometimes he's too young at heart and gets pretty sarcastic like how teens, or young teachers, these days do. I still love him though, for everything. For his sarcasm, his Pin 10, his huge belly, his 'look-very-fine-teeth-which-are-not-fine, his everything. And that is my daddy up there. *Points up* Cute right? :D So yesterday, I bought this expensive card for him. I wrote on half of the card, whereas mother and big brother wrote on the other half. I seriously don't know whether he already found the card or not, so haha! We shall see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So far, I think I've had eight birthday wishes, just for the month of March. There are still to come. So yeah. I seriously have nothing much to update. Just that, I pretty love school, minues the homeworks. I am sick and tired of homeworks! Last but not least, I miss (five letters). And I think (six letters) is a jerk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-7860340358523725091?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/7860340358523725091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-was-daddys-birthday-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/7860340358523725091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/7860340358523725091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-was-daddys-birthday-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/Scsw6qZlZwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/wyk6KabUjAo/s72-c/dad' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-2438052990329109020</id><published>2009-03-23T16:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:07:22.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag replies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gpa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fred, too bad ah. Hahaha! Kesian kau. Manchester United pon kalah dengan Fulham, 2-0. Haha! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, specially for gpa09. It is my blog and I practice freedom of speech on my blog. I was fucking there when I saw the performance and I write what I think is good and what is not. I don't think you should comment anything on what I write because what I wrote has reflected in the performance and results of gpa09 itself. Since you didn't like what I said so much, let me rephrase it, this time according to my HONEST thoughts. The first performance was from Cedar Girls. I didn't really like the performance, pretty plain and complicated. I couldn't understand the issues being potrayed. There was too much shouting at some parts of the show. But I guess that was a good effort, like I think they did it on their own and it was a lot of work to do such research on the quantity of the content they were potraying. After Cedar was Pasir Ris. Their performance was spectacular. It was abstract and yet creative. I guess everyone enjoyed their performance. After that was Riverside. I think it was great for their own effort. We could really see effort being put in. But they could improve it if there was an increase in props and proper rehearsals or (okay, I do not know how to phrase my words). They may not be as interesting as Pasir Ris but we could understand what they were trying to tell the audience. Lastly, it was Tanjong Katong. They were impressive, with their instruments and such. The music was spectacular, I thought. Their poetry was also in harmony and it was entirely creative. Very hilarious too. All in all, we thought the first place would go to either Pasir Ris or Tanjong Katong, and yeah, our predictions were right after all! So there goes my repost as required by gpa09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Afiqa baby, thanks for supporting! HAHA! :D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-2438052990329109020?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/2438052990329109020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/fred-too-bad-ah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/2438052990329109020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/2438052990329109020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/fred-too-bad-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-434287515028220635</id><published>2009-03-22T15:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:44:30.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-drug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funbowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gpa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315976359907908162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/ScYkVYavWkI/AAAAAAAAANs/kx3bk3drBGs/s320/sufi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now again, another birthday wish. &lt;strong&gt;Happy Seventeenth Birthday Sufi Hakim!&lt;/strong&gt; Haha! One day, it'll be my turn to treat you. Haha! Oh, thanks for everything, from your treats to your soccer rivalry. Heheh. You know, this day have been such a sway day for me but I hope it is a good day for you. Enjoy it while it lasts! As cliche as it may sound, good luck in all your endeavours. :D Love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was a hectic day. I went out early in the morning with Afiqa to VivoCity to support the team representing Anderson in the Anti-Drug Dance Competition. We only had time to watch them rehearse and we were also able to make them up. I met Raaa and Izah there together with Hafiz. Oh my gosh, I missed them so much. It was just too bad that I didn't get to stay there for much longer. I met Hazreel and friend at Vivo too and wooooo, I finally met up with Hazreel. I really missed him so much, tak bedek! We walked around Vivo to get some necessities first and then Afiqa, Athirah, Syatirah and I took the train to Serangoon. Hazreel and friend alighted at Clarke Quay though. Thank you Hazreel for guiding these lost people and accompanying us till Clarke Quay. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At Serangoon, we took a bus to Nanyang Junior College(NYJC) for Gema Puisi Artistik(GPA). We met truckloads of ex Andersonions at NYJC. Of course, met up with the girls whom I've not met for so long. For GPA, I think the judging was fair, and who won deserved to win and who didn't, well, didn't deserve it anyway. And so, NYJC was filled with thrill and gossips which really can't be put to words. Just so you know, it was just horrifying to see Ariff-look-alike. Seriously disturbing to me. Other than that, I had a good time at NYJC and then my parents fetched me before going bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I asked my parents to bring slippers for me because I had blisters thanks to the heels which never gave me blisters before. How disappointing. And so, for bowling, I only played two and a half games because my blisters were killing me. After that, I just had to freeze to death while waiting for the entire family to finish bowling. After bowling, as per normal, we headed to Alif for supper together with Cik Putri's family. We had a good time laughing over all kinds of jokes and I met Izoul there too. Haha, after so long! Apparently I got to know he was going to play in today's Funbowl too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And yes, today came and it was really not a happy today. I couldn't play. It was more than disappointing. My scores were horrible or maybe even worse than horrible. I had a hard time handling &lt;em&gt;SOME people&lt;/em&gt; who actually insulted my fucking intelligence. My blisters didn't make it any better. Nonetheless, I knew I had to try to smile through it. I mean, nobody likes to frown. Congratulations to my Aunty for clinching another position in the Women's Category this week. Congratulations to my Uncle for clinching the third position in the Men's Category and especially to my younger cousin who is AGAIN the Champion for this Funbowl. Oh, congratulations to Izoul too for clinching the fifth position(if I'm not wrong).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the Funbowl, we headed to Bukit Panjang to eat. I was hungry and I was all in for lunch. But then again, in front of me was a nice lunch, with a nice drink and a nice soup but for whatever reason, I had to stain my white shirt didn't I? That entirely spoilt my mood for the day until now. When my mood is spoilt, &lt;em&gt;SOME people&lt;/em&gt; had to ruin it further. The same fucked up people who tried to insult my intelligence. Thanks for spoiling my day too many a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lastly, I HAVE NOT COMPLETED MY HOMEWORKS! I swear I'm not ready to go back to school. I wish &lt;em&gt;somebody(s)&lt;/em&gt; would come back and make me and my day feel better. :((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-434287515028220635?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/434287515028220635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-was-hectic-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/434287515028220635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/434287515028220635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-was-hectic-day.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/ScYkVYavWkI/AAAAAAAAANs/kx3bk3drBGs/s72-c/sufi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-8042848702600704969</id><published>2009-03-20T15:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:57:08.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss you'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss a whole bunch of people, I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Firstly, lets start from my schoolmates. Holidays is killing me. It is not only that we have truckloads of homework to do but not meeting up with my friends is like leaving a hole of emptiness which you can just fall into if you walk over it. I only realise the part they play this holidays. It is like almost as if not meeting up with them just struck me in the head. Afini, Afiqa, A.N, Aneesh, Arvind, Azyan, Dee, Evangeline, Haider, Hakim, John, Navin and possibly a lot lot lot more whom I see and say 'hi' or 'hello' to everyday who spice up my school life, making me smile, happy and thrilled like nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Secondly, I miss my secondary school mates. I haven't met up with them for a long time, be it my juniors or my batchmates. I guess it is a bit hard due to the clash in our schedules and such. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Not to forget, the best friend I have found in secondary school, Miss &lt;strong&gt;Rumizah&lt;/strong&gt;. I swear I miss her to bits. I miss her white face, her blur face, her smile, her eyes, her randomness, her gossips, her laughter, her sweet voice, her listening ears. Baby, there's nothing more that I miss than a girlfriend by my side. Sometimes, I get so upset that it's hard for me to be by you or you to be by me till I may begin to tear and feel paranoid about all sorts of things. I just hope that you're doing well and my absence is not killing you the way your absence is killing me. Bottom line, I miss you babygirl.&lt;/span&gt; I miss the crap and laughter from the clique we used to be, Hafiz, Hairi, Hannah. The band members and juniors, Benjamin, Izyan, Sarah, Shahril, Si Kai. I definitely missed working with my stubborn Band Major and Drum Major. I miss how I had to nag at you boys to keep you on task. I miss how we would argue over the littlest things and I miss how I had to cry. Haha! I miss the girls. I miss us going out together. I miss the harmonious laughters. And I miss the deep-dark-secrets-sessions. Athirah, Afiqa(again), Aqilah, Effa, Hazwani, Ikmaliah, Nafeeshah, Syatirah. I miss the dancers too, Squareroot 64 and T.A.C! I miss the crazy sessions that we had, the last minute practices and choreography. The camwhoring and the freestyle-dancing-like-nobody's-business sessions. Adam, Hazwani(again), Nadz, Rumizah(again), Sofiyah, Sufi, Suks, Thiviyah, Zul. I don't really miss my classmates, for whatever reasons but there are two girls whom I miss sitting with them, I miss camwhoring during lessons with them, one of them which I miss waking her up. They are Hazwani(and again) and Jacqueline Koh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thirdly, here comes the part where I miss my friends, those friends I knew from this website called Friendster (or MSN or whatever). I have definitely made good friends from there, where I can talk about anything and everything with them, I swear. First and foremost is obviously Hazreel and Khairi. This two boys can make me smile at almost anytime of the day or night. Yes, I really miss the two of you. But yay, I'm meeting Hazreel this Wednesday, like finally, though I'm not really sure about Khairi. Haha! And I miss Hamzah too! It's the holidays and he is unable to leave Malaysia and oh gosh, I am excited to hear from you. Please enter Singapore soon. I miss Nurudin Hakim, who found his name un-cool when I found it so cool. He's currently in Kuala Lumpur, enjoying his holiday. I will only get to speak with him again, next week, on Friday. How sad. I definitely will miss that BoII TkDe LiNkk. Haha! Okay, inside joke. Anyway, I miss Sufi Hakim as well. The boy who tries to curl the bowling ball but always fails to do so. And his birthday is in two days time! But I'm sorry I can't spend time with you on your birthday. I miss Azray, the boy who looks like a girl to me. Haha! I bet he'll point his middle finger at me if he reads this, but really, he has the pretty boy look. This boy will find ways to entertain me, even if I think he doesn't want to. Haha! Kay the last but not least for this paragraph are Ajie and Lufee. I also don't know why I miss these two boys because it has been a long time since we chatted and stuff. But I guess they have spiced up my life once, and so they'll remain in my heart for good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lastly, I MISS &lt;strong&gt;NURUL SYAKINAH BTE SAHAK&lt;/strong&gt;! My dearest dearest cousin, it has been a long time since I've heard from you or seen you around. Please sleepover soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, my fingers are tired from typing this post. But I have one teeny-weeny portion I want to brag about. My big brother wanted to treat me to a movie yesterday! But too bad all the movies were late and mummy wouldn't allow us to be out late at night. So, he said perhaps today. But the point is, this is the first time he have though of treating me to a movie so three cheers for my big brother! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-8042848702600704969?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/8042848702600704969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-whole-bunch-of-people-i-swear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8042848702600704969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8042848702600704969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-whole-bunch-of-people-i-swear.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-8621949375309650706</id><published>2009-03-18T13:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:24:10.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarah chew'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/ScCECaJDZiI/AAAAAAAAANk/NEm_JnmzTOg/s1600-h/sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314392737209083426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/ScCECaJDZiI/AAAAAAAAANk/NEm_JnmzTOg/s320/sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And yet, another birthday wish again. :) &lt;strong&gt;Happy Sixteenth Birthday Sarah Chew!&lt;/strong&gt; Kay, first and foremost, I know you're currently sick and if you're still sick, get well soon my darling. This girl here have been one of the most wonderful juniors, ever. &lt;em&gt;She's the reason why I'm happy at band.&lt;/em&gt; I bet you didn't know that right, Sarah? Haha! Of course, she's facing SYF and o'levels this year but given her capability, I'm sure she'll be able to cope both well. Of course, the preparations for both SYF and o'levels would not be a breeze but I'm sure your results will pay off. Thank you for being such a wonderful secretary, taking over my position and fulfilling things that I was never able to fulfil. Have a happy, happy birthday and enjoy it while it lasts. I effing love you very much lah! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-8621949375309650706?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/8621949375309650706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-yet-another-birthday-wish-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8621949375309650706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8621949375309650706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-yet-another-birthday-wish-again.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/ScCECaJDZiI/AAAAAAAAANk/NEm_JnmzTOg/s72-c/sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-1986198093591324320</id><published>2009-03-17T19:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:45:10.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jurong point'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science centre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag replies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I definitely had a long day yesterday. In the morning, I went to school because we had a trip to the science centre. The 'Amazing Chemistry' lecture was literally amazing. All the reaction processes were chemistry that would never be taught in schools. As a class, we have to put up an entry on 'Amazing Chemistry' but I guess that would come a little later. So, I would update on it a little later too. Anyway, after 'Amazing Chemistry', we were given the choice to tour around Science Centre or just head home or do whatever we wanted because we were released. I definitely didn't want to bore myself with Science Centre because I just toured it a few weeks back! So, Evangeline and I decided to have some girl time together at Jurong Point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We headed to Jurong Point, surveyed around for skirts, shirts, pumps, and many more. I definitely wished I had much more money in my hands, you know. But we walked around for a while, bought a few necessities and we were off to Causeway Point, especially after both of us got a little worked up over somebody. She met a friend at Causeway and we then went our separate ways. I went to Starbucks before heading home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Okay, I'm beginning to feel a little lazy to blog.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After heading home, I got myself ready to go out again, to meet Hamzah. I went for band after meeting him. And yeah, band ended at 2100 hours. My parents fetched me home after that. Sighh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mother is sick today, so she didn't go to work. But I woke up at 1700 hours anyway. I know I sound like a pig. But who cares, I was tired. I think I'll be doing my homework soon. I better get started on it. Whats confirmed for this week is Running and Bowling on Wednesday, GPA on Saturday, Sentosa on Sunday! YAY :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Tag Replies]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Raaa: I'm doing great darling. What bout you? Text me soon tau!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Afiqa: I guess, tk menjadi eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vidic: Haha, who are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-1986198093591324320?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/1986198093591324320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-definitely-had-long-day-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/1986198093591324320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/1986198093591324320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-definitely-had-long-day-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-7383051402392187861</id><published>2009-03-15T20:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:29:48.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester united'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butterfly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bowling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funbowl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liverpool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bella'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First things first. I lost Bella last Thursday, which was four days back. I swear I am devastated. Bella's been with me for like a month plus already. I only realised I lost her after running five rounds of interval. Imagine how tired I was and apparently, I had the motivation to run another round thanks to Bella. But oh well, I got an improper substitute for a while before actually returning home and putting Sexy in. And now, Butterfly's in! I am so happy! Haha! Okay, the elaboration, only few people will know about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like putting up some pictures. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/Sbz01adaZxI/AAAAAAAAAM8/NYgcmDVpiV0/s1600-h/gerrard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313390858863273746" style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/Sbz01adaZxI/AAAAAAAAAM8/NYgcmDVpiV0/s320/gerrard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/Sbz02MgmGsI/AAAAAAAAANc/Zvo5lYPHhNA/s1600-h/lvpl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313390872298396354" style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/Sbz02MgmGsI/AAAAAAAAANc/Zvo5lYPHhNA/s320/lvpl2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/Sbz017l3CPI/AAAAAAAAANE/SmovI9of0X4/s1600-h/gerrard1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313390867757074674" style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/Sbz017l3CPI/AAAAAAAAANE/SmovI9of0X4/s320/gerrard1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/Sbz02E1c85I/AAAAAAAAANU/bEGm1D5Xsk4/s1600-h/lvpl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313390870238393234" style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/Sbz02E1c85I/AAAAAAAAANU/bEGm1D5Xsk4/s320/lvpl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/Sbz01y00dCI/AAAAAAAAANM/1iuI2V38kLk/s1600-h/hahhahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313390865403900962" style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/Sbz01y00dCI/AAAAAAAAANM/1iuI2V38kLk/s320/hahhahaha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From here, you can obviously tell that I am biased and the team I am supporting is also more than obvious. Not like I'm going to rub in salt to the wounds of Manchester United fans but I guess the victory was something to be proud of. I shall summarize it all. Both teams played well, just that one suffers more bad luck than the other. But I realise the worse thing that could happen is losing at home. Before the final whistle, I observed people walking out already and the stadium became empty. I thought that was a horrible way of showing support to your team, you know. One thing I admire is the efforts put in by both teams, even until the very last minute. What's disappointing about Liverpool is that they can win such strong teams, but for whatever reason, they can never defeat the less demanding teams. I guess everything has its pros and cons. But still I guess it was 'sweet' revenge in a way because Rooney had comments on Liverpool, didn't he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had bowling last night and I wore the Liverpool jersey on purpose. I didn't get the chance to watch the match though but Sufi managed to update me while I was bowling. Apparently, all my cousins, including my uncle supports Manchester United, so I had a hard time dealing with them and their discontentment of me wearing Liverpool's jersey. But since I couldn't catch the match, it is always good to show some support. I guess many eyes glancing at me, either they feel hatred fr the jersey I'm wearing or they feel proud that someone is showing some support. Either way goes. I still held my head up high and I ended up getting good news from Sufi. On the other hand, he is a Manchester United fan and I guess he had a hard time updating me about Liverpool's scores and thus I thank him for that. I didn't play well last night though and I got worried because today's the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And this morning, after only two hours of sleep, my family and I headed to Bukit Batok CSC for the game. It was a FunBowl so I just had to think nothing of it. I was surprised though when I could play really well for all three games with rather consistent results. I ended up in the second position in the Ladies' Category. Congratulations to my Aunt for clinching the first position and mother for clinching the fourth position in the Ladies' Category. Congratulations too to my younger cousin who clinched the first position in the Men's Category. So yeah, we headed home after the game and I slept for a while. And I mean it, for a while. At 1730 hours, I managed to catch the Liverpool vs Manchester United game for myself. And then, here I am in front of the computer. I think I'm sleeping soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sorry if the post is a little monotonous. Haha! I can't help it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-7383051402392187861?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/7383051402392187861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-things-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/7383051402392187861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/7383051402392187861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-things-first.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/Sbz01adaZxI/AAAAAAAAAM8/NYgcmDVpiV0/s72-c/gerrard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-7054411328094530400</id><published>2009-03-12T19:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:05:58.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matiin'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/Sbj4vI6DjiI/AAAAAAAAAMM/g4umPLh5iUY/s1600-h/mat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312269249212026402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/Sbj4vI6DjiI/AAAAAAAAAMM/g4umPLh5iUY/s320/mat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again, another birthday wish. &lt;strong&gt;Happy Seventeenth Birthday, Mattin Hassan!