<?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-7610008806442045858</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:02:59.064+08:00</updated><category term='random baby.'/><title type='text'>Love is a Brat</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>815</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-4087460769231429467</id><published>2010-01-22T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:18:56.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;My itchy backside has decided to move to;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;HTTP://ATTICAKARIM.WORDPRESS.COM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;2010 needs new changes you know. ;)&lt;/span&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/7610008806442045858-4087460769231429467?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4087460769231429467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4087460769231429467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-itchy-backside-has-decided-to-move.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-4930748171534915496</id><published>2010-01-21T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:01:11.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;THAT'S IT! I'M MOVING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7610008806442045858-4930748171534915496?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4930748171534915496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4930748171534915496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2010/01/thats-it-im-moving.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-7273504108349200850</id><published>2010-01-15T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T04:25:17.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If you were to ask me what more I want in life, I would say that I would need a little more motivation to study. I am contented with what I have. It's not perfect but yet the imperfections is what that keeps me going.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I have a great job. I am enjoying every single bit of it although it drains the shit out of me. I don't know how long I'll stay but as far as I'm concerned, I hope to stay long enough. I'm in a dilemma about school. All I hope for is motivation constantly. I need to study. I need to achieve my dreams.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Dinner with my SB partners actually made me realise that achievements in life are not as important as making an impact and happiness. So what if you're as smart as Einstein? I realised that all the people in my life exist for a reason. We cross paths for a reason. We coexist for a reason. For every reason there is, it is to make us realise that we do not just exist for ourselves, we have a mission, whether we realise it or not. Even if you're an orphan, somewhere, somewhat, somebody depends on your existence. Everyone is important. Treasure yourself and the ones around you. You won't know when they're going away, forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I've come to part in life where I know what I'm doing, what I want and that money ain't an issue. So what if you're wearing a high end labeled dress? People don't measure you by your materials. It's the things that you do that makes an impact. I am appreciative that I have family members who are always there for me. My mother especially.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In this route that I am taking, whether I will be disappointing some or not, I am very sure that somehow, I will be contented with it cause I've given it my all. It's about enjoying every bit of it and bot regretting a single bit. I'm not going to stop living. No matter how tough &amp;nbsp;the journey gets, I'm going to keep going. Are you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And to YOU;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For all that you've done, for the bad and the good, I am appreciative of your existence. This may be temporary or this may be permanent. I love you, for who you are and who you've made me become. Thank you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610008806442045858-7273504108349200850?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/7273504108349200850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/7273504108349200850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-you-were-to-ask-me-what-more-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-2196118739296539247</id><published>2010-01-12T03:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T03:33:03.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;Dilemma.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;Hiatus or private?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;Tell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7610008806442045858-2196118739296539247?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/2196118739296539247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/2196118739296539247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2010/01/dilemma.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-5165931219989135428</id><published>2010-01-06T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T04:08:18.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Me is tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Just finished cleaning up the house. So the penat like that you know. So let's update. I had work on Saturday. It was nice. SB VC is sooo fun. It's always so busy and there's always a lot of things to do and being the CB partner always is very challenging. I can now handle Frap. Like 7 drinks whatever, bring it on! Woooh, I am loving it, seriously. But unfortunately, I will be transferred to SB BP this weekend. ): So sad you know. I don't know how the partners over there are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;At least in VC, there are people like my sister, Sha, Hafiz, Rina and Ying Jia. They're so nice. I'm crossing my fingers, hoping that BP wouldn't be as mundane as my sister described.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So anyways, on Saturday, work was extended by two hours. Instead of clocking out at 7, I clocked out at 9. Woah and since I didn't have any sleep the day before (like what's new), I was extra cranky. Which explains the fight I had with my boyfriend. -_-" We were so anal to each other. After work, I spent time alone outside Vivo just to calm my nerves down. I slept in the bus as soon as I sat down and I continued my sleep when I reached home. Work always drains me out. Only woke up late afternoon on Sunday. Went to Lot 1 with little sister. She bought me cotton on tops and even treat me for dinner. So kind. Haha. Thanks sissy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Monday was my first day of school and so was boyfriend's. Wah lao, he is one whiny bitch. He kept telling me that he doesn't know what to do and where to go and especially the part where he's hungry. -_-" School was fine for me. BUT, the part where exams and projects are concerned, I got totally restless. But nevertheless, I did manage to revise on my BZE since it's one of the papers I'll have to retake this March. So anyways, after school, I headed home for a change of clothes and boyfriend fetched me for gallivanting session. We had dinner at MCD White Sands and after that, I trimmed his brows (macam pompan) and begged him to send me home. Hahaha. He was so nice! He sent me home and headed for work after that. Love Monday lah! :D&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And Tuesday, you don't ask me lah. I overshot. -_-" What's new!! But well, I did something productive at home. I did my chores. At least the house is cleaner. And my baby made new friends in school. It freaks me out to know that he'll be transferring to ITE CCK. -__-" So near to my house lah can! I don't wanna see your face everyday lah Alif. Heh. Oh yes! I'm not working tomorrow since I've been having backaches. I can't work like that you know. I'll always have to carry heavy stuffs at work. I'd rather sacrifice my money than my health. Hmmm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Alrightey, gotta rest a little bit and head for sleep. School later at 8.30. Have a great Wednesday, kids! :D&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&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/7610008806442045858-5165931219989135428?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/5165931219989135428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/5165931219989135428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-is-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-5870821737464454753</id><published>2010-01-02T05:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T05:09:58.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's new year! Gosh. 2010. No resolutions, please. I'm just hoping for good changes and good karma to happen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Let's recap though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Don't really remember what I did fully but well, let's review. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sunday, 20th December;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Spent with boyfriend. Went goofing around. Didn't really remember what we did lah. But there were pictures!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqNlVdPnxI/AAAAAAAABzo/wMnykqLTuuA/s1600-h/13732_1219823249130_1035375845_30554081_5917058_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqNlVdPnxI/AAAAAAAABzo/wMnykqLTuuA/s640/13732_1219823249130_1035375845_30554081_5917058_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqNvaQeWjI/AAAAAAAABzw/ztSSAUAMPxY/s1600-h/13732_1219823289131_1035375845_30554082_7117624_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqNvaQeWjI/AAAAAAAABzw/ztSSAUAMPxY/s640/13732_1219823289131_1035375845_30554082_7117624_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Perangai stupid right? I know. Heheh. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqN5zbrPsI/AAAAAAAABz4/HlvliYsT-rU/s1600-h/13732_1219823329132_1035375845_30554083_2684003_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqN5zbrPsI/AAAAAAAABz4/HlvliYsT-rU/s640/13732_1219823329132_1035375845_30554083_2684003_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqN9Jo_uMI/AAAAAAAAB0A/MVyMlGF3lkg/s1600-h/13732_1219829449285_1035375845_30554090_2066803_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqN9Jo_uMI/AAAAAAAAB0A/MVyMlGF3lkg/s640/13732_1219829449285_1035375845_30554090_2066803_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqOCVCNzrI/AAAAAAAAB0I/YW-5pdEzY5I/s1600-h/13732_1219829529287_1035375845_30554092_1142746_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqOCVCNzrI/AAAAAAAAB0I/YW-5pdEzY5I/s640/13732_1219829529287_1035375845_30554092_1142746_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Monday, 21st December;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Everything was so impromptu! But well, it was a very very fun day. It was a reunion for 3E2 batch 06', my retain class. Heheh. Everyone looked so different! WE BITCHED A LOT! But hell, it was fun. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqPT1d9aUI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/jYMnGXKrixg/s1600-h/17351_218523608570_716463570_3064937_2899061_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqPT1d9aUI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/jYMnGXKrixg/s640/17351_218523608570_716463570_3064937_2899061_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqPXm7HSxI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/CqNnt92bPBA/s1600-h/17351_218524448570_716463570_3064945_7437964_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqPXm7HSxI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/CqNnt92bPBA/s640/17351_218524448570_716463570_3064945_7437964_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;My crazy bitches back then! Too bad Syafiqah wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqPlSwmKnI/AAAAAAAAB0g/SCvpepex0Wg/s1600-h/17351_218524453570_716463570_3064946_1990528_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqPlSwmKnI/AAAAAAAAB0g/SCvpepex0Wg/s640/17351_218524453570_716463570_3064946_1990528_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqPqtirBBI/AAAAAAAAB0o/_ShKtKarNI8/s1600-h/17351_218527263570_716463570_3064990_6951820_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqPqtirBBI/AAAAAAAAB0o/_ShKtKarNI8/s640/17351_218527263570_716463570_3064990_6951820_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Ignore my face eh please. Oh yes, Jon was beaming so widely because apparently, he got to take photos with a Singapore player. Haha. He was so proud! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqP6XDNMHI/AAAAAAAAB0w/fNQ0Iy2Cxa4/s1600-h/17351_218527268570_716463570_3064991_8230838_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqP6XDNMHI/AAAAAAAAB0w/fNQ0Iy2Cxa4/s640/17351_218527268570_716463570_3064991_8230838_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Been a long time since I've seen her. But well, you certainly got much more quieter babe! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqQEJMwghI/AAAAAAAAB04/BRynUccSMo8/s1600-h/17351_218527293570_716463570_3064994_4120739_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqQEJMwghI/AAAAAAAAB04/BRynUccSMo8/s640/17351_218527293570_716463570_3064994_4120739_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;No, that's not strands of white hair. It's flour. We threw them at Hafiz and Chelsea since their birthdays were the day after and the day after next respectively.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqQX6EGgRI/AAAAAAAAB1A/WqAPmnWX37k/s1600-h/17351_218527303570_716463570_3064995_1877567_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqQX6EGgRI/AAAAAAAAB1A/WqAPmnWX37k/s640/17351_218527303570_716463570_3064995_1877567_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Wid's face is completely redundant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqQstWvJxI/AAAAAAAAB1I/XFQYBoBp_KI/s1600-h/17351_218527788570_716463570_3064999_276985_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqQstWvJxI/AAAAAAAAB1I/XFQYBoBp_KI/s640/17351_218527788570_716463570_3064999_276985_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqQxfAZ7aI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/y-wN7EEna1A/s1600-h/17351_218527803570_716463570_3065001_2938198_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqQxfAZ7aI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/y-wN7EEna1A/s640/17351_218527803570_716463570_3065001_2938198_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Chang You gemok! Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqQ5FNRd1I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/pK_vTp64kNg/s1600-h/17351_218527828570_716463570_3065003_3282686_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqQ5FNRd1I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/pK_vTp64kNg/s640/17351_218527828570_716463570_3065003_3282686_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sotong! Aww, we had so many memories together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqROBVr8WI/AAAAAAAAB1g/w9FFsoUrOdw/s1600-h/17351_218527833570_716463570_3065004_2422629_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqROBVr8WI/AAAAAAAAB1g/w9FFsoUrOdw/s640/17351_218527833570_716463570_3065004_2422629_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My all time bitch boy. The one whose been in the same class as me for 5 freakin' years. Retained together, dropped to NA together. Haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqRfYG0uEI/AAAAAAAAB1o/dv3BMJo8yMM/s1600-h/17351_218528303570_716463570_3065009_4769232_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqRfYG0uEI/AAAAAAAAB1o/dv3BMJo8yMM/s640/17351_218528303570_716463570_3065009_4769232_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqRjSJBrWI/AAAAAAAAB1w/uWaLjziry78/s1600-h/17351_218528908570_716463570_3065019_5817687_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqRjSJBrWI/AAAAAAAAB1w/uWaLjziry78/s640/17351_218528908570_716463570_3065019_5817687_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqRoLoZTDI/AAAAAAAAB14/vKfX0gRQ94E/s1600-h/17351_218528918570_716463570_3065021_640478_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqRoLoZTDI/AAAAAAAAB14/vKfX0gRQ94E/s640/17351_218528918570_716463570_3065021_640478_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Far end; Hidhir. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqRwqI1TtI/AAAAAAAAB2A/BmalDx0y53s/s1600-h/17351_218529348570_716463570_3065023_603121_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqRwqI1TtI/AAAAAAAAB2A/BmalDx0y53s/s640/17351_218529348570_716463570_3065023_603121_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Don't know what the hell we were thinking lor!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqR6fGC_VI/AAAAAAAAB2I/T79x3SsOWHU/s1600-h/17351_218529358570_716463570_3065024_1213928_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqR6fGC_VI/AAAAAAAAB2I/T79x3SsOWHU/s640/17351_218529358570_716463570_3065024_1213928_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqR_R4mrbI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/-xcLqr-HCzE/s1600-h/17351_218529388570_716463570_3065029_2909230_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqR_R4mrbI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/-xcLqr-HCzE/s640/17351_218529388570_716463570_3065029_2909230_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqSEFXe2DI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/CSlPCfyHsng/s1600-h/17351_218529918570_716463570_3065030_859183_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqSEFXe2DI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/CSlPCfyHsng/s640/17351_218529918570_716463570_3065030_859183_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Typical Greenridgeans pose. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqSNrRkibI/AAAAAAAAB2g/s6MgMwk-afM/s1600-h/17351_218530463570_716463570_3065038_3799706_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqSNrRkibI/AAAAAAAAB2g/s6MgMwk-afM/s640/17351_218530463570_716463570_3065038_3799706_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Hafiz! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqSVPL1_OI/AAAAAAAAB2o/PD6S8MSC5z0/s1600-h/17351_218530468570_716463570_3065039_6539735_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqSVPL1_OI/AAAAAAAAB2o/PD6S8MSC5z0/s640/17351_218530468570_716463570_3065039_6539735_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Pardon my hair and face. -_-" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqSclNGGiI/AAAAAAAAB2w/ZAZdayTiyPY/s1600-h/17351_218530508570_716463570_3065042_6383899_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqSclNGGiI/AAAAAAAAB2w/ZAZdayTiyPY/s640/17351_218530508570_716463570_3065042_6383899_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Louis Han. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So overall, we had quite a blast until the rain started to pour. -_-" That was when most of us made a move. And oh, the barbeque was held at West Coast Park. And yeah, food was great but utensils were missing. -_-&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; Went home with Nasira and yeah, that's pretty much about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Tuesday and Wednesday;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; 22nd &amp;amp; 23rd December;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Had SB classes at HQ. Got to know quite a number of people. ;) Classes were a little dry but well, it was kinda fun though much theory.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Thursday; 24th December;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Eve of Christmas. Went out with elder sister, without Erwin. Was late. Don't know why I suggested going to Town anyway. Ate at Es Teller and roamed around town. Went to 313@Somerset, hoping that there were some nice pieces that would lure/attract sister but to no avail. Saw Annie. And we then headed for Orchard Central for some caffeine at Coffee Bean.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Szu2kF3Z-SI/AAAAAAAAB24/oA6nkhXbicg/s1600-h/20473_1267150671741_1019035242_801898_5665367_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Szu2kF3Z-SI/AAAAAAAAB24/oA6nkhXbicg/s640/20473_1267150671741_1019035242_801898_5665367_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;After that, headed outside to camwhore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Szu2sjjO0nI/AAAAAAAAB3A/QO0tjtvpGVM/s1600-h/20473_1267150791744_1019035242_801901_1523773_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Szu2sjjO0nI/AAAAAAAAB3A/QO0tjtvpGVM/s640/20473_1267150791744_1019035242_801901_1523773_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Szu2vnsnmaI/AAAAAAAAB3I/eN_Vd0cylv4/s1600-h/20473_1267150871746_1019035242_801903_5335095_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Szu2vnsnmaI/AAAAAAAAB3I/eN_Vd0cylv4/s640/20473_1267150871746_1019035242_801903_5335095_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Szu2yjsZIII/AAAAAAAAB3Q/jYzw5iMzv2o/s1600-h/20473_1267151111752_1019035242_801909_152632_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Szu2yjsZIII/AAAAAAAAB3Q/jYzw5iMzv2o/s640/20473_1267151111752_1019035242_801909_152632_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Stupid ugly face, I know.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sister went home afterwards since she had to work morning shift the next day and I headed for Mommy's workplace while waiting for Daddy to pick us up. Went home for a while to get changed and went back out for supper at Woodlands and shopping at Mustafa Centre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Friday; 25 December;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Christmas! Did a cupcake order for Nasira. Glad it turned out well. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Szu4U_pd9KI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/cYrFFce_9po/s1600-h/P1080125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Szu4U_pd9KI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/cYrFFce_9po/s640/P1080125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Szu4gafaYpI/AAAAAAAAB3g/nfHB32GW54o/s1600-h/P1080117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Szu4gafaYpI/AAAAAAAAB3g/nfHB32GW54o/s640/P1080117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Szu4o-40HeI/AAAAAAAAB3o/8iSO1koYMNE/s1600-h/P1080118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Szu4o-40HeI/AAAAAAAAB3o/8iSO1koYMNE/s640/P1080118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Szu5UER0-rI/AAAAAAAAB34/gh1vNWR5at0/s1600-h/P1080120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Szu5UER0-rI/AAAAAAAAB34/gh1vNWR5at0/s640/P1080120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Szu5cM7DaKI/AAAAAAAAB4A/TnYxVOQhtAE/s1600-h/P1080130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Szu5cM7DaKI/AAAAAAAAB4A/TnYxVOQhtAE/s640/P1080130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Went roaming around town with Mommy, in hope to find useful stuffs but ended up in Muji and bought some pens and a plastic drawer. Bought my new open toe wedges too! ;) Me likes!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Saturday; 26 December;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Spent with Mohamed Alif, my beloved. Went over to Pasir Ris and went to Ehub in hope of catching a movie but the time slots suck and so, we gave up. -_-" Roamed around, ate OCK chicken wings and drank bubble tea. After a while, we ended up sitting at BK White Sands. Just wasted a lot of time lor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Szu_iyPfRjI/AAAAAAAAB4I/GV2m9c483XU/s1600-h/18776_1225065780190_1035375845_30564136_2390935_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Szu_iyPfRjI/AAAAAAAAB4I/GV2m9c483XU/s640/18776_1225065780190_1035375845_30564136_2390935_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Szu_lht3dKI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/89oh_C2-muk/s1600-h/18776_1225065820191_1035375845_30564137_4769825_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzvAj2kHb7I/AAAAAAAAB5A/_YPHwzvejdU/s640/18776_1225068540259_1035375845_30564148_4531621_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzvAmhIKv7I/AAAAAAAAB5I/wkpN6OSklSA/s1600-h/18776_1225068580260_1035375845_30564149_4490540_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzvAmhIKv7I/AAAAAAAAB5I/wkpN6OSklSA/s640/18776_1225068580260_1035375845_30564149_4490540_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzvAp4aGxQI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/dxHlJhNjH6o/s1600-h/18776_1225068620261_1035375845_30564150_7181273_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzvAp4aGxQI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/dxHlJhNjH6o/s640/18776_1225068620261_1035375845_30564150_7181273_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzvAslUV1dI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/pMtBclf2g0A/s1600-h/18776_1225070100298_1035375845_30564151_6965323_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzvAslUV1dI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/pMtBclf2g0A/s640/18776_1225070100298_1035375845_30564151_6965323_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday, 27 December;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;A cousin of mine got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sz4_KScgKfI/AAAAAAAAB5g/wmqDCNIzO9Q/s1600-h/18776_1225073180375_1035375845_30564154_7224710_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sz4_KScgKfI/AAAAAAAAB5g/wmqDCNIzO9Q/s640/18776_1225073180375_1035375845_30564154_7224710_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sz4_ODNZjBI/AAAAAAAAB5o/Dpq9CnIhhdM/s1600-h/18776_1225073220376_1035375845_30564155_2610582_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sz4_ODNZjBI/AAAAAAAAB5o/Dpq9CnIhhdM/s640/18776_1225073220376_1035375845_30564155_2610582_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sz4_QvZ9SRI/AAAAAAAAB5w/Qaxm3gF9OkM/s1600-h/18776_1225073260377_1035375845_30564156_7860298_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sz4_QvZ9SRI/AAAAAAAAB5w/Qaxm3gF9OkM/s640/18776_1225073260377_1035375845_30564156_7860298_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Went to her house for the engagement. Ate quite a lot. Caught up with aunties and cousins.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;After which, headed to Bukit Timah, The Raintree for Kak Sheila's birthday party. The food was great and so was the ambience. The eclair especially. Oh, a lot of times, I refrained myself from jumping into the pool. Too nice. Haiyah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Monday; 27 December;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It was training at HQ for me. Mundane, mundane, mundane.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Tuesday; 28 December;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In store training from 8:30 to 4. I did Frappe! Woooohoooo! It was so fun. I'm glad I joined SB. I did quite a number of things. And I even did Frap Mix on the first day. Me likes okay. Learnt so many things! :D And after that, headed to HQ at 5 for bar training. The day ended at 10 and I slept throughout after that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Wednesday; 29 December;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Went to meet boyfriend over at Pasir Ris real late. Reached around 8/9. Walked around, talked about school since it's reopening next week and also, since it's gonna be his first day. Chilled and went home. Slept for 2 hours.