&lt;/strong&gt; A classmate of mine for three years. I can talk to him about anything and everything under the sun. Thanks for all the times we've shared. Although you're such a joker and get on my nerves sometimes, I really really love you as a good friend, sometimes, a brother. I miss you so much Matiin Hassan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, school is killing me. It is more like, PE is killing me. Haha! I know that 5 rounds of interval is nothing compared to 7 rounds of interval, but knowing that an unfit, very-long-never-exercise girl like me, CANNOT MAKE IT. Haha! There goes my Singlish. Anyway, we already had some kind of intensive training for bowling yesterday. It was bad enough that my hamstrings hurt but it was worse after yesterdays training because my shoulders began to hurt. And today, it officially hurts! And today, we had conditioning and intervals training and both my legs hurt thank you very much. :( For now, I just feel like lying flat on my bed and fall asleep but too bad I have GP to do. Okay, I better step on it so that I can sleep early. Heh :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-7054411328094530400?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/7054411328094530400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/again-another-birthday-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/7054411328094530400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/7054411328094530400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/again-another-birthday-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/Sbj4vI6DjiI/AAAAAAAAAMM/g4umPLh5iUY/s72-c/mat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-6661825110356597362</id><published>2009-03-10T18:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:58:16.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jello'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SbZFmS27b1I/AAAAAAAAAME/vVQIwOIN24c/s1600-h/jello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311509334729650002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SbZFmS27b1I/AAAAAAAAAME/vVQIwOIN24c/s320/jello.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Firstly, &lt;strong&gt;Happy 20th Birthday Jello!&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, it seems like there's so many people who share their birthdays in March. But yes, your age now doesn't start with a one anymore, whereas a two. Shows that you're old, really old. Hahaha! Jello, oh Jello, we've been friends for I have no idea how long, but it's very long. It's okay that we're not even close because I know if I have noone to turn to, you'll be there. Eh, vice versa. :) Oh, and I chose this picture because I like it. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, I AM SO TIRED! I need some sleep. Okay, done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-6661825110356597362?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/6661825110356597362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/firstly-happy-20th-birthday-jello-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/6661825110356597362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/6661825110356597362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/firstly-happy-20th-birthday-jello-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SbZFmS27b1I/AAAAAAAAAME/vVQIwOIN24c/s72-c/jello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-8989893080619772875</id><published>2009-03-09T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:47:27.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiqal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SbUiC42_ftI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zLOWMqfgLgQ/s1600-h/qal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311188768571490002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SbUiC42_ftI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zLOWMqfgLgQ/s320/qal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Seventeenth Birthday Haiqal!&lt;/strong&gt; :D Although I think I barely know you, but yes, you deserve this birthday wish. Hehe, dia dah botak. Hopefully, it'll clear your seventeen year old brain of all the unwanted memories and open up your mind to many other things in this world. Okay, I swear I'm already oh so tired so I'm talking some crap right now. Okay, may all your wishes come true! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-8989893080619772875?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/8989893080619772875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-seventeenth-birthday-haiqal-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8989893080619772875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8989893080619772875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-seventeenth-birthday-haiqal-d.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SbUiC42_ftI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zLOWMqfgLgQ/s72-c/qal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-8878072497607442933</id><published>2009-03-08T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:34:22.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I have so many things to blog about but I just don't know where to start. Since 'studies comes first', lets start with studies. I've been so slack last week, I practically did nothing. I tried doing Chemistry just now and I struggled so much. I almost cried I tell you. I spent like at least half an hour on one question. But thank you Navin for guiding me along. And yeah, i struggled with my Math too. :( Sometimes, I just think that the lecturers are going too fast but I guess it IS the pace of junior college, one of the many things that I have to adapt to. Tomorrow is going to be an intensive studying day for me. Right after school at 1540 hours, I would study all the way till extra lecture starts, afterwhich I would continue either in the canteen or somewhere else, BUT HOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next, parents have never failed to get on my nerves. Mother has always been nagging about everything and anything under the sun. Your earstuds are not for you, when I bought them for myself with my own fucking money, are you jealous or something? Can you don't walk like that, when I always have been walking like that. Can you cut your nails, when I can't due to some reasons she should know of. Stop frowning before I give you a tight slap, when I was just stoning. And as for father, he's the most sarcastic person and apparently, I have to live with him. All he talks about is my supposed boyfriend which I do not have. They always tell me that my attitude sucks, my face sucks, the way I talk sucks, okay, lets just put it this way, literally everything about me sucks. But guess what? I got my fucking genes from you. And notice I do not use the word 'my' to relate them to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bowling have been a disaster. Actually I was beginning to learn the right way to bowl, but it is a step by step basis. what do mother and father expect? Me, turning into a professional overnight? The more you nag about the way I play, the more I get worse as I start going back to my old habits again. Doesn't it looks like nothing else ever gets onto my nerves except you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, lets cut the extremely upsetting part and get to the parts which really make me feel better. But I'll say it in one sentence and keep it short and sweet. Now there is this someone who is able to make me smile, anytime. And yes, despite this long and upsetting post, I am smiling already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-8878072497607442933?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/8878072497607442933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-i-have-so-many-things-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8878072497607442933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8878072497607442933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-i-have-so-many-things-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-1836217807397239866</id><published>2009-03-06T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:33:55.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is one of the most beautiful things I've read.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't be with you today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but if you close your eyes and think;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be beside you in the kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wearing your shirt - standing by the sink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be with you in the bedroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waiting quietly on your bed;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just close your eyes and think of me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;relive those memories in your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll stand by you in the bathroom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an unlikely place to meet;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll smile at you so playfully&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as I let you brush my teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be your light in the darkness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shining steady through and through;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You only have to watch it glow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to know I think of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be the music that you listen to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be there in every song:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll laugh with you and sing with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and comfort you when your day's gone wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be the wind that ruffles your hair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be that warm embrace;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be the hand on your shoulder,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be the tender touch on your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be the clock gently ticking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reminding you of the times;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've shut the rest of the world outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're in our own world - yours and mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be the moon as it dances&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the water cold and still;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For I have loved you alway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sand I know I always will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though you may not see me physically&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as you live your life today;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just close your eyes and think of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will not be far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Judy Burnette&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-1836217807397239866?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/1836217807397239866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-one-of-most-beautiful-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/1836217807397239866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/1836217807397239866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-one-of-most-beautiful-things.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-5769451971407091551</id><published>2009-03-04T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:01:24.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, so yesterday went to school, normal school day, just that we had extra Chemistry lecture all the way until 7. After extra lecture, I met Sufi Hakim for Starbucks. Yeah, thanks for the treat and the mickey-like bottle cap opener. Hehe. Then we walked around Causeway Point and I bought myself a pair of earrings and a clip which has same combinations with Bella. Hehe. Definitely a tiring day yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, it was even more lethargic. I couldn't focus at all. I only had Chemistry Practical and Math Tutorial just now. Imagine, pouring a wrong chemical for the experiment. If the chemical was explosive, I would have died, on the spot, there, right there. Then for Math, I barely knew what was going on, so yeah. I was extremely sleepy. And so, when I tried to keep awake, I just drift away. At 12.40pm, I just went home, and SLEEP. I wished I had sufficient sleep though. I had to wake up in the evening for bowling. Even bowling was like energyless to me. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be a nice day, and I'm sure of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-5769451971407091551?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/5769451971407091551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-so-yesterday-went-to-school-normal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/5769451971407091551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/5769451971407091551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-so-yesterday-went-to-school-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-2935438949848994149</id><published>2009-03-02T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:54:11.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm finally done with H1 Geography Homework but I don't feel like doing anymore homework. I'm so sleepy. Okay, more like lazy. Before I end the day, I'd like to make a wish for someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308587176640070146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/Savj6TrTQgI/AAAAAAAAALs/QstspS6PWEs/s320/qal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Seventeenth Birthday Haiqal!&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sorry I haven't been able to talk to you much lately. But heck, you're one of the nice guys I've known. A year older, I'm sure a year wiser. Good luck in Polytechnic which would starts in a month's time. Surely, a smart boy like you will do well. Lastly, as cliche as it may sound, good luck in all your endeavours as well! Stay sweet! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-2935438949848994149?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/2935438949848994149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-finally-done-with-h1-geography.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/2935438949848994149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/2935438949848994149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-finally-done-with-h1-geography.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/Savj6TrTQgI/AAAAAAAAALs/QstspS6PWEs/s72-c/qal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-4710718104590695507</id><published>2009-03-02T19:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:46:23.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm feeling kind of bored although I know that I have tonnes of work to do. And so I have decided to fool around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="quiztitle" href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofshoeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Shoe Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Cowboy Boots.&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean you're country, just funky. You've got a ton of attitude and confidence. You're unique, expressive, and even a little bit wacky. You wear whatever you feel like and you have your own sense of style. You are straight shooting and honest. You tell people how it is. Low maintenance and free wheeling, you're always up for an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="quiztitle" href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoureadyforanewboyfriendquiz/"&gt;Are You Ready for a New Boyfriend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to date again. (grins widely)&lt;br /&gt;If you're not out there already, you should be. Your ex is long gone from your heart, and you are ready for another relationship. Any guy you meet gets a clean slate - and no emotional baggage. Congratulations, you've gotten completely over him. Now, on to a better guy :) It's time for you to start dating! Post your photo and profile on a bunch of personals sites. Before long, you won't have any more lonely Saturday nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="quiztitle" href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanindependentwomanquiz/"&gt;Are You an Independent Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are 52% Independent.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you're a pretty independent woman. You don't follow trends just to fit in. You've got your own cool thing going on, though you sometimes still care too much about what other's think. (So true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="quiztitle" href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoutoopickywhenitcomestomenquiz/"&gt;Are You Too Picky When It Comes To Men?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are picky when it counts.&lt;br /&gt;Like most sane women, you want a great guy who will treat you well. But you're also willing to put up with a few flaws in your Mr. Right. You should congratulate yourself on having a realistic approach to dating. You probably have quite a few great guys you can date! (Not too sure about the last part yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="quiztitle" href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolornailpolishbestfitsyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Nail Polish Best Fits You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You nail polish colour is pink. (YAY)&lt;br /&gt;How you're unique: You're girly without being high maintenance. Why your style rocks: You're the perfect blend of stylish, preppy, and cute. What this color says about you: I am secure enough not to follow every trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I guess homework time! Tomorrow's going to be a long day. I'll be seeing somebody at Starbucks, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-4710718104590695507?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/4710718104590695507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-feeling-kind-of-bored-although-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/4710718104590695507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/4710718104590695507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-feeling-kind-of-bored-although-i.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-6675259937642538063</id><published>2009-03-01T20:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:06:12.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sufi hakim'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First of all, I shall make it a point not to blog about my frustration or about people. I don't want to be like them. I shall keep my mouth shut until some day they gain some balls to say something in my face. :) I have been moody for the entire day today from the moment I woke up. Some people just added to the unpleasant mood of mine but I guess someone managed to put a smile on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who else, if it's not Sufi Hakim eh? Such a nice fella. Haha! We just realised that we've only been friends for a week but see the wonders he is able to do already. It's rather hard lah kan to make me smile when I don't want to. But I guess, he achieved something today. He even flattered me, thanks. Not like I get flattered everyday. Haha! But no matter how much this boy can make me smile eh, he's still just as annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;fasha: dah uh i also wanna blog HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;sufi: haha. gi ah. sebok je. dah la liverpool kalah&lt;br /&gt;fasha: TKDE LINK SEY DIAM AH&lt;br /&gt;sufi: hahahahaha. cume nak add some salt to the wound je. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cekik darah punya anak. Anyway, school tomorrow and I don't feel like going. Is Hamzah ever coming online? I HAVE QUESTIONS :( Okay! Time for pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308201934996614674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SaqFiSuDrhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/sK3zxR8gD4Y/s320/Dsc05470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308201941784410178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SaqFisAZOEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vNzdKd4DB98/s320/Dsc05472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308201951228626818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SaqFjPMEh4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/d3XL1153k5Q/s320/Dsc05473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308201951949060402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SaqFjR31eTI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Jd3N_-ja5mo/s320/Dsc05475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308202181772500434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SaqFwqCA3dI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sCVLifmwLSo/s320/Dsc05478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308202181290624002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SaqFwoPIBAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/C5pCYiWcqIA/s320/Dsc05479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308202189110321282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SaqFxFXfIII/AAAAAAAAAKU/XM8vZalXRmQ/s320/Dsc05481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308202199667511506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SaqFxsshENI/AAAAAAAAAKc/yN7voOPzWAk/s320/Dsc05482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308202472384402258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SaqGBkpSk1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/1OXoCyTA_y0/s320/Dsc05483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308202481023347138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SaqGCE0-acI/AAAAAAAAAKs/zt78YW218ss/s320/Dsc05484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308202486361873090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SaqGCYtx2sI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ssp_BHYEcCU/s320/Dsc05485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308202491994563058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SaqGCtst4fI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vIBAc5fyzsc/s320/Dsc05487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308202491037454946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SaqGCqIhkmI/AAAAAAAAALE/CVTyL5y8_8o/s320/Dsc05491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308202781542245122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SaqGTkWQ4wI/AAAAAAAAALM/GF9TvJiE84M/s320/Dsc05492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308202790737493170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SaqGUGmlPLI/AAAAAAAAALU/zrb7bzQsS-4/s320/Dsc05493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308202789355359890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SaqGUBdDjpI/AAAAAAAAALc/ngFBnfZsc3c/s320/Dsc05495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308202797302781682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SaqGUfD3lvI/AAAAAAAAALk/v4DdvYxYSEg/s320/Dsc05497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we may have looked like kids taking all those photos. But who cares? There's a kid in us! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-6675259937642538063?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/6675259937642538063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-of-all-i-shall-make-it-point-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/6675259937642538063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/6675259937642538063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-of-all-i-shall-make-it-point-not.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SaqFiSuDrhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/sK3zxR8gD4Y/s72-c/Dsc05470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-6192013017718013708</id><published>2009-02-28T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:32:03.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not lesbian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science centre'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't believe so many people believed that i turned lesbian literally from my previous post. How can that be possible when Bella isn't even a person?! Aiyohh! Those who are still confused, please clarify with me personally, thank you. Haha! And oh yeah, to those people who want to tag, please enter your name because I hate anonymous taggers because I think they got no guts. Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, today, went out with cousin Nad. I met her at Yew Tee, and then we headed to Lot 1. I swear we spent two freaking hours just to search for a bottom and a top. And I think if her mother didn't come by to help us, we would have taken a longer time to decide. Pfft. It was like a typical girl scene where the girls are so fickled about the things they buy. We entered every shop possible at least twice I think. We ended up buying a very pretty OP skirt and a Hang Ten Polo after two hours of consideration. We're wearing them for Women's Doubles tomorrow. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We then headed to Jurong East to go to Science Centre. Before that, we wanted to eat, but I was so slow I didn't know Jurong Entertainment Centre has closed down. We decided to eat at Warong Penyet and then we headed to Science Centre. We went round and round until we covered the entire centre. I bought myself a bangle and a glow in the dark nail polish (gatal) and then we went our separate ways as our parents fetched us home respectively. I'll post some pictures up soon, so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And lastly, just the last one, I have four words to sum up my entire post: &lt;strong&gt;I AM NOT LESBIAN&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-6192013017718013708?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/6192013017718013708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cant-believe-so-many-people-believed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/6192013017718013708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/6192013017718013708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cant-believe-so-many-people-believed.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-6466431894747977624</id><published>2009-02-27T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:26:03.033+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Still the best,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the best by far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Any stand ins?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm weak, emotionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I'm strong mentally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unfortunately my mental barrier is easily broken by my emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So what now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm turning lesbian because I love bella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha fuck, I need to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-6466431894747977624?