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Thursday; 30 December;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;WORKED! Real hard. There was a never ending slam towards the end. Spent my new year in the toilet. -_-"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I don't think I need to update for Friday lah. Aiyah. So boring. I slept the whole day since I was sooooooo goddamned tired from the day before. Oh well, gotta sleep. I have work later at 11. Finally, an entry! Alright, have a great Saturday, people. Better party hard before school starts! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&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/7610008806442045858-5870821737464454753?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/5870821737464454753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/5870821737464454753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SzqNlVdPnxI/AAAAAAAABzo/wMnykqLTuuA/s72-c/13732_1219823249130_1035375845_30554081_5917058_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-7429894731518442105</id><published>2009-12-29T02:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:56:25.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;PARDON ME FOR THE LACK OF UPDATES. WILL RETURN ON WEDNESDAY NIGHT WITH UPDATES.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HOPEFULLY! HEHE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;XOXO,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ATTICA. &lt;/span&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/7610008806442045858-7429894731518442105?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/7429894731518442105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/7429894731518442105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/12/pardon-me-for-lack-of-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-672172933080469610</id><published>2009-12-20T04:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T04:50:31.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You may officially call me the compulsive cleaner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Eh no, the FORCED compulsive cleaner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Tsk. I am a maid okay. A maid for goodness sake. I clean the house everyday but albeit it all, it gets messy within a day. It used to be humans, contributing to the mess but now, it's my 3 little kittens. -_-" My parents are considering throwing/giving away Fluffy and Noir. I love them to bits but we got no choice. But on the other hand, we are thinking of sterilizing the two. Hmmm, I don't know. And after this, I'm cleaning the kitchen. My room's pretty clean already. I need to jump on to the next. I'm just hoping that after I return home at night later (since I'm planning to meet the boyfriend) the house would be at current state, clean.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So what have been doing? Nothing. Literally nothing. I've been very lazy for the past few days. Been sleeping, chilling out and returning home at a decent hour and I'll only head to sleep when the sun comes up. Baaah, no life, no life. I am anticipating (or not) for the training classes at Starbucks HQ. Anticipating because I am bored and I just have nothing to do. And not because I dread being the newcomer. I wish I have everything at my fingertips. And did I mention that boyfriend is working now? His job scope is crazy and so are the working days and hours. I am only entitled to meet him on Sunday. Annoying much?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I spent my 1 year 7 months with both the people I love. Had the best of both world it seems. Lol. Went to see boyfriend and accompanied him to collect his PINK IC. Someone's done with NS. Alhamdulillah. Oh and he just applied for school at ITE for the January Intake. I am just hoping that he gets the course that he wants though. Hmm. So, after collecting the IC, we headed to Tampines Mall cause sister was there. She wanted to hang out. And no, Erwin wasn't there. It was just a 'sibling's day'. We walked around for a while, got brother in law a Braun Buffel wallet and a pair of boxers and shirt in a giftset. Boyfriend made a move after a while and sister and I had dinner at Pizza Hut.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I feel that Pizza Hut's soup is sooo annoying. -_-" The creamy chicken was like some clear soup. Unappetizing. We had Ocean Catch thin crust pizza for the main course. That too, we left a slice unattended. After the meal, we walked around and sister pampered herself with a bottle of perfume; Curious by Britney Spears. Love its' scent. But I prefer Nina Ricci's and Burberry's Weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We chilled at some block and talked about everything. Hope that sister gets that job though. ;) Made a move at around 10 and reached home around 11.30. At 1, some idiot by the name of Dino Herman called me up. Hmmm. He was plain annoying. Claims that he's a Roman Catholic, his father's a Bosnian or something and his mom is Indonesian Chinese. His english? Atrocious. He speaks Malay most of the time and wants to get to know me. He also claims that he's been admiring me for 4 years now and has been watching me. He wanted to meet my family and wants me to put my boyfriend aside cause we're not officially legal together or so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My reaction? I was pissed. I nearly got into hysteria but he hung up at the end for no apparent reason. And yes, I did tell him that I have a boyfriend and that I love him so much. Hmm. And cause I'm true to him, I called him up and told him what happened. He was surprisingly so calm and he asked me why did I have to talk to the bugger for so long. It was puzzling and then, boyfriend said that he was actually just right beside the bugger. Thanks for the prank, I loved it, NOT!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Don't know what the hell was he thinking but well, I certainly didn't enjoy it. I already suspected it for so long but the claimed to be Dino Herman denied. How can I not when he says that JunYuan Secondary is at Jurong East? I'm not that stupid, dude. Heh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Yesterday was a lazy day. Only went out around 8 to head to Lot 1 with Mummy. Ate Cheezy French Toast at Ya Kun's and god, it made my spinning head better. We went home after the drink.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;See? Boring post. But oh well, I'd better resume cleaning. I don't know when's my stupid boyfriend gonna be home. If it goes on this way for days, I'm gonna go bonkers, I swear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Have a great Sunday, all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7610008806442045858-672172933080469610?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/672172933080469610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/672172933080469610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-may-officially-call-me-compulsive.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-6691546799025659185</id><published>2009-12-17T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:30:44.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had training just now! Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that bad lah. Very brief. My classes starts like next week. I have a lot going on it seems for next week. Aiyoh. Stressing you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to babysit the little brat tomorrow. Hohoho. Nevermind, anything for the brat! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND DEAREST MOHAMED ALIF,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that I've met you. Fallen in and out of love with you. But no one does loving like you do. I love being with you. I love every single thing that you do just to make me smile. You're the best baby. We turn yet another month. Nothing special, just a day to remember.&lt;br /&gt;1 year and 7 months ago, we were nothing. Look at where we are today. I love you, you know I always do.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU BETTER MAKE YOUR IMS DISAPPEAR. I AM PISSED ALREADY. HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S; I still love you. But a little less. It will only gain back when you call me and tell me that you love me. &amp;amp; Do it nicely. BLUEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thursday, people!&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/7610008806442045858-6691546799025659185?