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/6466431894747977624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-best-best-by-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/6466431894747977624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/6466431894747977624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-best-best-by-far.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-2199406135064027916</id><published>2009-02-25T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:13:17.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The school's filled with love, crushes and eyecandies or otherwise, enemies, conflicts and rumours. I swear this is like never ending. But I guess this is just part and parcel of life, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy 100th Post! -.- Actually I'm just blogging because Mr Sufi Hakim told me to. I swear I have nothing much to rant about except for my undying frustration. And for some bloody reason, I feel like I need a break. You know, just head to the beach some time or go cycling or no homework. You get my whole point. :( And so, I can't wait for tomorrow's late lunch date with Afini and perhaps some other girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bowling's closing down for whatever reason. The school is corrupted. I hate it. I joined Innova so that it is convenient for me to join bowling. And now, look at what the school is doing. Thanks ah! I really didn't regret my choice of joining Innova. And it is not only bowling lah. Cheerleading and soccer girls and some other CCA are suffering too, unfortunately. I'm going to hate Innova for this. Pfft. So much for giving us that "PASSION" talk the other day. I am like never ever joining another cocked up CCA ah thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some people do not deserve to be praised, or at least not too much, sometimes not at all. Sometimes you should distant yourself from some people, but sometimes stay close to others. But have you ever felt that you don't know who you should be in front of one person? It is not because you are unsure about yourself but more like insecurity of the person you're friends with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, some people can be such a bitch. She was so nice, friendly, cheerful in secondary school. Now, I got to see that she's just a rotten apple inside. You go around telling my friends things and you think they would keep it safely from me for you. You just have to dream on. You go around telling people that I'm a bitch. Guess what, it takes one to know one and fools do not defer. Someone thinks she's so pretty and she's got big boobs and she just trimmed her eyebrows and she's the best because she came out in the papers. Get a life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-2199406135064027916?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/2199406135064027916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/schools-filled-with-love-crushes-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/2199406135064027916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/2199406135064027916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/schools-filled-with-love-crushes-and.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-3909999955940541439</id><published>2009-02-22T18:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:52:23.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bowling'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SaEnkaItNFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vCZNfQXKJEQ/s1600-h/DSCN4957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305565342463767634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SaEnkaItNFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vCZNfQXKJEQ/s320/DSCN4957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had bowling yesterday and I swear I couldn't play. It was practically because I am still so new to the 'throw' that I can't take all my spares. How disappointing. But for some reason, I could control my temper better and I know I'll be better some day. Okay, lets leave all the disappointments and lets talk about something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Initially, I woke up at 0930 hours today. I managed to catch Monster House, something I never did watch before. Haha! How kental. But I like the plot of the story although it can be a little lame. But cute lah! Haha what the hell. Call myself a turning seventeen teenager. After Monster House, I fell asleep again, even though I had the drive to continue my homework today. I was woken by Navin's call. Thank you my darling boy for calling me, otherwise, I wouldn't have woken up at all. Navin was asking me about some Chemistry stuff (like he always does) and then I got myself up to do Chemistry. Chemistry is so tough I'm sure I'll die if I don't keep up with the pace. I can't do quite an amount of questions, I hope my tutor would understand that I'm a dummy for Chemistry. Combined Science had put me in such a goddamn disadvantage that I currently feel like killing my fucking secondary school called Anderson. It was their fault to throw me in that class, which eventually ended up to become a half fucked up class full of bitches and male bitches too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whatever it is, what is important for now is that I am proud of myself for studying like a geek and completing Chemistry and Geography! I am planning to study tomorrow after school till late, anyone want to join me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't wait to go mini shopping with Miss Nadia soon. It has been so long since I bought myself something, other than things related to school, pfft. Taufiq owes me a movie treat too! :D Oh oh, and mother says I'm fat just because she was smaller than me during her time when she was my age. But I just think that it is 2009, we are all well fed. Heheh. I can't believe it, that was oh so random. -.-&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh yes, &lt;strong&gt;Happy Seventeenth Birthday Taufiq&lt;/strong&gt;, my dearest primary school friend! :D Great, it's your birthday and you owe me a treat, heheh. By the way Lynette, don't take it to heart lah aiyoyo! Haha! I DO MISS YOU AND JASON. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-3909999955940541439?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/3909999955940541439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-had-bowling-yesterday-and-i-swear-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3909999955940541439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3909999955940541439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-had-bowling-yesterday-and-i-swear-i.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SaEnkaItNFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vCZNfQXKJEQ/s72-c/DSCN4957.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-73610638794979958</id><published>2009-02-21T18:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:43:38.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bowling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bella'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305198831980459314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SZ_aOsMDNTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dI1oFXQbHXU/s320/them.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh oh, picture of bella and I will be up on friendster soon but it'll be put on private heheh. Bella's currently fine and recovering from wound and trauma haha! And like I said, I went bowling last night. I just realised Women's Doubles will be on 1st of March which is in exactly eight days time I suppose and like oh my god, I am fucking nervous. It is basically because I just started training with Innova and I'm starting from the very basics. That means that I have no whatever experience with the 'new skills' i have, unfortunately. I need to buck up, very quickly indeed, if I want to to well next week. This means that I only have approximately five to eight sessions of bowling to practice and all. But heck, the important thing is the experience that we shall gain from the Women's Doubles, but who am I kidding? I am still just as nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just cut my hair just now and I swear it sucks when I let it down but it looks nice when I tie it up. I am so confused! I can't wait for my hair to grow for I want to perm it. Hurry hair, grow! (Some belo guy named Hazreel just now thought I went for perming already. Haha!) I am eating my third packet of Tao Kei Noi. My first was Tom Yum flavour, then it was Hot &amp;amp; Spicy and now it is Seafood. I don't think I am ever going to get sick of this shits but yeah I am continuously eating it. I swear you shouldn't eat Tao Kei Noi when you're having bubble tea. It doesn't taste good. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss my wonderful iJC mates for various reasons. Afiqa, I just miss your drama. Aneesh, I miss your cuteness. Arvind, I miss your concern. Evangeline, I miss your bimboism. Irfan, I miss your jokes. John, I miss your act cool personality. Navin, I miss your laughter and you calling me baby. Shahila, I just miss someone smaller than me, hehe. Zachary, I miss your red face, your cute smile and your pranks. Lastly, my class for the wonderful bond we have achieved within only three weeks of school. These people are all the reasons in the world for why I keep on looking forward to school and why I just keep on smiling and laughing in school. I love you all.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss bowling, I miss winning something and I miss my bowling balls. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-73610638794979958?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/73610638794979958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-oh-picture-of-bella-and-i-will-be-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/73610638794979958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/73610638794979958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-oh-picture-of-bella-and-i-will-be-up.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SZ_aOsMDNTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dI1oFXQbHXU/s72-c/them.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-5392446102546243074</id><published>2009-02-20T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:24:30.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bowling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bella'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bending down hurts. Sitting down hurts. I have no idea what else doesn't hurt. I just felt like giving her air but some things just restrict me from doing so. By the time I got to the toilet, I could hear her screaming but I just had to pretend I didn't hear it. I gave her a little bit of air, peeked at her and she was already stuck in an inflated balloon, yellowish white and ugly. I shrieked out of horror. I tried to clean her but it was almost impossible because the balloon's skin was so thick that it didn't release the disgusting yellowish white liquid in it. I had to endure another two hours before going home to help her shower. I tried bursting the little balloon around her but it didn't seem like it was working. It looked like I had no other choice but to use something sharp. The moment the balloon burst, there was a gush of yellowish white liquid and it was as if I heard a little 'pop'. I heard her heave a sigh of relieve but there was still work to do. I had to clean her up for she was helpless. Bella was hurt, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had series of lectures just now but everything was fine. I had bowling too at Orchid Country Club. It feel rather motivated to pick up the good stuff. I had my blonde moment though just now for I forgot to take off my bowling shoes. I just had to spoil them, don't I? For I want a new pair of bowling shoes! Okay, but no. It was unintentional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling again? Tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-5392446102546243074?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/5392446102546243074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/bending-down-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/5392446102546243074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/5392446102546243074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/bending-down-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-4725406166449486464</id><published>2009-02-19T21:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:48:37.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson learnt'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can call today a bad or good day. I seriously have no idea. It is both good and bad. I was able to control my temper well today and I am happy with it. As for example, I was still smiling when I was angry. Haha! Generally, I laughed a lot today, I swear my cheekbones are about to crack. I people-watched a lot today too, even during lectures. That shows that I wasn't listening during lectures, didn't it? But hell, I can say I was multitasking. Haha! I can be very good at that sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is another lesson learnt today. I've learnt not to trust people. I am most probably going to be less social from tomorrow onwards, the reason is easy, go figure. I am so fucking happy today, I do not know why. Oh by the way, PE lesson sucks balls, like oh my god. My hamstrings are hurting like nobody's business. Sigh, bowling tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it but not at the same time, feel me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Man, I miss a whole lot of people, mainly Wanie, Khairi, Hazreel, Hadi and Azray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-4725406166449486464?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/4725406166449486464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-can-call-today-bad-or-good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/4725406166449486464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/4725406166449486464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-can-call-today-bad-or-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-3102962028419608700</id><published>2009-02-18T21:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:54:31.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag replies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got some pictures from Sunday's outing to sentosa already, although Jason still has his share. I am just going to put it up. In addition to it, I'm going to add some of Decoyer's pictures! :D The first three pictures are during Orientation. The last three are from last Sunday at Sentosa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304131519412160082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SZwPg7CDxlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Y-Re1ob9EMg/s320/decoyer3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304131508915046146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SZwPgT7WhwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kxIGXTRr5as/s320/decoyer2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304131509540062050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SZwPgWQXg2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/mPkEtqc06rI/s320/decoyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Yellow, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304131814603971458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SZwPyGtRW4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/t8WT1qI-C98/s320/boyyyyys.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;With the boys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304131817504248930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SZwPyRgwFGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CYgag79bCpY/s320/fun+in+the+sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My most constipated face -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304131817821695858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SZwPySsb73I/AAAAAAAAAIE/6RB8V8SIHTo/s320/grp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to share a joke Zul gave me to cheer me up. Thanks by the way for trying to cheer me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : If I die, will you remarry?&lt;br /&gt;Wife: No! I'll stay with my sister. But if I die will you remarry?&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : No, I'll stay with your sister too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Tag Replies]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Afiqa: It is more than just a LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ajie: And when is that? Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hazreel: Peminat kebabai. Pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-3102962028419608700?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/3102962028419608700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-got-some-pictures-from-sundays-outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3102962028419608700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3102962028419608700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-got-some-pictures-from-sundays-outing.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SZwPg7CDxlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Y-Re1ob9EMg/s72-c/decoyer3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-5202621779877476415</id><published>2009-02-18T14:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:42:33.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='two faced'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson learnt'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's post will be a post on people. Yes, people. Why? Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To that boy (I wanted to type down his name but I suppose it is mean and I should respect people's privacy and their ego), it is funny how you can be so two faced. I thought you were saying the truth the other and you meant whatever you said. But friend, I guess not eh. I wanted to talk to you about it but I guess you yourself know what has happened and you are old enough to realise so. I do not think you deserve another conversation like that day's. It is unfair, for both you and I. It was unbelievable, how you were different in your texts and upfront. I have no other comments. But let me tell you what you're good at - flipping sides. History teaches us that men and nations behave wisely once they have exhausted all other alternatives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guest, I have a hater eh? And may I predict that you are an Innovian? Surely I am not an ass, because you're the one going around and tagging anonymously on my blog. Bullshit. Since I am an ass, why don't you try to show your face, at least? Oh wait, I forgot, you're scared because you do not even dare to show your name. And since I am an ass, I am so much nicer than your face. It definitely isn't necessary to understand things in order to argue about them. Sometimes, I need only what you can provide - your absence. And if you to become a mother, can I have one of the fucking puppies? Definitely, I will cherish the misconception I have of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Honestly, I am not usually this sarcastic but I guess I have had enough of all these politics. Really, I do not bother about anything else until someone brings up something about me. I do not see why the person should have any comments at all when I do not have any for them. Life's a bitch, the world's a whore. Simple, I like the person if the person likes me, same goes otherwise. I believe I can trust people but I really don't want to fall for it. Some people just seem like ants upfront because they dare to ask people to 'pass the message' but they don't dare to be the postman for themselves. They just put a smile on their faces in front of you and they begin to open their mouth behind you. Haha baik! Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have learnt not to judge anyone at any point of time. I do hear stories, and I do hear rumours but I guess I'll be putting all that aside to let my brains think for themselves. I am beginning to judge people according to how they treat me and not based on all the bullshit stories I've heard. I believe that if there were to be something about the person I have to know about, I'll find out myself. I do not want to be like those bitches who go around opening their big mouths as if they were to give a blowjob. Before my temper gets out of control, I shall end it here. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-5202621779877476415?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/5202621779877476415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/todays-post-will-be-post-on-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/5202621779877476415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/5202621779877476415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/todays-post-will-be-post-on-people.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-3612010430050624509</id><published>2009-02-17T17:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:57:23.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evangeline'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know why but I am very happy today, although it isn't my birthday. Haha! But it is somebody else's birthday! &lt;strong&gt;Happy&lt;/strong&gt; (SEXY) &lt;strong&gt;Seventeenth Birthday, Evangeline ♥!&lt;/strong&gt; That girl has been a friend for 7-8 years and counting. :) I love her deeply! My dear girl, may you have another blessed year of joy. A year older, (hopefully) a year wiser. Heheh. May you be a little faster in processing and packing up too. HAHA! She'll most probably kill me when she comes online to read this. It's okay, I still love her to bits and pieces! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, we started off today with Chemistry, which I finally understood, followed by PE. As said in my previous post, I wasn't looking forward to PE. We had some NYAA and general talk before we had to take height and weight as well as run. I didn't know height and weight would take such a short time, which is about five minutes. I was hoping it would drag because I didn't want to run. &lt;em&gt;(Oh by the way, I grew by 1cm! So exciting right?! It has been like around two years since I grew? D:)&lt;/em&gt; However, all of us still had to run by hook or by crook. The aim for girls was two rounds within four minutes. Sounded simple, or I thought so because my previous timing was 1.5 minutes per round. Unfortunately, as I said, my system already broke down and by the time I finished my first round, I had hoped that it was already the end of two rounds. My stamina currently sucks, to the mantle, let me tell you first. Okay, but please, I need a positive attitude man. I hope PE would help me in building my stamina, (yea right).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After PE was break, had my shower and I felt so fresh which actually helped me stay awake in my boring Econs Tutorial. I swear Econs was boring. I saw the wrong timetable and saw the wrong classroom and so I was late. And currently I have an emotional barrier with our Econs tutor. How annoying. Even my classmates are already giving comments such as 'fail Econs already lah'. So, I'm not the only one. I shall be a good girl and together my friends and I will enquire about Econs tomorrow after school. See, I'm trying so hard to be good. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After Econs was PW then Civics, nothing much. Then LUNCH! This was when we surprised Evangeline with her birthday brownie cake and presents contributed by (in alphabetical order) Afiqa, Aneesh, Arvind, Irfan, John, Navin, Paul, Shahila, Zailan and I. I had planned all this and when we came to an agreement, Afiqa baked the brownie cake and she bought the presents because she had so much time yesterday because she was the only one who ended school early. Heheh. All hail Afiqa for doing everything! :D I hope you liked everything Evangeline, and I hope it is not the worst birthday okay! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, after Lunch, I had Geography. Geography teachers are strict. Pfft. I didn't know there were even tutorial notes, teehee. But oh well, whatever, I shall get them tomorrow when I'm free. Sigh, I planned to study at KFC just now but all of a sudden I didn't feel like it. I have trunk loads of tutorials and research to complete. I shall begin doing them (sighs all over again) tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-3612010430050624509?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/3612010430050624509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-know-why-but-i-am-very-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3612010430050624509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3612010430050624509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-know-why-but-i-am-very-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-6426440969993723531</id><published>2009-02-16T18:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:57:57.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentosa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always have a problem of blogging down my thoughts when the tagboard is there staring at me as if it would eat me up anytime when it's hungry. I have no idea why. Okay, I shall try to ignore the tagboard although it is practically dead because nobody ever reads my blog which is a good thing so that I can criticize more. Haha! Okay, no. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I decided to change my blogskin today after doing the blogskin for Miss Nadia Hazwani aka bebe aka princess. This cousin of mine who is two years older than I am is so troublesome. Heheh. But yeah, I did her blogskin and tagboard for her because she apparently doesn't know how to. I swear she took at least an hour choosing which blogskin she liked most. Our tastes were somehow different so I didn't know which blogskin is relatively nice to her. So, I ended up asking her to pick on her own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I shall start blogging about yesterday. Ah shit, no pictures. I don't know whether Lynette or Jason have uploaded the pictures yet but who cares, I'll just blog. My faces in the pictures are retarded also, so I'm too shy to show anyway haha! So yesterday I met Syafiq first at Marsling. We were supposed to meet at 9.30am but ended up meeting at 9.40 am. It doesn't matter because both of us reached at around the same time. So then, we headed to Harbourfront to meet the rest. We thought we were late but I guess there were some others who were later, four of them. But after that, we headed to the Bus Interchange the market there to eat Prata. I don't know why but I couldn't finish the prata so I pushed it to Syafiq. I was sitting at a separate table with some of the boys and they keep on laughing at me, not with me. I still do not know for whatever reason were they laughing for even up till now. They even laughed at things which weren't funny. Pfft. But okay, nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We then headed to take the monorail. Oh, all of us managed to get free access to Sentosa, and yay, save my three bucks. But okay, we headed to Sentosa and walked and walked and walked and walked. I didn't know how far we walked but I knew I was perspiring like a dog and I was already like dragging my feet. But we ended up settling down under a tree, finally. Of course over there, I had some issues with the fugly fat mats over there but after a while, I didn't really bother because it is a waste of time to like vent anger on fucking fat idiots. Anyway, we played volleyball, which I didn't know how to play and then we headed for the water. After swimming, it was back to volleyball, which I played this time round and frisbee. It seems so simple and boring but I seriously can't paraphrase the fun we had. Everything was fun except for the tan. I hate my tanline. :( And I am super black thanks to Sentosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After beach-ing, showered and all before heading to VivoCity for dinner. We ate at Burger King's. Afterwhich we headed to Candy Empire where I bought myself jellybeans! Jason bought us Kisses! :D Ah, home sweet home after that. I was so tired yesterday I didn't even do my Econs Tutorial. Okay, Econs Tutorial tonight! Pinky promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was a normal but sleepy day in school. All the classrooms have a nice atmosphere for you to sleep in, I swear. The moment I stepped into the class, I begin to yawn and my eyes begin to shut. Every teacher's voice sounded muffled as well so it was very comfy to just fall asleep which I tried not to do. Anyway, Evangeline decided to join bowling as her CCA! Yipeeeee! She didn't put bowling as any one of her choices but she is going to call Mr Poh to change it anyway. We even talked to Syafiq and Syafiq asked her to come for training this Wednesday! :D Sigh, PE is tomorrow and for some reason, I'm not looking forward to running because I haven't ran in a very very very very very long time. I bet my system already broken down and all my gears needs some form of F1 lubricant. Sigh sigh sigh sigh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, thats it for today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-6426440969993723531?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/6426440969993723531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-always-have-problem-of-blogging-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/6426440969993723531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/6426440969993723531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-always-have-problem-of-blogging-down.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-6776832605434997143</id><published>2009-02-15T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:37:40.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some people have asked me to put a tagboard on my blog. Well, I was reluctant but I guess I just had to put it up anyway. So those people who asked me to put the tagboard, there you go, and you better tag! I'll blog about today some other time because I am practically very wiped out. My mood is down the drain as well. Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-6776832605434997143?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/6776832605434997143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-people-have-asked-me-to-put.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/6776832605434997143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/6776832605434997143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-people-have-asked-me-to-put.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-8797655383379554842</id><published>2009-02-14T20:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:38:39.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bowling'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;/strong&gt; people! Two boys have successfully made my day today and I am thankful for that. They would probably make the most awesome friends. I met them at around noon today at Woodlands MRT. Zul didn't make it though so it was only the three of us. We initially wanted to head to VivoCity but things had to come up, you know, and we decided to hang around Ang Mo Kio. Hazreel treated us to Pizza Hut! Okay, not entirely but it was good enough. Khairi and I had to put in some bucks too but Hazreel had contributed to largest sum! :) I sure appreciate it. After that, we headed to Bishan, slacked around and soon they claimed they had to go off to town with some of their friends. Okay, I hereby used claimed. Just read on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went back to Ang Mo Kio, initially to mug but my mother ended up asking me to head to Mr Poh's on my own. I had to keep my cool. Just so you know, I saw ex boyfriend at the MRT with his valentine's date. Khairi and Hazreel then decided to meet me in the train at Orchard because their friends went shopping and I guess they just didn't want to follow? Thank you two for accompanying me all the way to Bugis and for listening to me as well. I know I can be such a bore sometimes and you guys had to put up with me and my nonsense, not to forget my temper as said by Hazreel. I love you both lah okay! I'll definitely love to meet up with the both of you again. And oops, we forgot to take pictures. But whatever, *flying kisses*! And please, to the brainless idiots who think that these two boys were dating me, no damnit, they are just such great friends! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302622850417940386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SZazY1EH16I/AAAAAAAAAHM/lckecZ2TVIs/s320/khai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Khairi! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302622852072749714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SZazY7OqOpI/AAAAAAAAAHU/KlUj6YYpZY4/s320/hazreel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hazreel!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh, I got my 12 pounder done. I'm looking forward to trying it out. Not to forget, I want a new pair of bowling shoe too! Pretty please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-8797655383379554842?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/8797655383379554842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-people-two-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8797655383379554842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8797655383379554842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-people-two-boys.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SZazY1EH16I/AAAAAAAAAHM/lckecZ2TVIs/s72-c/khai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-8477970818489539596</id><published>2009-02-13T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:47:56.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lots more politics have risen from the ground and I'm beginning to think of this in a larger scale (i.e.: the world). Life in junior college probably would not be as exciting without all these politics. I guess this is what keeps life going as well as end it. Touch wood. But I still think some people should learn how to respect others instead of thinking of themselves. Some people are just insensitive to others and think their emotions are the biggest matter in this entire world until they want to tell the whole world about it. Just so they know, the world is turning their back against them and there goes your one second of fame. In this unfair world, you've got nothing and nobody to depend on but yourself. So why don't you face it first instead of putting your up-to-no-use emotions upfront. If you can't face it, fucking deal with it. I label these people with a super big "L" sign on their heads. I feel like naming some of them (okay, maybe only one person) here but I guess I should respect his not so private privacy. I am sure I would shove my middle finger into your face if you give me any kind of problem the next time I see you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lets get things started. School has been great so far. It has never been better, just that it is tiring and all. Lectures have been just fine and I know I'll be fine as long as I keep up the momentum of studying. This morning, we had an hour of Civics where we nominated our group posts. Not to forget, we got our permanent timetable too, or at least i think it is permanent. I got the post of a secretary and yeah, I hope I can fulfill the jobscopes. Mr Poh initially insisted on not showing us our timetable because he said our timetable was very packed. However, when we finally received it, I realised my timetable isn't as packed as other class's timetables. Mine is one of the slackest. Practically because I do not take Mother Tongue anymore. Thank god for Higher Malay! I got tired and cranky towards the end of the day most probably due to the lack of sleep for the past 2 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was told that I could join in to train with the bowlers already. It is just too bad that I couldn't turn up for training today due to Bridging lessons, or so as they call it, or I would be bowling right this instant. However, I am still like literally lost. I have no idea how to get there and I do not know any other J1 Bowlers. So to speak, I'm shy! You must be practically going, "WTF!" right now but I swear I'm shy. For some reason, I'm afraid I just won't feel comfortable or some sort like that. I don't even know any seniors in bowling besides Syafiq but even I don't talk to Syafiq much either. I have no idea how I'll make it through next week's training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Valentine's day tomorrow and I guess I still am going out! With three boys and a girl. I have no idea who the other girl is but I heard she's nice so yeah I hope I have an awesome day tomorrow. For sure, we'll see lots of people sitting around kissing, petting, cuddling everywhere, even on the MRT platforms or maybe in the MRT tracks (k joking). I just hope I do not see things which goes out of hand. But I'll probably envy all those girls with big balloons, bouquets or roses, hude teddy bears and shiny necklaces. Okay, next year perhaps. Teehee. I'm looking forward to see my three boys tomorrow plus the girl! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt; (ADVANCED)&lt;strong&gt; VALENTINE'S DAY! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-8477970818489539596?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/8477970818489539596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/lots-more-politics-have-risen-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8477970818489539596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8477970818489539596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/lots-more-politics-have-risen-from.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-8365290323026591938</id><published>2009-02-10T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:45:44.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is only like the fourth day of lectures and shit like that. They already gave us homework for Mathematics and I am only doing it tonight. Other than that, all the other lectures have been fine lately, just that Econs got a little boring. Econs is seriously not my cup of tea. I kind of regretted taking H2 Econs instead of H2 Geog. But whatever, I would have to make do with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was a typical day of lectures and stuff. I accompanied kakak to the doctor's after school. While we were walking to the doctor's, there was a commotion which you should always expect when you walk near fucked up secondary schools. I call them kids, literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me&amp;amp;syak: (walks out of toilet to doctor's)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kids: *swits non stop*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: secondary school ah sial!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kids: okay pe secondary school!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;syak: kentalan jubohs!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: (wtf face)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that I headed to Civics Centre to meet the boys and the girl there. Walk here and there and then headed home. When I headed home, I showered and then parents and I headed to BBCSC. No, I wasn't bowling neither was I going to watch my father bowl for his league. I was there to study. Beat that! I really did study and yeah, I managed to complete six tutorial questions plus yesterday's homework. By the time we got home, it was already midnight and I swear I was freaking tired that I fell asleep immediately and wished that I didn't have to wake up that early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Met Hakim this morning in the bus by coincidence again. But from tomorrow onwards, I'm going to meet him on the bus all the time after some planning of course. Went to school and I just remembered I didn't bring my collar pin neither did I bring my thermometer. Call myself a Student Councillor is secondary school. I would never consider being a councillor in junior college at any point of time. I'm sick and tired of like pretending to be the good girl I never was. All the while, as a councillor, I was living up to my parents' dreams of me being the ideal girl everyone sees. I want to be who I am for now, at least in this two year course of junior college. And please, for you brainless idiots who think I am going to sacrifice my studies as well, dream on. There is a difference between being mischievous and brainless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, Afiqa bought my collar pin for me but I still got into trouble for not bringing thermometer. Anyway, ended school at 2.40 just now and we then headed to Causeway Point again. I swear it feels like there is no other interesting places in the world. I've always seen Causeway Point ever since nine years ago and it doesn't seem to change much. It is still boring and unattractive. Anyway, after eating, we went separate ways. I was literally Hakim's tourguide because he just shifted here. Having lived in this oh-my-god estate for like nine gruelling years, I feel the responsibility of showing him which bus to take and which bus not to take. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow's going to be a long day in school and I hope we don't have to go for the CCA Fair because I simply do not feel like it. My day tomorrow is packed with lectures and I sure am not looking forward to Econs. :( I need a tutor for Econs like seriously, quick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This Saturday is like Valentine's Day and yes, this is going to be the third year without a valentine. I just turned six months single yesterday and I still think there would be a dozen more months to come. I might just have to bear this gruesome pain of being lonely. Haha! Please, I'm not that desperate but yeah I am free this valentine's. I'm up for grabs. HAHA! Figuritively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't seem to get myself to fall in love anymore. Crushes still do occur but I doubt I can ever fall in love again. I think I wrote this exact same god damn thing a few months back. I'm sorry but this is &lt;strong&gt;excruciating&lt;/strong&gt;. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-8365290323026591938?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/8365290323026591938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-is-only-like-fourth-day-of-lectures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8365290323026591938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8365290323026591938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-is-only-like-fourth-day-of-lectures.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-3446071397456067395</id><published>2009-02-07T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:34:58.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know what I'm doing. So quit telling me what to do. What do you care anyway? Your sport is way more important than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I guess Faiz inspired me today, bigtime. Perhaps it is just too bad I don't see us being good friends. I miss school. Hurry Monday, come soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-3446071397456067395?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/3446071397456067395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-what-im-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3446071397456067395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3446071397456067395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-what-im-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-2761211832709730042</id><published>2009-02-06T20:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:29:54.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) So many politics and confusion happening within five days. Haha! So much for a new school. Like they say, high school never ends, does it? We'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) One week of junior college over. :) Hundreds to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3) I started my day good today. I mean like duh. Some might just know why. I hope for the same on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4) I honestly appreciate my new friends. I would usually feel in place despite my different skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5) I was actually hoping we have school tomorrow. I have a feeling I'm going to feel very attached to junior college. Shucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-2761211832709730042?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/2761211832709730042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-so-many-politics-and-confusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/2761211832709730042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/2761211832709730042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-so-many-politics-and-confusion.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-75181910201748269</id><published>2009-02-05T20:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:02:22.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azray'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299296712202743906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SYriSGo9cGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Mj-tNQlo-w4/s320/azrayyyy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Eighteenth Birthday Azraaaaaayyyyyyy!&lt;/strong&gt; May you get what you've always wanted, ehem. Haha! Okay, I miss having conversations with you my dear friend and please lets meet up soon. Oh oh, and you're the most gerek person to talk to, I swear! ;D K love and miss you, mister!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-75181910201748269?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/75181910201748269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-eighteenth-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/75181910201748269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/75181910201748269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-eighteenth-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SYriSGo9cGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Mj-tNQlo-w4/s72-c/azrayyyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-5395656528346566365</id><published>2009-02-04T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:16:44.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orientation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Three days of orientation are over! School, lectures and all starts tomorrow. I finally bought my uniform. For some reason, I can't wait to wear it, but only after it has been altered. -.- I definitely had fun, at least with some of the Galfrimas, though I still think some of them are still pretty quiet. Anyway, yesterday, we practically had talks and mass dance before our lunch break and a game after lunch break called Operation Dungeon. We had to run around a lot. But the games was fun. Yesterday was the pretty normal orientation thingy. But today was when we were most hyper. I mean, obviously! Damnit, it is the last day of orientation what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Early in the morning, we had talks, again. I wonder why they must have all the long and draggy talks every day, every morning. For some reason, they just enjoy making us suffer everyday don't they? Before lunch, we already had games. Initially, they said it was something like mass games and it was fun. I agree that it was fun but I do not agree that it was a 'mass game'. I was screaming in every game, I think. Okay, but the games were so tideous. As for example, the survivor game. That was the craziest game lah! Especially when we had to go underneath the poles. Bella felt as if she were to tear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The performance was tiring. Afiqa, Azyan and I were screaming our lungs out, I swear! Of course together with the four awesome boys that were always behind us all the way! :DD For some reason, I'm looking forward to lectures. And I'm looking forward to making more friends too! We'll see by the end of this week. Yay, lectures tomorrow! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know, I am so busy with school that I barely have time for anything else. I'm sorry to whoever you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-5395656528346566365?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/5395656528346566365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/three-days-of-orientation-are-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/5395656528346566365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/5395656528346566365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/three-days-of-orientation-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-2636138184361409259</id><published>2009-02-02T18:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:02:44.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orientation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(editted)&lt;/em&gt; Oh, and I miss a whole lot of people! Lets see. Firstly, the girls, Afiqa (although I just saw you just now), Aqilah, Athirah, Effa, Hannah, Hazwani, Ikmaliah, Izah, Izyan, Jacuqeline, Nafeeshah, Rasyidah, Sarah and Syatirah! As for the boys, Ajie, Ariff(surprisingly), Azhar, Azray, Benjamin, Deva, Eddie(mat), Khairi, Hafiz, Hadi, Haikal, Haiqal, Hairi, Matiin, Si Kai, Syafiq and Zul Ramli! (blows flying kisses to all of you) &lt;em&gt;(/editted)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kakak and I headed to Innova together this morning. However, she left me when I was with my friends. Haha! What kind of cousin?! :P In the beginning of the day, we were alerady cursing because we had to be separated from one another. Everyone was extremely quiet during flag raising. It felt awkward, even just to open our mouths to sing. The bell sounded like a lullaby and the school song sounded like a national day song slash lullaby. Okay, no offence but I'm telling the truth. I didn't know whether I wanted to giggle or sleep when I was standing at attention there. Basically, I controlled myself because I was alone without friends. :( Thank god I was close to Anesh and Afiqa though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we moved to the hall, they combined us until there were four separate groups. I can only remember my fleet name which is Decoyer. I can't remember my group name. For all I know, our colour is yellow. Like yay? It matches my Anderson PE Shirt. -.- Anyway, we initially had this Principal and subject talk. It bored me but I forced myself to listen because it concerned my future. We sat there for three solid hours! Like oh my god. By the time I stood up, I could feel that my joints weren't working properly and my muscles were like trying to find their way in my skin. We had lunch after that but we didn't really have lunch. It was more like, we didn't know what to eat. I met Ariff(my supposed to be senior but he's not anymore because he's moving out of the school) there. He was working out at the gym. Faiz saw me but I didn't see him and he called me sombong like what the hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faiz: sombong ah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;me: where are you?&lt;br /&gt;faiz: somewhere in the canteen ah.&lt;br /&gt;me: tegur me ah. jahat sia. i cant see you.&lt;br /&gt;faiz: later ah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;me: look who's the sombong one now.&lt;br /&gt;(a while later)&lt;br /&gt;me: whats yr group?&lt;br /&gt;faiz: i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pfft. I can't stand him sometimes. Haha! Anyway, after lunch, we had some ice breaker games. Some retainees joined us though. It was boring and quiet in the beginning, got better towards the end. Ice breakers, cheers, all the things you would expect on the first day of orientation. Oh, and we did something which is very Anderson-like - MASS DANCE. Yes, mass dance. And we had to have a partner also. I partnered Anesh! Both of us got blur in the middle of the way because the steps weren't clear. Anesh makes a good bitching partner too. :P After mass dance, we ended school, like finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After school, went General Office, then went canteen to meet Kakak and then I saw somebody and then it made me happy and then my friends and I head to Banquet to eat. Pretty long day, but it is good for a change, rather than sitting at home, slacking. And and I want to make new friends, be it you're a minah, a mat, or not. Just in case any of you bump into my blog, please approach me on friendster or msn, thank you. HAHA! I sound despo. K, I am not despo because I made new friends already, not forgetting my secondary school ones! Okay, I want more friends, hopefully no enemies or stare up down kind of people but I think it will happen but it is part and parcel of life so who cares. I swear I'm high like I've been high ever since orientation because they ask us to scream and shout so loud that I'm losing my voice now but I hope my voice can last until Wednesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not let anyone ruin my fun days. So don't think I give a damn about you - fuck you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-2636138184361409259?