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/6691546799025659185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/6691546799025659185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-had-training-just-now-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-5196693051640155407</id><published>2009-12-16T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T08:43:02.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good morning!&lt;br /&gt;Woah, it's a Wednesday already huh. I'm supposed to be snoring out right now but no, I am like in front of the computer, eyes almost wiped out but still, I refuse to sleep. Hoho. All thanks to Daddy who woke me up when I've just slept for 2 hours just to tell me that he's bought me prata. -_-" Thanks ah. Now I cannot/my eyes wouldn't shut back to sleep. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Starbucks finally called. I mean, the store manager called. I'm supposed to attend the first impression thing today at 3. But he said it's gonna be from 3-10. Wah lao, you sure or not? My sister said that it's only gonna be like 2 hours or so. Hmmm. =/ I've yet to photocopy my IC, bank book and typhoid certificate. Oh, I've to get my photos taken as well. Hmm. Malas skali! But what to do, I wanna work what. So no choice. Haiyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yes, I just received pictures from sister for last Sunday's outing. Was a random outing lah. Sister just wanted to spend time with the little brat, Erwin. He's very cheeky as usual. Oh and since sister was craving for Salmon Sashimi, we headed for Shin Tokyo/Ramen Ten at Century Square. So anyways, we, as in our family, are food lovers. We looooove food. We love exploring the different kinds of food. And somehow, we especially have the love for Japanese food. So when we dined at Shin Tokyo/Ramen Ten, we found that the food and service was really lacking. Sakae Sushi was better in a lot of ways. Sakae Sushi is way cheaper too. I don't think we'd ever visit Ramen Ten again. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/51_2009/f763b95bc25f03d3_11545_1259812848300_1019035242_781963_1448218_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/51_2009/30f4c2d70081dded_11545_1259812928302_1019035242_781965_4534695_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can you believe it? The Chawanmushi at Ramen Ten is $4.00 whereas the one at Sakae Sushi is only $1.90! The portion is much generous too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/51_2009/fe96947f8006780e_11545_1259812968303_1019035242_781966_6548638_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the paper pot Salmon in Tom Yum. Looks and taste more like laksa. -_-" The prawn mayo was alright though. And the octopus was a tad too cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/51_2009/c37b534ef14c612c_11545_1259813008304_1019035242_781967_5150452_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/51_2009/50d85119fa3d2935_11545_1259813048305_1019035242_781968_4841019_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/51_2009/c5839cbbd88d153d_11545_1259813088306_1019035242_781969_3810231_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the cheeky boy. I forced him to take a picture with me using my shades and gosh, he didn't wanna take them off. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we roamed around Tampines One. Sister browsed through Promod. I think that Promod's accessories are like too pricey. Their clothes too! There was one earring that was very similar to my mine. Bought mine at SIX, by the way and it was only 3 bucks. Okay, that was because it was on sale. But I think the original price was like only 10 over bucks. Promod's retailing theirs at 20 bucks? Haiyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we headed for White Sands. Boyfriend said that he wanted to come over but well, he was too busy pigging out. We ended up just browsing through at Tom and Stephanie. Oh, Erwin's starting school next year, on 4th Jan. How fast yeah. He's turning 4 next year. Hmmm. And he learns fast so I think he'll have no problem adapting. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After White Sands, we walked to Ehub. I was panting. Shows how fat I am lah. Been so long since I exercised. Bloody pig. Hmm. So there was nothing much at Ehub and we headed for Downtown. Sister bought tickets for the train ride since it was only 3 bucks. Initially, we planned to drag him to Explorer Kids but well, Erwin is scared. -_-" Even when sister dragged him for the train ride, he cried. Proof? Picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/51_2009/5323d7aec54d956f_11545_1259813208309_1019035242_781972_3141315_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's still sulking here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/51_2009/4f16ee3ebb24f60a_11545_1259813248310_1019035242_781973_2989927_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? He cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/51_2009/3c5f1adae63ce296_11545_1259813408314_1019035242_781977_4427529_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only smiled after like a round or two like that. -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, I asked him whether he wanted to take the same ride again and he said yes. -_-" But they didn't. We went to BK to have fries and sundae pies. That's what we always do when we meet. Always eating. Hoho. Pig pig. We don't care either. We are just enjoying life you see. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there was this show over at Downtown. Alah, some disney characters, just dancing around with music. Sister slipped her tongue and asked me, "Eh niari ade Kidney show eh!?" HAHAHAH. I couldn't help but laugh. Kidney show? I started imagining all the dialysis stuffs around. Lol lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/51_2009/3335daa61760d5f2_11545_1259813568318_1019035242_781980_5830084_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/51_2009/e0d2c7bcef03ac82_11545_1259813648320_1019035242_781982_524195_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, little brat was scared. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went back to Ehub to walk around. Little brat just loves to take the escalator. Cheap thrills ah kira. He calls it "lip".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/51_2009/0a7c1a846208c48f_11545_1259813728322_1019035242_781984_3700469_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/51_2009/b1f7d03244c6e6ed_11545_1259813768323_1019035242_781985_5571077_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/51_2009/569c24f51a30bf43_11545_1259813848325_1019035242_781987_7425193_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Ehub practically has nothing we headed for block 400+ to let Erwin play at the playground. Made a move when brother in law came to fetch and they dropped me off at boyfriend's place. Met the big brat for a while and I made a move home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was how my Sunday was like when people were busy sleeping due to the fact that they were so tired from partying the night before. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I went to my aunt's house yesterday to pass her my tiers. She wanted to borrow them for a while. And Ulfah was there. She's so cheeky! Geram sekali! And Qayyum's got a new brother; Qairulnizam. He's not there though. My cousin sister needs some peaceful rest after the labour so that was why Qayyum was at his granny's house. Hmmm. And Kak Long and Abang Zul sent me home. They're expecting a baby too! Woah, everybody's pregnant and giving birth already. Aiyoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells, I'd better rest for a while. I need the energy. And boyfriend, you are mine today! Hohoho!&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/7610008806442045858-5196693051640155407?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/5196693051640155407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/5196693051640155407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-morning-woah-its-wednesday-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-8072171052838675817</id><published>2009-12-15T10:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T10:37:11.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/51_2009/f120262aafde87a2_Photo0639.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/51_2009/44e57c484ab2ca5f_Photo0640.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/51_2009/20307857208c94c0_Photo0642.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/51_2009/97615379ca16afe8_Photo0644.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see boy gemok today. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, pictures were taken on Saturday. Just chilled around Choa Chu Kang while all the people were busy partying at ZoukOut. Hoho. No lifers, whatever. I don't care what you call me anyway. Heheh. And so, boyfriend claimed that he did not go. Yes, no? I don't know lor cause he did went out at night. He claims that he went out with the Civic boys but I don't know. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, Baby's done with NS! Wooooh! Finally. He's a free man. No more worries about going out in the day. Haha. But well, unfortunately, no more free MCs. Heheh. Dah tua already okay. Go find a job or at least go continue studying. :D Alif, Attica loves you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am becoming lazier by the day okay. I've been lazing around, thinking of things to do. Most of the time, I end up doing nothing because I'll be up at 5/6 in the evening. No lifer gila babi punye. Starbucks! Call me lah. Arrange my training already! I want to be a workaholic like before. ): I've got loads of stuffs on my mind that I wanna get my hands on. Oh, especially heels. MORE HEELS PLEASE. This time round, I think I wanna buy more wedges. Hmmm, those sexy wedges. Not the aunty aunty one lah. And killer heels! Gosh, too bad my feet can't stand them for long. I think my feet needs some training or therapy. Sucks you know. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH, 2010 is like DAYS AWAY. WAH LAO. I'LL BE TURNING 20. 20 is still young lah. But I just feel old, that's all. Tsk. My daddy will only turn 50 when I'm 22. And for my mommy, it'll be when I'm 26. Woah woah. My parents are reaching the mid age already ah hor hor! Heheh. Talk about age ah. I am stressed out. Really. Where will I be in 3 years time? Will I have enough for my shopping? Will I already have a car? Will I have a stable job by then? I'm always chasing after time. All thanks to being very very rebellious and malas in my early years. Most of my friends are graduating from college/poly. And here I am, almost in my year 2 of my ITE years. ITE LEH!! How to survive like that?! Hopefully I'll get into Poly though. Mommy has high hopes. No choice, got to slog. Tsk. But I never really regret taking the long way. Mommy says that the key to success is to be down to earth. At least, I learnt the hard way. At least I know that things don't come easy. Aiyah. I wish I didn't have to grow up. But wah lao, no use brooding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's sidetrack; Daddy, Kikyn and I was watching TV in the wee hours when I came up with something stupid; Why not we give the kitties malay kampong names. -_-" That was the silliest idea lor. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Noir; Zaiton (Jeton)&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy; Petom (Classic gila)&lt;br /&gt;Oreo; Sudin (Pasal muka dia sardine)&lt;br /&gt;They all laughed. Including me. (No life, laugh at my own joke) But really lor, try imagine if you were to name your pet like that. Worst still, if your parents gave you such names. Hehehehe. I am thankful that I am given the name Atikah. Evergreen okay! Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah lah, it's 10:30 already. Need to sleep. Have to head to Jurong later since Aunty wants to borrow my tier. And oh, 3E2 reunion on the 21st. Why of all days on a Monday ah? *scratch head* Okay bye, love you all!&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/7610008806442045858-8072171052838675817?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/8072171052838675817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/8072171052838675817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-to-see-boy-gemok-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-2160637771640668445</id><published>2009-12-15T04:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T04:59:00.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/attica" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/attica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610008806442045858-2160637771640668445?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/2160637771640668445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/2160637771640668445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/12/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-1352801400502881225</id><published>2009-12-12T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T02:07:08.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/50_2009/25c64466e42623b1_tumblr_kufmn7FMQn1qzcmcho1_500.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend wants me to make sandwiches and some food later so that we can hang out somewhere. And it's Zoukout later. I'm not going. Don't know if my boyfriend's going. If he's going then I don't know lor. Hmm. He's now cooking baked rice yang tak menjadi. -_-" He's been calling me and asking me to reconfirm how to do it but in the end, he has the wrong ingredients and yeah, he says that he's gonna eat it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I am listening to Moving Mountains by Usher. So meaningful you know. It also reminds me of 2008, the times where I was single for a while. The times where life was like a party to me. Hoho. Not that life isn't fun now. It's just that, I've run out of energy. No more bitching around, I have a boyfriend now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talk about 2008, 2009 is coming to an end. 2009 wasn't that eventful as 2008 though. The beginning was mundane cause I was jobless, I literally had nothing to do besides being with my boyfriend. And then I started school. And then it was my one year anniversary. And then I got a job. And then it was my 19th and Alif's 21st.  And then some psycho shit happened. And I quit my job. And I got a new job. And I'm a different person now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, simple right? Ohwells, I'm asking Daddy to buy me butter so that I can bake cookies for boyfriend tomorrow. Enough with cupcakes already. But I might be baking for some events towards the end of the month. Heh. Okay bye! I am going to cook up some nonsense now. :D&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/7610008806442045858-1352801400502881225?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1352801400502881225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1352801400502881225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/12/boyfriend-wants-me-to-make-sandwiches.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-7424702579067538031</id><published>2009-12-11T05:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T05:41:30.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/50_2009/a517096368790fcf_tumblr_ku8420CsVs1qzr04eo1_400.png" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates. Been pretty hooked to Tumblr. My sissy thinks that I'm annoying cause whenever she logs in, all she sees is my reblogs, no else's. Lol. Too bad you're only following a few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been pretty hooked to &lt;a href="http://savethekitties.net"&gt;Savethekitties.net&lt;/a&gt;. Go on, take a click. There's like loads of pretty, cute and hilarious pictures of cats. I'm a cat lover, you can't blame me. :D There were several cute videos as well. I'm so hooked like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and surprise surprise! Yours truly finally has a job. *beams* Yeap yeap. Will be joining Starbucks in a bit. I am waiting for the store manager's call for details on training. Like finally lor. I mean, I am so happy that I get a job. Thanks to my lil' sissy. I have bills to pay and truckload of things to get my hands on. Especially accessories from F21. They're so cheap like that. Me likes. And I think boyfriend will be getting a job soon too. So yeah. Good for him, good for me. We're independent already! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talk about boyfriend, I think I no longer want to tell him that I love him everyday. It makes me annoyed whenever he's not in the mood to entertain my crap. Like just now. Guess he's just too tired. But whatever you know. He's so unpredictable. He can be okay today and not okay tomorrow. Annoying, much? But nevertheless, I had a great time with him yesterday. We kinda bonded a little under some stupid void deck. Had a little chat about things and he has a surprise for me. I already know what it is. Just a little concerned and I just wanna know if it's true. So yes, counting down to the 26th it is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, school's out. Officially. I can finally wait for the call to come and work my ass off this month and the months to come. I am a workaholic like that. Oh, brother offered me his job while he's away for 3 weeks. Interesting offer but I have to work at Starbucks and school. So I have yet to decide. Hmmm. It's in January so no worries, I've got plenty of time to think I guess. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells, I think I'm gonna do something else. Happy Friday people! (TGIF!)&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&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/7610008806442045858-7424702579067538031?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/7424702579067538031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/7424702579067538031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/12/hi-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-480771194456673605</id><published>2009-12-07T03:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T05:50:02.