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/2636138184361409259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/kakak-and-i-headed-to-innova-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/2636138184361409259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/2636138184361409259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/02/kakak-and-i-headed-to-innova-together.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-1700516165613023194</id><published>2009-01-31T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:57:57.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bowling'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello, boring day today. I woke up late, again, most probably because I slept at two in the morning due to late night bowling. Bowling was a whore. I swear. I couldn't hook the ball and it eventually got on my nerves. My moodswings weren't helping either. And so, conclusion is that I need to save up for a new heavier bowling ball. I think my ball needs to be at least two pounds heavier. For all you brainless yellow brains (okay, that didn't make sense) who are thinking what you're not supposed to be thinking, I'm all too lazy to entertain. And so, my journey to save up to get a new ball begins here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, my nose was leaking like a tap. I was having flu. Thank god for Panadol (colf relief), otherwise, I think I would have gotten myself a fever. In the evening, my parents and I headed to West Coast to the PBC Bowling Club office to get their membership cards. I didn't renew mine, but who cares. I have the expired membership card, at least. :P We then headed to Singapore General Hospital to visit my dad's friend. He was admitted to the hospital because he had too many white blood cells. Okay, get well soon to him. Eventually, we headed to Queensway to look for my shoes! I was excited of course until dad became cranky. I hate it when he's cranky. He'll always walk to fast and stuff. But yeah, my dad has never been a good shopping partner before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two pairs of shoes which really caught my eye. One of them is a pair of skate shoes. It is very cute and it has embroidered fabric with flowery patterns all over. Although it was brown, it was extremely appealing, at least to me. It wasn't expensive either. Unfortunately, they do not carry my size. They do not even carry one size bigger than mine. That was a huge disappointment. The mat still could ask me whether I wanted to try size six and a half. Hello, that is like two and a half sizes bigger. It's HUGE! *Sticks out forefinger and thumb into L shape* The other pair of shoe that caught my eye was this pink pair of Adidas shoes which has heart shapes all over. Very unique design though. However it was $149 for it is a limited edition shoe. If it is cheaper, I'd take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I do not understand some people. You know what I'm going through but you just do not take it into consideration. All you care about is your own feelings. Please, I don't think you are ever going to earn my respect like this, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-1700516165613023194?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/1700516165613023194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-boring-day-today_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/1700516165613023194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/1700516165613023194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-boring-day-today_31.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-3574268112763457161</id><published>2009-01-30T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:52:02.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the date'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, went out with a boy. Heheh. It was cool and fun. He bought for himself some stuff and I bought myself some too. I bought myself a Renoma bag, three Mango tanktops and a pair of M/phosis slippers. Thank you for the day anyway. :) After that, we went out separate ways and I headed home, before going out again to follow my cousin shopping. She bought herself a Rusty bag and a pair of earphones. Such a day yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, all of us got our postings! I got Innova JC (Science)! Kind of expected anyway. I went to Innova JC today to get my uniform with my cousin. It is just too bad they don't have the shirt of my size. :( Their stock only come in next week though. I'm so looking forward to next week. :D Anyway, then headed to Civics with my cousin. I treated her to Starbucks. You know, for what we eat and drink there, we could go for a movie siol! Plus popcorn and all that. But it was nice hanging out sometimes. We then headed to Causeway to walk around for a while before heading back home, where I am now. I'm going to head out again later to meet Zul and Hairi. I miss those two darlings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS is getting the better of me. Pimple breakout and moodswings are killing me, i swear. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-3574268112763457161?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/3574268112763457161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday-went-out-with-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3574268112763457161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3574268112763457161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday-went-out-with-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-139065157784486716</id><published>2009-01-28T19:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:15:32.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bella'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(edit)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love Bella&lt;/strong&gt;! Bella is my new friend. She's pink and silver, and she's hot. She lives in my belly, not literally. She needs cleaning tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(editted)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The girls (Afiqa, Athirah, Aqilah, Effa, Hazwani, Nafeeshah, Syatirah) and I went bowling after having lunch at Effa's place. Effa's mother cooked for us ayam masak merah and kuah kurma (if that's how you spell it) with nasi jagung. Very nice I tell you! :D Anyway, we then headed to Bukit Batok for bowling. We bowled two games before going to Westmall to walk around when Wanie had to head for Peninsula. We headed back as soon as it was 6pm though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Get well soon to the little girl. I hope she's fine. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-139065157784486716?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/139065157784486716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/girls-afiqa-athirah-aqilah-effa-hazwani.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/139065157784486716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/139065157784486716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/girls-afiqa-athirah-aqilah-effa-hazwani.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-8557149117136405273</id><published>2009-01-27T15:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:33:56.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='please be for real'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm home all day, again! :( How depressing can this be? Tomorrow and the day after! Tomorrow and the day after! Tomorrow and the day after! Tomorrow and the day after! Tomorrow and the day after! Tomorrow and the day after! Tomorrow and the day after! Tomorrow and the day after! Tomorrow and the day after! Tomorrow and the day after! Tomorrow and the day after! Tomorrow and the day after! Tomorrow and the day after! Tomorrow and the day after! Tomorrow and the day after! Tomorrow and the day after! Tomorrow and the day after!&lt;/div&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the guy who always makes her day good,&lt;br /&gt;Even when everyone else makes her feel small.&lt;br /&gt;He talks to her about everything.&lt;br /&gt;His mind so bright it could make her sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is unsure if he would feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;She will always feel the same everyday.&lt;br /&gt;It is time for me to be true.&lt;br /&gt;The she is me and the he is you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-8557149117136405273?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/8557149117136405273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-home-all-day-again-how-depressing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8557149117136405273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8557149117136405273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-home-all-day-again-how-depressing.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-146816844788795440</id><published>2009-01-26T19:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:19:43.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siapa makan cili dia terasa pedas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the girls'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm home all day today. Did nothing much except text, play games, talk on the phone. ^^ Oh my gosh, can time pass any faster? I can't wait for Wednesday and Thursday. Wednesday and Thursday. Wednesday and Thursday. Wednesday and Thursday. Wednesday and Thursday. Wednesday and Thursday. Wednesday and Thursday. Wednesday and Thursday. Wednesday and Thursday. Wednesday and Thursday. Wednesday and Thursday. Wednesday and Thursday. Wednesday and Thursday. Wednesday and Thursday. Wednesday and Thursday. Okay, I know you get my point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Person #1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When you want to talk to someone, at least talk to them with respect. I've never seen someone as ruthless as you - incredibly possessive, selfish and self-centred. Noone's ever going to give you face if you were to be rude and unjust. That means even when I am politically weak. You're not going to own my life and neither are you going to own anyone else's. I have no idea how other people tolerated you. Siapa yang makan cili, dia yang terasa pedas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Person #2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Please stop making my life any difficult. I feel like a toddler who needs to walk and explore and you are just act like the big brother preventing me to even get up on my feet. I can't sit here to wait for you and your crap anymore. I am not giving in anymore. I don't need someone to know where I'm going, I don't need someone to take care of my health for me. Instead, I need someone who knows whats right from wrong, and someone who can differentiate love and lust. I need someone who'll make me feel like a woman. But who am I to say? I only have the third say in it. I need to get away from you, like seriously. You're not the only one in the wrong, I am to. I have yet to apologise to her - you know who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Person #3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever since your presence, you make me think in a new perspective. The things we talk about is so simple, yet they set me thinking, deep. I don't know how to put what I want to say in words. But I have a confession to make. I get a tingling sensation whenever I hear your voice. I'm just hoping that I'll be comfortable in my own skin when I see you someday. &amp;amp;You know which day. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-146816844788795440?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/146816844788795440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-home-all-day-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/146816844788795440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/146816844788795440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-home-all-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-2513471014118215379</id><published>2009-01-25T20:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:15:30.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praying for someone like you'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I realised I have not yet blogged about Friday, so here goes. On Friday, most schools have had their Chinese New Year celebration, including Anderson! Wanie, Afiqa and I decided to head to Anderson to just kaypoh with their celebration. However, we were in for a shock when we entered school and almost everyone was wearing half school uniform. Barely anyone was wearing their ethnic costumes. It has always been a tradition that Andersonions are allowed to wear ethnic costumes during Chinese New Year. However, this year, the spirit wasn't there. It wasn't as alive as last year, especially when my entire batch would be dying to win over the most well dressed class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I met my juniors and oh my gosh, I missed them crazy. Hugged them all real tight, especially Izah darling. She looked gorgeous in her Malay Dance costume. I surprised her with a bouquet because I knew she has been down due to some reasons. Babygirl, you'll get through it. Don't worry, be happy, like me! :P Love you! Anyway, after hanging out with the Malay Dancers, we headed to the hall and watched the performance. After which, hanged out again with the Malay Dancers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, Wanie had to head off early and Afiqa, Zul, Hairi and I headed to McDonalds to eat because we were extremely hungry. (Or maybe I was.) After that, we took the train to head back. With them, they never failed to make me not only smile, but laugh. Anyway, Afiqa alighted at Yishun and the rest of us headed to Marsling lama because we wanted to survey something. And you boys made me very happy! You two boys have been very supportive and thanks for being there when you-know-what! If I was alone, I wouldn't know where to get support from. Love you boys! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We then all went our separate ways. I went to Boon Lay to meet my mother. I personalised a cake for Kak Nadia for it was her birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy (belated) 21st Birthday BEBE (!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At night, we surprised her with the cake and a well sung birthday song by everyone in the alley! I hope she loved the cake and I also hope she had a great night. I love you, cousin, sister, friend, everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, done! Next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The overnight at Changi Beach wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. However, the toilet part's the worse. I just realised they only have one toilet at Changi Beach, which is horribly disgusting and flooded(with both people and water and some other things you won't want to know). They didn't clean the toilet at all yesterday. They only cleaned it this morning. How disgusting. And yeah, I have always realised that the female toilet is always full and the male toilet is always empty. Gosh, I wonder how guys really do their business so fast?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, my parents and I reached Changi yesterday afternoon. Changi Beach was packed with Malays, seriously. Some families were very innovative (i.e.: macam nak rewang). Some even brought their own mini power generators so that lights and their televisions would work. Seriously. Anyway, big brother didn't tag along though, for whatever reasons. When we reached there, they were just setting up the tents. This time round, I was too lazy to lay my fingers on the tents, so I didn't help out. Instead, I chilled around for a bit before heading to Changi Village with the girls and some of the boys to get Ice and Water, literally. We took our own sweet time to walk around there with the Ice and Water. We bought sweet drinks, Subway cookies (my newborn favourite) and the things we were supposed to buy for the adults. After that, we again took our own sweet time to head back and by the time we were back, it was already sundown and half the Ice have melted, unfortunately, however incredibly dued to our fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We sat down and ate food before heading back to Teck Whye with the girls and Abang Amal. Abang drove us to Teck Whye, then sending Kak Tini back. We girls just had to wash our face and remove whatever excess we had because the toilet at Changi Beach was incredibly disgusting. We slacked, watched tv at Teck Whye while waiting for Abang to fetch us again and when he did, we returned to Changi Beach with more things than ever because the girls wanted to bring their sleeping necessities along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we reached Changi Beach back, we girls and some of the boys decided to head to Changi Village to check out some bapoks (i.e.: gays who dress as girls). We did of course. Some were super hot, no kidding, some aren't. But most of those we saw were okay. After that, we headed back to Changi Beach again, played poker and then slacked at bus stop because we refused to sleep because my mother had to sleep in our tent because there was no space in other tents which actually had space because everyone was sleeping outside and that made me pissed! Okay, anyway, I eventually slept beside mother and Kathy slept beside me, like a baby. At that time, it was already past 0300 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning, her mother had to wake her up at 0600 hours but she didn't! Most of us eventually left her alone in the tent, at our campsite. Some headed to Teck Whye so they could have a proper wash up while some of us just headed to Changi Village to do a quick wash up. When we came back, Kathy soonafter woke up. She then wanted to shower, which means we headed to the toilet. The cleaner was cleaning the toilet then, like finally? After Kathy showered, Kathy and I rode bikes from one end of Changi Beach to another. We also rode to Changi Village to use the toilet there since the toilet at Changi Beach began to be super flooded with females. When we headed back to our site, we hit the sack, again, for another three hours. This time, we didn't allow my mother to enter the tent. (giggles)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Soon after I woke up when the rest came back from Teck Whye, I had to head back home already. No pictures for this post because none of us could bother to bring a camera. But I guess the overnight is nice for a change. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, and I'm so looking forward to this Thursday! (kening up up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-2513471014118215379?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/2513471014118215379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-realised-i-have-not-yet-blogged-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/2513471014118215379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/2513471014118215379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-realised-i-have-not-yet-blogged-about.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-825964648627750770</id><published>2009-01-24T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:12:13.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Overnight at Changi, under the stars tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously not in the mood to go though, most probably because it is a pretty last minute plan.&lt;br /&gt;I hope they have games, like seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-825964648627750770?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/825964648627750770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/overnight-at-changi-under-stars-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/825964648627750770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/825964648627750770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/overnight-at-changi-under-stars-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-2309693187936771278</id><published>2009-01-22T16:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:59:19.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXgxiRgoLZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/AjExGxrzzV8/s1600-h/wanie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294035826859584914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXgxiRgoLZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/AjExGxrzzV8/s320/wanie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy (belated) Seventeenth Birthday, Hazwani Hamzah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy (belated) seventeenth birthday to Lisha too! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We (Afiqa, Aqilah, Athirah, Effa, Hazwani, Nafeeshah, Syatirah and I) had an awesome day yesterday! I was already heading to Yishun yesterday at around 9.30am. Of course I was supposed to meet Syatirah and Athirah at 9.40am. But I guess Syat gave me the wrong information. It was supposed to be one hour later. Thank god I only reached there at 10am which meant I had to wait, at least 20 mins lesser. So when Syat and Athirah arrives, we headed to Wanie's place by 811. When we reached there, Naf was already there. We soonafter met Afiqa, Effa and Aqilah. We headed up to Wanie's place at 11am. All of us were squatting like idiots in front of her place but hiding from her gate. We were frantically trying to stop the flames of the candle from extinguishing. Afiqa was also frantically trying to get Wanie out of the house. Apparently she woke up at 11 when she was supposed to get ready by 11. Haha! When she came out, the surprise wasn't really a surprise because she saw Effa's butt from the gate. Like, oh my god. And there we were squatting like mofos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As per normal, we sang out the Happy Birthday song and she blew her candle. She cut her cake and we all had a mini party at her place. Syat's macaroni and cheese was superb! Aqilah's custard was extremely yummy! Afiqa's cupcakes were great and extremely blue as well! :D We had a great time filling our tummies and soon we decided to play Truth or Truth instead of Truth or Dare because there was practically nothing we could dare about (i.e: jump out of the window, its only two stories high?, kiss another girl?, show us your underwear?). Besides, initially Effa was so enthusiastic to ask questions. And thus, we played Truth or Truth. We usually digress though in the middle of the game and it will end up to become a girl talk session. Everyone had to reveal their deepest darkest secret. Heheh. After the Truth or Truth session, we played murderer. It was extremely fun, yet hilarious. We then had a game of Taboo. I stuttered a lot at first but I guess I get the hang of it after a while. But I still hate that game! Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I sure had lots of fun with you girls, after a long time, really long time. Bowling next week is on okay! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After the game of Taboo, I headed to Sengkang for tuition. And after tuition, headed home. I guess problems occured, I usually feel regret, guilt and disappointment. But who am I to say? I am only a second person in this situation or at least I think so. I need a boyfriend, soon. A proper one, that is. I have faith in myself for finding someone real. HAHA! Yeah right! For all I know, I'll be single for the next two years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-2309693187936771278?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/2309693187936771278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-belated-seventeenth-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/2309693187936771278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/2309693187936771278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-belated-seventeenth-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXgxiRgoLZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/AjExGxrzzV8/s72-c/wanie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-7497202588412333713</id><published>2009-01-20T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:26:04.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, dad just cursed me. Great.&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop texting.&lt;br /&gt;2215 texts.&lt;br /&gt;Total up to $110.75 (texts ONLY).&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-7497202588412333713?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/7497202588412333713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/yeah-dad-just-cursed-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/7497202588412333713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/7497202588412333713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/yeah-dad-just-cursed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-4513459146570494800</id><published>2009-01-20T11:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:34:57.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to meet Nana yesterday at Bishan because I wanted to check out Cotton On Body so much. She was late and she wasted cab money for me. But we headed to Cotton On Body and we were like going round that place in circles, looking for nice lingerie. (I might just want to buy more of it!) Haha! She didn't get herself anything though I offered to pay if she wanted to buy one. I shall not state what I got for myself here. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After buying my lingerie, we walked around and window shopped. Nana's pay wasn't in yet and mom hasn't given me my hard earned bucks yet either. We saw a lot of oh so beautiful things (i.e.: shoes, bags, dresses, tops, bottoms), you name it! We definitely couldn't wait to get our money! Anyway, we headed to KFC to have our late lunch and she's got good news. She could receive her pay that day. We had our late lunch and we talked about so many things, so many people. It is nice to catch up once in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We then headed to Cineleisure to collect her pay, then we headed back. I couldn't accompany her to shop at Cotton On after that though, because I had to head home. Thank you for the company yesterday, Nana. And yes, we should go bowling someday! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I regretted my choice after heading back home, which is to go out again and head to Bukit Batok to support daddy at his game in the bowling league. Everything was fine. I had my dinner, I joked around, laughed out loud, had fun, but I definitely didn't end the day right. I swear I didn't know what I did until you people had to raise your voice at me like that. What? I am a blunt, insolent and uneducated girl right? If I was blunt, let me tell you, you're worse. If I was insolent, I definitely didn't think so. If I was uneducated, why did you school me so high for? I was unthoughtful for I didn't think about your feelings. Well, in the first place, what about mine? You accused me of so many things. All I want is to pamper myself once in a while. You accused me of putting my friends at first priority. To get this straight, if I had put my friends of a higher priority than you guys, I don't even think I would be sitting in the car at that moment. You accused me of having a boyfriend. Number one, I do not have a boyfriend! Mom, you know and you didn't even defend the truth! You just went with it because you were already so angry at me. How injurious! Pfft, whatever. Right now, I'll play this game, with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-4513459146570494800?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/4513459146570494800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-went-to-meet-nana-yesterday-at-bishan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/4513459146570494800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/4513459146570494800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-went-to-meet-nana-yesterday-at-bishan.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-6975539747101866563</id><published>2009-01-16T14:06:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:23:15.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;PICTURES FOR 130109!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was laughing &amp;amp; Wanie managed to snap pictures of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAmCP5shZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/h-ds1ZDPrEc/s1600-h/Dscn4939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291771382230451602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAmCP5shZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/h-ds1ZDPrEc/s320/Dscn4939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAmCBHiVII/AAAAAAAAAGk/X_3Yyo2u_FA/s1600-h/Dscn4940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291771378261972098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAmCBHiVII/AAAAAAAAAGk/X_3Yyo2u_FA/s320/Dscn4940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See the tear on my face. Tear of joy &amp;amp; laughter. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAmCH-k21I/AAAAAAAAAGc/ose84pTmgMY/s1600-h/Dscn4941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291771380103437138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAmCH-k21I/AAAAAAAAAGc/ose84pTmgMY/s320/Dscn4941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAl2A5mkSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/eAyJGNWI11Q/s1600-h/Dscn4942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291771172045099298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAl2A5mkSI/AAAAAAAAAGU/eAyJGNWI11Q/s320/Dscn4942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah! Wanie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAl14RoHKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zun7RTPKx4w/s1600-h/Dscn4943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291771169729944738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAl14RoHKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zun7RTPKx4w/s320/Dscn4943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below onwards, on our way back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAl1h_F4nI/AAAAAAAAAGE/re-SqfOxGQc/s1600-h/Dscn4947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291771163746624114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAl1h_F4nI/AAAAAAAAAGE/re-SqfOxGQc/s320/Dscn4947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAl1iS8dMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/a0kdSYQLwFA/s1600-h/Dscn4948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291771163829892290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAl1iS8dMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/a0kdSYQLwFA/s320/Dscn4948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAl1vAPvyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1US-sc86-RE/s1600-h/Dscn4950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291771167241125666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAl1vAPvyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1US-sc86-RE/s320/Dscn4950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291770876841923042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAlk1LrkeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/D7_k7q9qMW8/s320/Dscn4955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAlk4ia9lI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EusLQFDv2DU/s1600-h/Dscn4954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291770877742610002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAlk4ia9lI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EusLQFDv2DU/s320/Dscn4954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; o.-  O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAlT0-bJlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qPO2uLcj2VM/s1600-h/Dscn4955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291770584728544850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAlT0-bJlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qPO2uLcj2VM/s320/Dscn4955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAlQAyGPvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wdoYVicvGY0/s1600-h/Dscn4956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291770519178591986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAlQAyGPvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wdoYVicvGY0/s320/Dscn4956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAlMYZy3AI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ByHdvpTYah8/s1600-h/Dscn4957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291770456799632386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAlMYZy3AI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ByHdvpTYah8/s320/Dscn4957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; when she's on the phone, i get the advantage of her camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAlImBTs3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/4jQM1TwyB-Y/s1600-h/Dscn4958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291770391735546738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAlImBTs3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/4jQM1TwyB-Y/s320/Dscn4958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAlEfdjOGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KTIeO_zisYw/s1600-h/Dscn4959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291770321255479394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAlEfdjOGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KTIeO_zisYw/s320/Dscn4959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wanie also nak shiok sendiri! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAlAdLrwOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-EXK9t_gaOc/s1600-h/Dscn4961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291770251924193506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAlAdLrwOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-EXK9t_gaOc/s320/Dscn4961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-6975539747101866563?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/6975539747101866563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures-for-130109-i-was-laughing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/6975539747101866563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/6975539747101866563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures-for-130109-i-was-laughing.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SXAmCP5shZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/h-ds1ZDPrEc/s72-c/Dscn4939.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-3822501288059874212</id><published>2009-01-16T11:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:20:39.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; to buy bag/shoes/jeans/shirts/underwear/laptop/stationery.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; to buy heels/handphone/leggings/storybooks/spectacles/presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll add more to the lists if I need to. This list shall last until I decide that I have bought enough of my needs. Fasha, please buy the NEEDs, not WANTs. :( I shall learn to discipline myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes, I wonder what boys are up to. Like seriously. Well, it works both ways. It is always boys can't understand girls but neither can girls understand guys. But this time round, I think I've heard enough. Mr You-Know-Who, you have some explaining to do. I think if he doesn't explain properly soon, I'm going to prepare a gun to shoot through his head, literally! Maybe it is just because he is inexperienced and he doesn't understand the meaning of a relationship. Definitely, he needs to knw a relationship is not only about love and commitment, but also trust and honesty. If you think you can't tell her what is on your mind, it just shows how much trust you have in her, even before this so called 'incident' happened. For one, it happened too sudden. For sure something triggered it, right? And if you were in the right state of mind, you would explain to her before just blurting the wrong words out like that. For two, ''other commitments'' is a wrong choice of excuse. If one has ''other commitments'' not relating to a third party, in this case I meant 'another girl', he would be smart enough to explain it then you guys can settle it together. But of course, such abrupt excuse without an explanation leaves people hanging and wondering what the ''other commitments'' refer to. Use your fucking brain for once. Here, we're back to square one. You are dealing with the wrong people, brainless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my lovely cousin&lt;/strong&gt;/&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who needs him when you've got your girlfriends and I by your side? Eh eh eh, kan? *kening upup* :D We shall go for facial next week! We shall remove all the oil, blackheads and whiteheads! And prepare for a new start in life. Guess what? We'll be going through the next year together, like almost every minute of it. Innova's my first choice baby! Innova, prepare to be burnt down. K tak! I love you babygirl! And noone is going to change that fact, not even a little bit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-3822501288059874212?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/3822501288059874212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need-to-buy-bagshoesjeansshirtsunderw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3822501288059874212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3822501288059874212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need-to-buy-bagshoesjeansshirtsunderw.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-4244009645448935908</id><published>2009-01-15T10:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:46:19.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;/edited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I WANT A NEW PINK LAPPY!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two days back, I went to NYJC's open house together with Wanie. I met her at Yishun and we took 853 there. However, we got lost. We overshot a few bus stops and we only alighted at Serangoon MRT Station. Then, we took 105 which stops right in front of the school. However, our first impression of the school was defeated. The moment we stepped into the school, we had to climb this huge hill. The welcome wasn't as overwhelming as Innova's though. I thought the atmosphere in Nanyang was rather disappointing. Or is it because we are Malays and Malays are like the minority in that school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, Firdaus fetched us not long after and he toured us around the school. One of the most prominent places that I would never forget, is of course the Malay Cultural (something) Society room. Haha! We were told that there are only fifteen Malays altogether in the school and of course, we were shocked to death. It is compulsory for all the Malays to join the Society and for some reason, that sounded like prison to me. Anyway, Firdaus, Wanie and I walked around the school, decided to get ourselves some PINK popcorn. We chilled out, watched the performances and I guess that was it? Even the CCA members didn't really approached us. They were more focused on Chinese visitors. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, we thought of heading to Pioneer because my mum insisted that we do but we ended up eating at KFC at Ang Mo Kio. We hanged out for a long time there, talking about the journey of our friendships, reminiscing the past. I guess a lot of things has happened before and will happen in future. Well, it is part and parcel of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, woke up late, got myself ready to go for tutoring and yeah, I guess I was a little late for tutoring. Anyway, I think I have lots of things to settle right now. And I just got my one week of pay yesterday! :D Happy or whaaaaaat? K I have tutoring again later. Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-4244009645448935908?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/4244009645448935908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-days-back-i-went-to-nyjcs-open.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/4244009645448935908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/4244009645448935908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-days-back-i-went-to-nyjcs-open.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-2790468129362319578</id><published>2009-01-13T09:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:53:26.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290585652770523234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SWvvntcqSGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/X6I9b99xwkQ/s320/gotcha0161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course, I was very unhappy about my results. It is mainly because I have not even reached my damn expectations. I expected single digit at least for my L1R4 but end up no single digit for both. Fucking disappointed with Geography, and both my Mathematics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My results have not deducted bonus points for HMT and CCA.&lt;br /&gt;L1R5: 14&lt;br /&gt;L1R4: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: B3&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanes: B3&lt;br /&gt;Geography: B3&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics: A2&lt;br /&gt;A Mathematics: A2&lt;br /&gt;Science (Phy/Chem): A1&lt;br /&gt;Higher Malay: B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My result slip is neat but my results aren't. (Y) I have no idea where I can go with these shit kind of results. Not a good JC, neither a good course in Polytechnics. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you those who have given me advice and motivation yesterday and today. Thank you for all the compliments despite my disappointment. Congratulations to those who moved on from their secondary school lives to post secondary school lives. I am going for NYJC's open house after this although I barely scraped through their cutoff. Haha fuck it. I'm going to enjoy myself later on! Later! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-2790468129362319578?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/2790468129362319578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-course-i-was-very-unhappy-about-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/2790468129362319578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/2790468129362319578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-course-i-was-very-unhappy-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SWvvntcqSGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/X6I9b99xwkQ/s72-c/gotcha0161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-1716232023463925063</id><published>2009-01-12T10:10:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:53:22.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I didn't post properly yesterday, I am going to repost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Friday, I met up with Wanie, Ikmaliah and Nazri(Ik's boyfriend) at Woodlands. Heck, you didn't know how excited I was to meet them. It's been ages ever since we finished o levels. Gave Ik and Wanie a big hug the moment I got there. I was the last to reach of course because I stay so near. HAHA. Anyway, we then walked towards Innova Junior College for their open house. We were nervous and excited about going there. The moment we reached in front of the gate, we couldn't decide whether to push or pull the gate. But the moment we stepped into the school and made the way towards their booth, we were welcomed with open arms! Okay, not literally. Innova is a huge school, I have to say. Altogether, we spent two whole hours walking around it, checking out the CCAs as well as getting lost. After a while though, Ik and Nazri had to go off. Nazri had to do his Friday prayers. So, Wanie and I were left to venture in the school. Of course, we focused and enquired at the CCAs we were interested in and I guess enquiring the CCAs left us interested in something else. Maybe not us but me. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wanie focused more on their modern dance while I focused on bowling. A band member approached us and Wanie immediately pointed her finger towards me. Of course, I do not want to join JC band, being committed to Anderson Alumni Band this time round. :) Anyway, we got lots of souveneirs. At IJC, I met Faiz too! And of course many other people who knows my cousin. Duh! Haha! After IJC, Wanie and I headed to Ngee Ann Poly. We didn't do anything much there but I can tell you that Wanie was so belo. Like oh my god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(at school of business &amp;amp; accountancy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;np guy: eh wait wait! you guys haven't get the chop yet! come come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we: *headed towards him* (but we were blur)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;np guy: *standby chop*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanie: *sticks out hand*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;np guy: not your hand lah! your booklet! you think club ah?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;Wanie and I started laughing like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, when we headed to Singapore Poly, it was much better. Maybe it was because we had a tour guide. Thanks Zuhayr for touring us around. That school is huge and I think if I enter that school, I might need to hire my own private helicopter. -.- Then, went home with truckloads of goodies in my hand. Thats it for Friday. Pictures will be at the end of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday, I had band practice in the morning and all of a sudden I couldn't read notes. Okay damn, I wish I could have played better yesterday. :( I was slightly disappointed but what to do. After band, I headed to Bugis to meet my parents and we headed to Mr Poh's shop. Mom just resurfaced her bowling balls. I'm aiming for a new shoe/ball/bag. Everything ah! Sheesh, dream on Fasha. Then, we went bowling at BBCSC and heck, the lane was so oily my ball didn't even hook! So frustrating! But other than that, okay, had fun lah. Anyway, mom bought me and original liverpool jersey. Haha! Gerek pe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry 2406. I was supposed to be at the chalet at least for the barbeque on Saturday but mom's not even allowing me out. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, went to fetch big brother at the airport in the morning. I had no idea what was wrong with me. I didn't even make any effort to dress up. All I wore was like red polo tee, black 3/4s and slippers. But that was fine lah. It wasn't that bad. We had breakfast at the kopitiam there and then headed to Terminal 2. Kak Lala and I headed to the accessories shop to get my mom her present, without her knowledge, of course. Dad asked me to buy for her the rose pendant she wanted. My dad's so sweet, just that he doesn't show it. -.- Anyway, that necklace was sold out because the pieces were limited. So, we bought for her something else. Something so simple, yet elegant and more expensive. -.- Anyway, whatever it is, Happy Birthday mom! Happy Birthday to Thiviyah too! Sorry I can't make it to your barbeque love! It was mom's birthday. I hope you had fun on your day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After fetching abang, we sent him and Kak Lala home and we headed to Jurong to watch Ubowling. Over there, my dad was just watching and supplying me with 50 cent coins so that I could play the stupid tikam-tikam game. But I still didn't get anything. Haha! Thank you dad for wasting some money of me. Anyway, it was Hazz's(?) birthday as well. Kay, happy fifteenth birthday to him though I know he's not reading this. Haha! After their fifth game, we headed home. In the afternoon, we went bowling. And this time, my dressing is crazy. Even my cousins and mum said I looked like someone who can't be bothered about her dressing, which is true in a way. I couldn't play yesterday. I hated the lane condition, bigtime. Anyway, after bowling, went to makan. I was hungry, but I still didn't finish my food. Oh my god, something's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;TODAY! O level results! In four hours time! Can you fucking believe it?! I CAN'T! Good luck to everyone who's getting their results later on. To those who would like to know my results, please call me. I might be too lazy to answer texts. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290231776583008962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SWqtxZ62wsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/70GVBb3mN9Q/s320/Dscn4656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290232060121591490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SWquB6LuLsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fkoxMJpGgp8/s320/Dscn4665.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290232505522477010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SWqub1bkV9I/AAAAAAAAADE/rkzzvINKN9s/s320/Dscn4669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290232573286319570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SWqufx3uhdI/AAAAAAAAADM/qYMfI7jW-kw/s320/Dscn4676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290232754658670546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SWquqViQ99I/AAAAAAAAADU/clM7nWuGjkY/s320/Dscn4677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290232831489025282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SWquuzwDJQI/AAAAAAAAADc/xJo5riyONN8/s320/Dscn4687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290233804376869522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SWqvncClipI/AAAAAAAAADs/QiM19_PDSAI/s320/woweeee~0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290233877667118258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SWqvrtEV_LI/AAAAAAAAAD0/N1FGCHhhfQY/s320/woweeee~0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290233646619930962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SWqveQWZsVI/AAAAAAAAADk/quiRfJPMJYw/s320/woweeee~0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;K I'm done! Ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-1716232023463925063?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/1716232023463925063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/since-i-didnt-post-properly-yesterday-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/1716232023463925063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/1716232023463925063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/since-i-didnt-post-properly-yesterday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SWqtxZ62wsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/70GVBb3mN9Q/s72-c/Dscn4656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-3244383816379547846</id><published>2009-01-07T14:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:37:04.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank god I still have my circle of friends. If I was that sheltered, I would have been suffering till now, not realising or knowing about my surroundings. I shall not name who have actually saved my life from becoming a disaster, but seriously, thank you so much. I owe you one, my dear boy. I shall not mourn or dwell over the situation no more, now that I've seen your true colours. You said I was two faced, well so are you. I was so dumb to beg you, to tolerate you, to go back to you. Thank god I have a smart friend to show me the way and to bring me to the light. All I can say is that I thank you for the day. But I shall leave the day behind with no regrets but just an experience which would help me in future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, to all those people who have been receiving truckloads of shit from me, I hope you would understand that I am not standing at the right footpath of life. I need time to settle myself. Well, in this case, most probably a lot of time. Your understanding is truly appreciated. And if you were to give me less shit, it is more appreciated. Thank you. God bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, I have a new passion for teaching but without politics. Tutoring is making me happy and has made me happy. To mum, tutoring is my passion. You have to let me do this. I do not see why you would ban me from pursuing what I love. Why are you stopping me from earning money from something I love? If you were really to support me, you would talk it out with him to allow me to do something that I have finally learned to love. I have never asked for much, if you realised. This is something I am serious about. I have never joked around such a job. But I guess, you'll never understand eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-3244383816379547846?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/3244383816379547846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-god-i-still-have-my-circle-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3244383816379547846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3244383816379547846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-god-i-still-have-my-circle-of.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-1585750539209710098</id><published>2009-01-05T12:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:17:31.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to Hadi's place on Friday to tutor his little brother for an hour. &amp;amp; I finally met Hadi's girlfriend. (Kening up up ^^) I was practically exhausted and totally wiped out when I met Hadi. It was practically because I only had one and a half hours of sleep the night before and only two hours of nap. Even those three and a half hours don't add up because I kept waking up and getting startled over nothing. After the tuition, I felt so relieved, mainly because I was afraid I couldn't stand anymore of tutoring. I was so sleeeeeeeeeeepy. Anyway, what was done is done and I am still unhappy about what happened Friday morning. It pissed me off a lot. You guys just had to put the blame on me for everything and just had to make me feel all down and out. Even until now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287054732476780546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SV9kRGVTkAI/AAAAAAAAACs/-2qTRud0alQ/s320/woweeee~0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So on Saturday, I followed my aunt back to johor together with my grandparents, mum, uncle and two little cousins. Take a look at the picture above. People say we look alike(?). Even the person at the immgration mistook us. She thought my passport belongs to my little cousin. Next time, I must ensure that the person reads our NRIC first. Anyway, we went to this kedai kain first and we got our stuff so that we can go to ''tempah'' baju kurung/kebaya. My mum and I ''tempah'' three sets each. Okay, we are not kiasu but the cheap price was just irresistable. I ''tempah-ed'' one kebaya modern, one baju kurung pahang (cekak musang), and another baju kurung modern. I hope they all turn out nice. But I heard she's good so I shall trust her skills. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right after ''tempah-ing'' our baju kurung, we headed to JusCo at Bukit Indah. All the JusCos look alike, as told by my aunty. No wonder it looked familiar. Anyway, over there, I was hoping I could buy more things but I guess I already had the most share of items. My mum and grandpa didn't buy anything. My grandmother bought a new handbag. As for me, I bought a bag (hopefully I can use if I enter JC), a cap, three bras. We didn't have much time to walk around though. Soon, we had to head home. My mum, grandparents and I headed home by bus via Tuas. We reached Jurong at around 7 and reached home around 7.30. Of course, I was exhausted and my mum was already falling sick. Pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, we went bowling. Of course, if I knew, I didn't follow. It didn't start well and it didn't end well either. It is always parents, mum, parents, MUM! Doesn't she realise, no matter how annoyed I get at her, I still refuse to talk and still show respect to her. Oh yeah, wait, whatever it is, it is still my fault. I forgot that bit. So go on, continue blaming me for everything! My heart is raging like nobody's business. Eventually credits will all go to someone who's been faking it all along, someone who has never been there but pretended to be there, someone who makes her think he's her all but he never was, like some two faced brainless mofo. Okay, I'm pissed and I don't feel like blogging anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-1585750539209710098?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/1585750539209710098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-went-to-hadis-place-on-friday-to_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/1585750539209710098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/1585750539209710098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-went-to-hadis-place-on-friday-to_05.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SV9kRGVTkAI/AAAAAAAAACs/-2qTRud0alQ/s72-c/woweeee~0050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-3402012649905834175</id><published>2009-01-01T13:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:05:08.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SVxZEEZxZoI/AAAAAAAAACk/4V8UfW7whOk/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286197989062305410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SVxZEEZxZoI/AAAAAAAAACk/4V8UfW7whOk/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/strong&gt; to everyone! It is like finally 2009 and I'll be turning seventeen in eleven months time. Shit, thats long. But who cares. :) Somehow, it seems like 2009 didn't have a good start. Not many people were excited about it. Even the countdown at Marina Bay didn't look as exciting as I thought it would be. Even the people who were counting down at the bowling alley weren't that excited. I thought my family was the only alien family there exclusive of those little kids who came running to us for party masks and blowers. We felt so out of place, or at least I did, since nobody was at all excited about counting down when my family was all set with party poppers. I even had to ask whether we could pop the party poppers. It didn't feel like a countdown to a new year at all. It more like felt like an average bowling night except that they close later than usual.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But I hope this new year will slowly be better for everyone. I guess currently with the economy so uptight, I don't think anyone is in for a treat. That might explain the countdown, I guess? In this 2009, I wish for wonderfulous results for o'levels and I hope my income keeps coming in. This means that I hope to keep my job as a tutor for the entire lovely year ahead. Plus, I hope to get into a good school where I can (finally) begin to learn to discipline myself in terms of attitude in class as well as outside class. I want to make sure I do all (or at least most, which is already an improvement) of my homework. &lt;strong&gt;And I want to be better at bowling!&lt;/strong&gt; Of course, finally, I wish for a better love life. But (I can't believe I am saying this) that would be last on my list in 2009. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was in for lots of shit in 2008 but 2009 is going to be better. I just know it. (Glances at paragraph above.) I'm getting sick of this bracket-ty thing. Later!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-3402012649905834175?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/3402012649905834175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-to-everyone-it-is-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3402012649905834175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3402012649905834175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-to-everyone-it-is-like.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SVxZEEZxZoI/AAAAAAAAACk/4V8UfW7whOk/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-1386266444783342325</id><published>2008-12-31T13:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:31:29.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285822442560883058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SVsDgYqhCXI/AAAAAAAAACc/4GyO9XxbOr0/s320/497024909_b02ae675f4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am at this stage where I feel like disappearing from the earth's surface. Let nobody know where I'm at. Unfortunately, that is kind of impossible. However, maybe I shall some day decide to just switch my phone off everyday so noone can reach me. Maybe, that way, I'll get some peace of mind. I just think I'm failing myself. The bar is right there but I'm getting tired of losing out. Time after time, I just feel like I'm falling endlessly. It just doesn't seem like I'm getting anywhere or earning anything. What am I to do, what am I to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-1386266444783342325?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/1386266444783342325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-at-this-stage-where-i-feel-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/1386266444783342325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/1386266444783342325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-at-this-stage-where-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SVsDgYqhCXI/AAAAAAAAACc/4GyO9XxbOr0/s72-c/497024909_b02ae675f4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-8941897898236244884</id><published>2008-12-30T15:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:53:51.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SVnQ9-nAdxI/AAAAAAAAACU/Pu90RKyZs40/s1600-h/spaceball.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285485400893191954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SVnQ9-nAdxI/AAAAAAAAACU/Pu90RKyZs40/s320/spaceball.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so not a happy girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my fucking beginning to the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You go fucking figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-8941897898236244884?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/8941897898236244884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-so-not-happy-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8941897898236244884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8941897898236244884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-so-not-happy-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SVnQ9-nAdxI/AAAAAAAAACU/Pu90RKyZs40/s72-c/spaceball.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-5139604959561241435</id><published>2008-12-27T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T20:01:52.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am going to like 'restart' my skills in bowling, I hope. I wish to throw away all my bad habits and stuff. :) Bowling was great yesterday. And oh, not to forget, we have a wonderful Christmas cum Farewell party yesterday too. My juniors were wonderful people. And I guess Mr Lim have (again) successfully knocked some senses into me. Thank you to all those who made yesterday possible. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know, sometimes, you have to quit being arrogant and ignorant. Just quit thinking the way you are thinking. If you know me well, I do not sympathise noone. It is just my goddamn nature to care. I do not know what you're trying to do, no idea. But I hope you would at least talk to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-5139604959561241435?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/5139604959561241435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-going-to-like-restart-my-skills-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/5139604959561241435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/5139604959561241435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-going-to-like-restart-my-skills-in.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-2691863734044666023</id><published>2008-12-24T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:23:01.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Well, Friendster is getting well on my nerves.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing much to blog about these days, just that I am anxious to find out when the o'level results are going to be released. It is horrible how much nightmares I've been having about the results. Okay, it is not as bad as it may sound but I have had two nightmares about o'levels. Ooooooh, scary. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where were you when I needed a favour from you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-2691863734044666023?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/2691863734044666023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-friendster-is-getting-well-on-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/2691863734044666023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/2691863734044666023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-friendster-is-getting-well-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-111192809094952657</id><published>2008-12-22T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:12:09.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Masak-masak. Something that I would play, perhaps a decade back. So cute, so free. I wish I was their age, still needless to bother about grades, boys, grades. Using all the different (plastic) ingredients to cook and serve. The kids just ordered &lt;em&gt;Rojak&lt;/em&gt;, one of the easiest to do. I wonder if it relates back to life. Does everyone have a &lt;em&gt;Rojak&lt;/em&gt; (messy) life, just because it is a giveaway? Anyone can ask for it. I'd like to pass, but still, I'm going for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some people at home are being a pain in the ass. Being youngest, I could only talk to myself helplessly. Perhaps it was due to huge generation gaps. I can't define how unhappy I get in this house but all I can do is live with it. I can't wait to go to school because that is the only place where I can escape from misery and unhappiness. God damnit, if you think I am able to do whatever I want, guess what? It is not because I can but I want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would have to crack my head soon to come up to a decision. Some things are meant to be while some things are not meant to be. We'll see how. But please, urgh, I hate this pressurizing game where you try to be ideal when you're not. I've got to deal with this on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-111192809094952657?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/111192809094952657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/12/masak-masak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/111192809094952657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/111192809094952657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/12/masak-masak.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-3773265245285120089</id><published>2008-12-20T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T15:32:49.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've gotten myself a new perspective. I have learnt to appreciate new people and new experiences, to a certain extent. I love the way life's going nowadays. I feel like the wind, or even a bird, flying to wherever it wishes to. Yes, soon here comes dilemmas. But that, shall be put aside. I will know when to foot the bill when the time comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want it. But I'll wait for it. I'll wait for something true and real, cause for sure, it is worth the wait. I'm not retarded, because it is sensible. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-3773265245285120089?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/3773265245285120089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-gotten-myself-new-perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3773265245285120089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3773265245285120089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-gotten-myself-new-perspective.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-2235994159814891957</id><published>2008-12-12T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:02:25.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It started from a little conversation. Talking about the different types of flowers in the field, their uses and their poisons. Every girl would somehow be attracted to a single flower at one point of time, but sometimes a whole bunch of it. But you know, a girl would specifically pick out a single flower, one she likes very much, unique from the rest. In my left hand, I have a bouquet. But in my right hand, I have picked a flower so old, a flower which doesn't have a scent anymore, which is not colourful anymore, and for some reason, I'm crying over it. Thinking back, I have a beautiful bouquet. But the moment I looked at that old flower, the entire world's behind me. From me to you, I sucked, didn't I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you need something, thats your weakness.&lt;br /&gt;What if I need you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-2235994159814891957?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/2235994159814891957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-started-from-little-conversation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/2235994159814891957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/2235994159814891957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-started-from-little-conversation.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-4950268353781369160</id><published>2008-12-07T13:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:07:07.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was some heck of a day. It was extremely troublesome to memorise the songs for the march. I had infinite difficulty memorising the songs, especially after one month of slacking. My brain was a little rusty for some memorising. But heck, I loved our uniform yesterday, but it would be better if our sleeves were rolled down. But we practically looked like the waiters and waitresses of at the ballroom, just that we didn't have their vests on. Haha! I saw a hell lot of good lookings boys yesterday, not only Malay, but Chinese and Indian as well. See, I'm not racist. Some Indians can be good-looking too! I was swooning all the way yesterday, but oh well, what's done is done, and it was only for a day. I was extremely tired and exhausted the moment I got home. My feet were aching and my muscles were contracting. I guess I had a long day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night, it was as if I was darted by a million daggers. I suppose I was hurt, but only because my guard was down, and my wounds haven't healed yet. My scars stretched open, upon being hit by the daggers. Well, I wasnt only being hit by daggers, but it felt as if the daggers scraped their way in my skin and it was twisted the moment it hit the spot, my heart. I was so stupid to not see it coming. But I guess, thank you for opening my healing wounds. You made me open my eyes. Well, when something opens, something has to close as well. In this case, my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah, I get shits all the time. I should have gotten used to it by now but I guess not. I can forsee myself in the future, doing my own thing, oblivious to the people around me as well as being insensitive to other people's feelings. Why, I suppose it's the side effects taking place. I am not going to waste my time anymore, which I have for the past four months. It is time for a change. And thank you babygirl, for putting some sense into me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisely, ''Where is the happy-go-lucky Fasha I know?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-4950268353781369160?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/4950268353781369160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-was-some-heck-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/4950268353781369160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/4950268353781369160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-was-some-heck-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-7079820440487457847</id><published>2008-12-04T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:21:29.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why, that was unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly give up.&lt;br /&gt;This hope will come in at least forever.&lt;br /&gt;Thats exaggeration;&lt;br /&gt;Because forever doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;What irony?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-7079820440487457847?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/7079820440487457847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-that-was-unexpected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/7079820440487457847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/7079820440487457847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-that-was-unexpected.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-4052854816870980927</id><published>2008-12-03T13:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:18:15.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is extremely delirious and scary how some things happen the way you don't want them to. To be more precise, how some things turn out. It is funny how your head spins, your mind whirls, you get sweeped off your feet but then you'll fall to the ground again, knowing that something's wrong. Life never permits for you to get the best of it but you would still have these crazy cravings for some things you're not supposed to get. I have been thinking that I have all I want in life, with my babygirls around me, friends backing me up, but to think about it, I could never get enough. All I feel like doing is begging and pleading to life to give me a fair share of experience, of what I have always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have secrets?&lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a boy/girl younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;until i am able to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;im gonna shop till i drop first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;loving yrself haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Give one reason why you love your significant other if you have one, one day.&lt;br /&gt;cause he makes me feel like a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;wait or just let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is the first thing you want to do when you're legal?&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What would you do if your significant other if you have one day cheats on you?&lt;br /&gt;*slaps/punches/dumps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;most probably married haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;of course, friends and nenek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How many times your heart has been broken?&lt;br /&gt;alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;married but poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you're attached but you feel u like someone else, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;i'd straighten out my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;i'd forgive but not forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you want to tell the someone you like?&lt;br /&gt;are you for real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If there is a choice between lover and friends, which will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you believe that there's "True Love"?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I am so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NTC4qkb8Ppk"&gt;miley cyrus parody&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ho-RaVagVAM"&gt;favourite singers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you might be making a mistake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-4052854816870980927?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/4052854816870980927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-is-extremely-delirious-and-scary-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/4052854816870980927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/4052854816870980927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-is-extremely-delirious-and-scary-how.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-8623118338104548589</id><published>2008-12-02T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:50:16.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Some things can never be explained.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, I went out with Ady. Well, it's easier to summarise it all by saying that we went for breakfast at McDonalds, then cycling at Pasir Ris, then met his friends (who are supposedly my long lost friends) at Hougang and lastly, he sent me to Bukit Batok. Sounds pretty much simple and unexciting but I enjoyed my day with that boy. At least, for once, he made me forget of all the problems in life. He also showed me a different side of the world out there. I guess I just haven't been going out much and doing many things within one day, I guess, made me open my eyes. I thought every second of it was worthwhile because I was practically opening my eyes and being observant about everything the whole time. I don't wish to say much about yesterday anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But my girls really made my day today. Somehow, just meeting up with them clears the dark clouds away. As per normal, they are always late. I was late myself, but somehow, they were later. We watched Wild Child at Yishun GV in the morning. Extremely nice show. :) Anyway, after that, we headed to Toa Payoh for facial. The place was having some kind of promotion and we got our facial at only $10! I guess my face texture had smoothen out but the side effects still haven't gone off. Furthermore, with my swollen eye, my face looked as if I got bashed in the face yesterday or something. Whatever, I hope it was worth the ten bucks. Hahahaha! Anyway, after that we walked around Toa Payoh for a while Izah was craving for something to eat because she was hungry. I was craving for ice cream though. But we ended up heading home. Here I am, blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I feel exhausted after the facial. I would want another massage like that! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-8623118338104548589?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/8623118338104548589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-things-can-never-be-explained.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8623118338104548589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/8623118338104548589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-things-can-never-be-explained.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-4268207591250834316</id><published>2008-11-27T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T12:50:05.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And here I am, having my freedom of speech. Yesterday was, erh, everything mixed together. It was fun, boring, uncalled for and (any adjective you can think of). Of course, I met my babygirl izah first at Ang Mo Kio Central's 'Song &amp;amp; Song'. On my way there, I saw one girl, to be precise two, because there's another girl with her. Whatever it is, the first girl matters most because she definitely spoilt my day! Well, I just didn't know some juniors can be a pain in the ass but at the same time they do not dare to look you in the eye and say what they think. All they do is that they bitch about you behind their backs and expect their friends to convey the message to me. Whatever girl, if you're still unhappy, I'm seriously waiting. I am for sure not approaching/apologizing for what I did not do to you first, for a simple reason, because you are younger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, met Izah, Zul Ketam and Hairi there and after buying nothing from 'Song &amp;amp; Song', we headed to McDonalds. Zul Ketam was being an extremely nice boyfriend (rolls eyes) to me. Haha! He is everybody's boyfriend! But anyway, he accompanied me to buy my Mega Mac Upsize which he ended up finishing up most of it. Hahahaha! After eating, Izah and I headed back to her place. Of course, there was a big fuss back at her place, but somehow we managed to escape the hassle by running out of the house after a short conversation with her mum. For once, I thought I was bad, then I thought she was bad again when my mum texted me. I have no idea why but my mum just has to interfere with my outings and somehow spoil my mood for it so that I would not enjoy my day and also so that she would feel victorious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We waited for Raaa at the Fitness Corner and when she came, we headed to the busstop, took 72 to Tampines, where we bought the present for the birthday girl as well as the 'Sabo' items. We seemed like makcik-makcik at NTUC, looking for eggs, flour and powdered detergent? Haha! Anyway, we then headed to take 29 to Changi. Of course, at the bus queue, we accidentally met with some of Raaa's and Izah's primary school mates, whom I was supposed to know but I did not know because I was oh so anti-social at the age of 7 to 9. Anyway, we walked for a long time before we reached the chalet, because we were partly lost and we stopped at the wrong bus stop. It wasn't our fault, the chalet was in too deep. But when we reached there, I was introduced to the birthday girl and well, okay, she was very nice. ^^ Well, I guess I got to know some new people there and there were a whole lot more who were rather alien to me. But well, the boys there were nice but some of the girls were rather deceiving. Deceiving in a vice versa way. Some looked totally unapproachable but they are! While a pinch of them, otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the chalet was where I learnt the difference between 'the types of guys'. Of course there were many guys at the chalet, namely men and boys. There is definitely a huge difference in these two nouns. This is where I get uncomfortable typing but I know I have to state it down. Men are the mature boys, who take up responsibility as men, knowing when to play around and when not to. Boys, which sounds rather more natural for guys our age because of their slow rate of maturity, are well, simply boys. There is this saying that when guys come together, they become boys. It was true, in a way. And there is another category where they are boys inside, but pretending to be men outside. This totally freaks me out. In another words, they are guys without dicks. They do all sorts of things to make others have the impression that they are matured and ready to be called 'men' but heck no. Honestly, I prefer guys who just show their true colours, be it as a man or a boy. I hate it when what they do is pretend, although I much more prefer the 'obvious'. Anyway, this only applies to some of the boys yesterday, just that I make it sound more general because it might just be true in this world where we are living in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, at 9.45, I was late, real late, I headed home. I reached home at midnight at yeah, I was grounded. Wait, I was grounded even before I got home. &lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story is that you should have the fun of your life before you're grounded.&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I think I deserved this outing and many outings more to come, because I have very much been grounded my entire secondary school life especially nearing o levels. The only time I got to go out was when I wanted to study. And it was studying, it wasn't even hanging out and all. Pfft, I know you parents are worried for me, but as long as you put faith in me, I would take good care of myself, and I'd still keep you updated and stuff. But oh well, what's the use right? Like she said, once bitten twice shy, when I do not even know what I did wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-4268207591250834316?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/4268207591250834316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-here-i-am-having-my-freedom-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/4268207591250834316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/4268207591250834316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-here-i-am-having-my-freedom-of.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-160381319776535</id><published>2008-11-21T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:41:37.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd like to take this opportunity to thank all the lovely people who have made life in class/school very much worthwhile. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271087535682315970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SSaqL7BVZsI/AAAAAAAAABk/hMLryLTbrUo/s320/girlss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To this group of girls, I'd like to say thank you for everything that you guys have done, seriously, including all the shits! You guys have been the greatest of friends to me, although our bond was a little last minute. I probably would wish for a little more time to spend with you girls, to make up for my wrong doings in the past but I can't wish for a different you, each and every one of you. Yes, we may have gotten on one another's nerves at some point of time but at the end of it, everything was worthwhile. Prom was a bomb with you guys by me and it could not get any better. Thanks for these four years of bittersweet memories! As cliche as it may sound, good luck in everything you do! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271088876317372338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SSarZ9Ro77I/AAAAAAAAABs/e2_HlbFsiqQ/s320/Dscn2253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And as for you Mr Haikal, you have been the greatest for me. Knowing me, I'd never want to give in to anything. But this time, I'd like to say I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused you, all the shits I did to you and all the things I couldn't do. You have been extremely patient with me despite deserving the best. Thank you for all the wonderful memories as well as for being such a gentleman. As much as it hurts, I want you to know that you are going to be hard for me to forget. Yes ex boyfriend, I miss you very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-160381319776535?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/160381319776535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/11/id-like-to-take-this-opportunity-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/160381319776535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/160381319776535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/11/id-like-to-take-this-opportunity-to.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SSaqL7BVZsI/AAAAAAAAABk/hMLryLTbrUo/s72-c/girlss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-4604969353382190748</id><published>2008-11-18T11:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:23:16.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prom was crazy. I don't think there is any other words to describe it. Even the preparation for prom was crazy lah, thank you very much. Although I think there could have a much more variety of programmes. Haha! I guess I have to apologise for that one. They could have enjoyed a dance performance but we decided not to dance. -.- But anyway, the end of the programme was just as crazy. DANCE DANCE! That's supposed to describe all of it. Pictures will be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules &amp;amp; regulations:&lt;br /&gt;1) Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2) People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3) At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged &amp;amp; list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4) No tag back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have two smelly pillows which I can't sleep without.&lt;br /&gt;2) I spend on things without really considering the price.&lt;br /&gt;3) I didn't suck on pacifiers; I spat them out!&lt;br /&gt;4) I sing whenever I'm not in front of anyone.&lt;br /&gt;5) I asked two people about what are my 10 weird things/habits/little known facts. -.-&lt;br /&gt;6) I laugh in a funny manner and I smack people while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;7) I like to stare at shoes and look out for coloured nails in the train.&lt;br /&gt;8) I eat like a man.&lt;br /&gt;9) I am unlike other girls; I dislike taking pictures anymore.&lt;br /&gt;10) I am so not over something right now. (inside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the 10 people are:&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea who what when or why. if you're bored, just rip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes things happen when you don't want them to.&lt;br /&gt;Some people remain far out of your reach but deep in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;It might just be meant that way.&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't only go out to me but also those out there, reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Again, I shall say;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When your heart beats for someone,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's hard to tell it to stop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-4604969353382190748?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/4604969353382190748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/11/prom-was-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/4604969353382190748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/4604969353382190748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/11/prom-was-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-3956522747083281569</id><published>2008-11-12T18:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:04:02.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is four days before my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Yet, I am already pampered like crazy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got my first surprise when I met him under my block. He surprised me with a BIG mickey mouse! Oh my God, the mickey is oh so cute. We headed to Ang Mo Kio to eat. Then I pampered myself with a hair wash, cut, blow as well as a manicure and a spa treatment for my hands. Teehee! He was there all the while, waiting for me, being amused at the simplest of things and I was there being amused at him being amused. Haha! Then we headed to City Hall and it was his turn for him to pamper himself, well, sort of. He got himself his cam bag and a shirt. I fell in love with on of the heels there but eventually they didn't carry my size. Anyway, after getting his stuff, we headed to Starbucks for a drink. I wanted to drink while walking around but he insisted on sitting down at Starbucks. And so we did and that was when I got my second surprise of the day. He got me this unique necklace made out of hearts with a heart shaped glass necklace. It was totally pretty and I didn't know how he knew I like those kind of accessories. Anyway, then I went to get my shoes from Pazzion.&lt;/div&gt;To him: I'll be paying you back next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O levels is over and I am so happy about it! I can't believe my Secondary Education is over and it feels so good to just springclean my room and throw away worksheets and books. -.- Granny's going to sell them to the Karanguni anyway, so maybe I can earn some bucks from them. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, I think I need to pamper myself more. HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-3956522747083281569?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/3956522747083281569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-is-four-days-before-my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3956522747083281569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/3956522747083281569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-is-four-days-before-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-477208840184850660</id><published>2008-11-06T10:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:12:31.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I have not updated throughout a week. I can't really remember what happened during the past week but it is like, nothing really happened anyway, just o levels and more o levels. But last Saturday was Fahmi's birthday! Yay! Happy legal birthday, my boy. :DD Anyway, I met with the 'eh' peeps on Monday. Heck, I miss you guys. I promise all of you an outing after I'm done with my o levels. And I'll confirm it'll be next next week or next next next week. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, I seriously got nothing to update ah. Bye.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-477208840184850660?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/477208840184850660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-i-have-not-updated-throughout-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/477208840184850660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/477208840184850660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-i-have-not-updated-throughout-week.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-7596697314525363734</id><published>2008-10-29T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:14:56.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was sick throughout the entire weekend and had fever on Sunday. On Monday, it was Deepavali but I spent my entire day in bed, though I was supposed to go out study with Adiq and also for a movie with cousin. So, I postponed my study plan till the next day. Thus, I met Adiq at eight in the morning for Physics. We sat at starbucks and studied for until 11.30. He knew almost everything but he claimed that he had to make sure. Haha! Oh, thanks for the drink anyway. I accompanied him to Long John Silver at Causeway Point after that and he officially had proof for I am a bimbo for which I am not. Then, we took the same bus back, just that I alighted three stops after we boarded. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for eyebrow shaping on my own and oh my gosh, I was so mad at that woman! You call yourself a professional beautician but they still cheat my money. Pfft! Anyway, I managed to head back and wrap Aidi's present. :) I liked the way I wrapped it okay, because it was full of sincerity and done with my own sweat. &amp;amp;It's very very pretty! But oh well, I can't upload the picture. Haha! So, I met Aidi for lunch that I owed him ever since I passed my Additional Mathematics. I betted with him my grades for Additional Mathematics. -.- But nevermind, lunch was great I suppose and I bought starbucks(again), before he walked me home. Very interesting for a day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's is this boy's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img516.imageshack.us/img516/9290/mreddiech6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mr Charming is nineteen today! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-7596697314525363734?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/7596697314525363734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-sick-throughout-entire-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/7596697314525363734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/7596697314525363734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-sick-throughout-entire-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-7325964017808903583</id><published>2008-10-25T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:15:54.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is time I should update.&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty busy the entire week, being the first week of o levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For my first paper, Chemistry, I was somewhat and rather confident about that paper. Everyone says it is rather simple, even some of the other school students. Okay, I repeat, some. For second paper, English Paper 1 &amp;amp; 2, I screwed paper one though. I just didn't get the inspiration to write anything at all. But paper two was unexpectedly easier than my school papers. Coincidentally, it was all about felines. The day before I was helping a friend to look for an owner for a kitten! On Wednesday, we had Additional Mathematics Paper 1. I thought it was doable, although I know I have already made mistakes in two of the questions. Lets hope for the other lot of the questions to be fine and no careless mistakes please! On Thursday, we had Physical Geography. For some reason, I thought it was difficult, no? Others thought it was rather easy. Okay, maybe I am screwed for that paper. Lastly, Friday was the best. We had Elementary Mathematics Paper from 8 - 10 and Additional Mathematic Paper 2 from 2.30 - 5. (Brainless, I am being sarcastic here.) I thought both were easy. Our school students mostly thought it was easy. But the rest of my friends from other schools thought it was difficult. Whatever it is, doesn't matter anyway. &lt;strong&gt;If you're screwed, you're screwed lah! If you're not, you're not. I shall take it as it is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sick girl now, by the way. Get well soon, again, to me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Tomorrow is going to be a big day. I have no idea why. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Congratulations to Ryan Putra, my lovely cousin, for winning first in the youth bowling competition just now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know, my English Composition was on delights and frustrations of being a teenager. I have been thinking about it and I came to a conclusion that 'who the hell are you to decide'? Haha! I mean, there are so many things that make us both happy and unhappy as well. Of course, the frustrating ones are easier to be shown or said. But if you really think about it, anything can make you delighted or frustrated. Something delightful can make you frustrated and something frustrated can make you feel delightful. Feel me? &amp;amp;Suddenly, I realised that we, being natural human beings, have not been appreciating the wonders and comforts of life. So for those emo-kias, please know that you are not depressed. You are just not looking at life the way you're supposed to. I only realised this on Thursday though, when I went to meet this boy (I shall not name who, he knows for himself, for identification protection purposes). He is a nice boy, fit and sweet. I know he might be somewhere out there thinking about me or something. He has proven himself worthy. But I haven't gone head over heels for him, because of a simple reason, I am afraid, and I want to be free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lets take these two points, afraid and free, and weigh its pros and cons. Being afraid, judging by the word itself shows a negative point of view. Being afraid would cause one person to miss out on a lot of things, naturally. However, on the positive point of view, being afraid means you are protecting yourself from the dangers out there because when you are afraid, the right thing you do is to prevent or avoid. Being free, it may seem like a good thing but well, I somehow realise that if a person wishes to be free, it might also mean that he or she wants to run away. This can be applied to one's characteristics or attitude or perception towards life. You go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, now I know why nobody reads my blog. Easy to say, nobody understands nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Goodbye ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-7325964017808903583?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/7325964017808903583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-is-time-i-should-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/7325964017808903583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/7325964017808903583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-is-time-i-should-update.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-7617577188710097067</id><published>2008-10-18T19:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T12:36:43.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some things can't be defined.&lt;br /&gt;Some things might have been better if left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;I was a huge asshole.&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when your heart beats for someone,&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to tell it to stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-7617577188710097067?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/7617577188710097067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-things-cant-be-defined.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/7617577188710097067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/7617577188710097067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-things-cant-be-defined.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-9087675251162066030</id><published>2008-10-18T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:36:55.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friendster's screwed. Or maybe it is just my already screwed up computer. Pfft. Thus, I shall not be checking friendster anymore until I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Saturday, I had an intensive day of tuition. Jiang Mei and I headed to Eunos to meet Mrs Ong for Physics. We had around three hours of Physics and I swear it was enough to kill me at least. We ended at around 0220 hours. Mrs Ong was nice enough to buy us roti john though. It helped me at least put in something into my very empty tummy. Anyway, when we headed home, we took 854 and oh my god, Jiang Mei and I were cursing our way in the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, had U-Bowling. I didn't play well at all. I am like so fucking demoralized. But hey, nevermind. After bowling in the morning, we headed to Cik Putri's place. She cooked Nasi Briyani and tulang merah! We ate as if we hadn't eaten for fifteen years or something like that. Then, when we headed home, I took a nap and studied at night. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And so, today is o' levels and the feeling rocks. I was so happy and excited and I thought the paper was rather do-able. Just now after Chemistry paper, I headed to the band room. I finally got to touch and kiss my husband again. (Brainless, I meant my oboe.) &amp;amp;I also managed to meet up with my lovely juniors again. At five plus, I headed to meet Izah. My babygirl's so sweet! She gave me a cute cushion rose with a teddy bear clinging to the stalk. :] And she drew my name and wrote a note to meeeeeee! Furthermore, it's on a laminated piece of paper! So sweeeeeeeeeet! Ooooh, I love you. Hahaha! :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I need to do some Additional Mathematic. Tomorrow's English paper is ending at around 1845 hours. :( Okay, going going gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-9087675251162066030?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/9087675251162066030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/10/friendsters-screwed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/9087675251162066030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/9087675251162066030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/10/friendsters-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181093528601373737.post-5932814647463828170</id><published>2008-10-17T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:40:21.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everybody is sick and I am falling sick as well. Flu is taking over. My dustbin is currently full with soggy tissue paper. Eww, disgusting, but really. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, we had Science(Chem/Phy) Practical yesterday. Everything was unexpected, really. We have never seen the type of Physics practical before. It was on gravity and forces. Haha! But thank god it was doable. For Chemistry, we were given this salt which contains only K, Br and O. The conclusion part was crap, yes it was crap. Anyway, after the practical, we were kept in quarantine for two hours. We felt like prisoners. The library's glass door was covered with paper so that we would not be able to peep outside and others would not be able to peep inside. And not to forget, we were as well escorted to and from the toilets. -.- Instead of revising, we drank Milo (which was provided), ate Milo and chatted a lot. I honestly was very excited to get home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, when I got home, I came online for a while, got bored and went for a nap. I was so exhausted because I did not get proper sleep the night before as I was excited for the practical yesterday. I napped all the way till Fuzz came by for tuition. Tuitioned for another two hours I was done with my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am supposed to accompany Fahmi today to make his Identification Card but I couldn't for a few reasons. Firstly, I wasn't feeling well. Secondly, dad's not feeling well. Thirdly, grandpanrets had gone melawat. Thirdly, I need to sort of 'jaga' the house and little cousin who has to do her online work. Oh my god, imagine, online work at Primary Two. The system is getting disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I hope for a better day tomorrow. &amp;amp;better health too!&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon, &lt;strong&gt;FASHA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3181093528601373737-5932814647463828170?l=egocentri-city.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/feeds/5932814647463828170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/10/everybody-is-sick-and-i-am-falling-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/5932814647463828170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3181093528601373737/posts/default/5932814647463828170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egocentri-city.blogspot.com/2008/10/everybody-is-sick-and-i-am-falling-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>` eh-fasha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12093877600947428593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qAhdil_nzCY/SBcJqAzG2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WhPU9_98IuU/S220/random+oei.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