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I've blogged. Forgive me dear readers. Been pretty sick and busy. Just got discharged on Saturday afternoon. I had some pretty bad tummy ache. It was really unbearable okay. It went on for a few days and it went to the extent till I cried at night and I really couldn't sleep. Went to the polyclinic back and forth and after that, headed for the hospital. Was at NUH by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor did urine, blood tests and x ray. Despite the tests, they still couldn't identify the cause. -_-" Pretty annoying. And Alhamdulillah, I am not one who has low blood count / any other complications. Oh yes, they didn't let me eat/drink for 13 hours. 13 hours is no big deal if you've had meals for the day. I didn't have any meals before that. Only had 2 pieces of chicken mc nugget and ice lemon tea. ): But anyways, they gave me some stupid medicine for consumption. It was cloudy and it tastes awful and even after a few hours, it had no effect on me. They said that well, I am suspected of having apendicitis. -_-" So before warding me, they gave me this painkiller through my drip. It was ugh, so awful lor! My hand felt damn 'lenguh' for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole night, I couldn't really sleep. I was hungry and mostly thirsty. Kept crying cause I missed everyone. And besides, that blue plug on my hand was too tight, it was hurting me. So I waited till morning for the doctor to see me. They said that it was probably muscle pains. -_-" Seriously, I know. If it was muscle pains, it could be felt from the outside, not the inside, which I did. Ugh. Was so dreadful. Was so anxious for noon to come cause boyfriend wanted to visit me. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, when I told him that I was at the hospital, he didn't believe me. He thought that it was just one of my petty moodswings. Annoying, much? He only believed that I was admitted when my sister called him just to ask if he knew. &amp;amp; Yeah lor, when he reached, he was like, "Kesian matair I." Hmmm. Yelah. He asked me how I was feeling and stuffs and the next thing I knew, he was lying right beside me. He can never see beds! He'll instantly fall asleep. I had to remind him that it's a hospital and I'm the sick one and that he has to give all the attention to me for once. &amp;amp; We laughed and laughed and for once, he could stand my smelly face. ^.^ &amp;amp; I was better again. A bit better lah, I guess. Still having the damn cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was discharged around 3. I think. Yes. And we headed out to eat. Not out, out. Out to Cafeteria I mean. I ate Chendol, despite the fact that I am still in the process of recovery. -_-" I have 4 days of MC, btw. It lasts till Tuesday. So I have to go back to school on Wednesday. So annoying. And I was given freakin Paracetamol ONLY for my dosages and I ended up not taking them AT ALL. Come on, I can get Paracetamols at the freakin local Polyclinic you know. Ugh. So oh well, Baby went home cause my parents were fetching me. I thought Mommy had to sign some papers. If not, I would've ask my dear boyfriend to send me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, Mommy, Daddy and Granny fetched me. I got home. Bathed, tried to kick my old bad habit but it stayed. So whatever. And I slept. All the way through. And please do not ask me to post pictures for now because I will post it in the next post alrighty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the princess needs some well deserved rest. (Because it seems that I haven't been resting at all.) So yes. Good morning and happy Monday. I have no school for I am under MC. ^.^ Loveyouall. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S; I love my boyfriend so freakin' much. I want a hug. A big fat hug, from him. ):&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/7610008806442045858-480771194456673605?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/480771194456673605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/480771194456673605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-its-been-while-since-ive-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-1352214158215558107</id><published>2009-11-30T06:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T06:39:45.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2nd post for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think that my posts lately have been pretty formal. I don't like formalities you know. It's kinda awkward and boring. Anyways, I have been feeling shitty. It's been happening to everyone it seems. Haha. But I don't know why it's been happening to me. I am happy with my Baby. Really. He's been very very sweet. On Aidiladha, he's been calling me off the hook. He calls me to ask what I'm doing, to tell me that he loves me and to ask if I'm cheating on him. Haha. Insecure much? But it's really sweet. Don't mind me, I'm loving the attention you know. And he even put our picture as his profile picture. He has deleted his Tagged like a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me? I've just deleted my Tagged account. Like a few hours ago. It's pointless, really. It's not really a social networking site you know. It's like a site for people to literally hook up. LOL. Trust me, you're just wasting your time there. Enough with the sickos, I'm off that site. Found a few friends (when I was so called single) and found a few pests. I have a boyfriend and I know he's not gonna be happy with me flirting. &amp;amp; No, I didn't delete it because I worry that my boyfriend's gonna be unhappy. He already was unhappy since day one. It's just that, well, it's over. All those flirting around time is over. I'd rather meet new people in real life basis rather than meeting people online. It's just absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, school's in a few hours time. I'm planning to go school without any sleep. After school's over, I'm gonna head home for a nap and head out to Tampines to see my Baby. I miss him. All thanks to him being so sweet, I'm missing him a lot more than I usually do. And usually, when I'm feeling shitty/cranky, meeting him just heals it all you know. &amp;amp; No, before you say that I'm smitten, I'm not. We just have this affection for each other. I'm just thankful that even after being together for quite sometime, we still have that affection. We still laugh over the littlest things, we still run for hugs and we can still gaze each other's eyes and feel the passion. It's still there. I am thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I think I'm need to go on my old diet. The whole 100 sit ups and jumping jacks a day, strictly plain water only and 3 spoonfuls of rice per meal. It has been very effective. Very very effective on me. I don't know about other people. But yeah, it works on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I haven't been talking about my kitties in a very long time! Heheh. They're all grown now. 3 months, going 4. Oreo's my favourite. The little rascal. He has this dog face. All thanks to his nose. Mummy just bought them new toys. They've been going crazy over the fake mouse. -_-" But very cute lah, I feel like smacking them! Heh. Just poured biscuits for them. They always seem hungry! No, they're forever hungry and thirsty! Sometimes, I pity Sophie. She's been giving in too much to all the kitties that's been going in and out of the house. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I think I wanna watch some clips and munch on breakfast. Maybe I'll have some tuna sandwich or scrambled eggs or whatever. I'll just munch on anything I can grab. Heh. Alrighty, have a great Monday people! No Monday blues okay! ;D&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/7610008806442045858-1352214158215558107?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1352214158215558107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1352214158215558107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/11/2nd-post-for-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-5896446799055856045</id><published>2009-11-30T02:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:45:15.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/120dcd37ce41cf0d_13732_1202710661326_1035375845_30519445_3036223_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alif's out with his friend right now. Apparently, they're playing firecrackers right now. -_-" I miss my boyfriend you know. Been on PMS mode these few nights and I just hate it. Been very groggy and I don't like it. I wanna feel happy. Not that I'm not. But yeah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Hari Raya Haji was a few days back. It was nice, having everyone around at the same time. It just wasn't nice having people talking without considering anyone's feelings. It's like, god, just keep your words to yourself. The more you do this, the more people are gonna hate you. Enough of you spreading rumours about everyone. You're just plain nasty. But well, let's just see how your daughter's gonna turn out. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only went to Maternal granny's house. There wasn't much time it seems. The food spread was great. There was satay, kacang pool, Mee Kuah, fried chicken wings and more. My appetite went literally crazy. Haha. I think I ate too much. And I even went to AMK Hub to get Snow Ice. That was in between. And when we left, I persuaded Mommy to head to AMK Hub again, cause I wanted to drink the Milk Tea Jelly O' at Toast Box. Did a quick catch up with elder brother. He went home while we shopped for groceries. Grabbed some junks as well as my Revlon foundation. Speaking of which, I think I'd need a new blusher as well as mascara. I don't think I wanna use Bodyshop anymore. Any recommendations on nice blushers girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the day after, which was Saturday, was spent with elder sister and Erwin. We headed for Vivo in the afternoon. Usually, we'd meet up in the evenings but well, since Kikyn was working, we thought of disturbing her but unfortunately, she finished by the time we reached. -_-" Headed for the kids play area after getting bored of the shops. Erwin was as usual, chirpy. He was so happy upon seeing the water. Sister immediately changed his shirt and took off his pants. Halfway through, sister bought him a new pair of trunks cause his diapers were falling off due to the fact that it was too heavy loaded with water. Everyone was laughing at him. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/2455fcc77c3aa8b7_Photo0624.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/588ba2eda81c415f_Photo0625.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/12f2c2055b12bf6e_Photo0626.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/e5cab98285bd8aaa_Photo0627.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/7de20619ac24a7ce_Photo0628.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/6a6854fc73072152_Photo0632.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/eb5a7746871345f5_Photo0633.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/f4adf94878da37dd_Photo0634.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/e91580d318610bb5_Photo0635.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/d675a03410aa12cb_Photo0637.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/6eb7281275a6cee3_Photo0636.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/f9a710da4fdd5109_Photo0638.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister, you can save the images if you wanna. :) And oh, there was this very young couple. I don't know whether they are married or not. The guy seemed very hip hop-ish and the lady was pretty much normal lah. While their child was playing with the water, this guy asked the gf/wife to wait. So he went off for quite sometime. When he came back, he handed her a Charles and Keith bag. She was so surprised! It was sooo sweet. She must have wanted that something badly. Heh. Soooo sweeeetttt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, so anyways, Erwin only stopped playing after almost 2 hours. We went off for some shopping. Sister that is, not me. Went to Topshop to meet sister's old colleague. After that, headed for Forever 21 to grab Siti (the new maid) a quick birthday present and sister bought 2 new tops afterward. I can actually go crazy seeing the clothes and the accessories especially. But no, I have to get a job first! Else, I can forever dream of shopping. Hmmm. So we headed for GJ's before proceeding to chill for a while. GJ Vivo is like a zombie town. The workers looked like zombies you know. So scary. Ah, anyways, we bought the original iced chocolate. It's not as nice as Marina's though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home at 10 plus and headed for Mcd to chill with Mommy. And Sunday was a laze around day. I slept till 6 plus, close to 7. Hmm, pig, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells, blog more next time. I am tired. Really. Night!&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/7610008806442045858-5896446799055856045?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/5896446799055856045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/5896446799055856045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/11/alifs-out-with-his-friend-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-5229728307452704610</id><published>2009-11-27T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T02:01:23.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whaddup yaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, yessa, it's Friday already. A public holiday and Hari Raya Haji for all muslims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha dear friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see. I am so dead tired right now. I just wanna sleep. I don't know lah, I guess I just have sleeping spells or something. Anyways, I went to school on Wednesday without any sleep. Like what's new. I've been doing it eversince forever. Classes got pushed forward from 8 - 10AM. We did some work, a lot came late and after that school ended. -_-" My timetable is THAT flexible. &amp;amp; Blame me for being jobless. I am so hopeless. (It rhymes! Lol.) Met Ain Nabila who was absent at Mcd, planned with Zuzu to meet after that for Cotton On interview but I was asleep at home throughout. Thanks ah Attica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to meet my brat too but I guess I was just too dead beat. Thursday, or rather just now, was wasted. I didn't go to school. Don't know why. My ear hurts. I think I'm having ear infection right now. Bloody hell. It hurts a lot lor! It especially hurts when I'm trying to put on my earpiece. Gotta visit the doctor soonest! And yes, paid a visit to ITE MP for my YOG(Youth Olympic Games) briefing. I'm under Spectator Services. I am entitled to a prepaid VISA card that pays for my transportation for that few days. Wooohoo! And we get to keep it. But we don't get paid. -_-" Thanks ah. But whatever. Guess it's just for the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, met my brat after school. Hung out a little and headed for my place. We were both pretty much sleepy which resulted in him being cranky and me being annoyed. But at least I get to meet my brat you know. ((((: Love you many many brat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay dah, want to sleep already. Good food waiting later! Whoopee! Heading to maternal granny's place and then prolly paternal's. Can't wait to get my hands on the food and Erwin! That little brat is gonna be so spoiled later I'm sure. Ho ho ho. Alright! Night!&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/7610008806442045858-5229728307452704610?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/5229728307452704610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/5229728307452704610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/11/whaddup-yaw-omg-yessa-its-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-4262789396716149419</id><published>2009-11-24T03:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T05:00:59.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/7e6a12aa2915c1eb_13732_1198300111065_1035375845_30511087_570119_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeay, layout changed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have something to look forward to when blogging. Haha. I don't know what's with me and changing skins in order to motivate me to blog. Anyways, my weekends were a-okay. Not that extravagant. I met Alif on Friday. He was a brat lah, as usual. Had to force him to meet him. -_-" So petty like that. Fetched him from work. It has been a habit now. I'm so sweet like that, I know. Lol. &amp;amp; He forced me to go to his house. Biasa lor. I feel so awkward that day. Maybe cause I wasn't dressed appropriately. Anywaysss, I checked his phone that day. Almost got into a fight but we're good cause I guess I just didn't wanna spoil everything. And besides, it's pretty minor, so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and, that day was classic. I was waiting for Alif at this particular block. God knows where he went to. Then, this guy came up to me. He was riding a bike by the way. He literally parked his bike at the side and walked towards me. Thinking that he wanted to ask directions, I didn't budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random guy&lt;/span&gt;; Hey, are you waiting for someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attica&lt;/span&gt;; Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random guy&lt;/span&gt;; Uhm, by any chance, can I get your number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attica&lt;/span&gt;; Erk, I'm actually waiting for my boyfriend. So yeah. Heh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I didn't give my number up cause Alif was around the corner watching me. Haha. Hilarious much? Alif came up to me and was like, "Wah, berani eh dia mintak number you." Yelah, ape tak berani, he thought I was single what. Hmmm, so then Alif sent me home by public. o.O Yes, we go public now. Cute kan? No matter how we dread taking public, we seriously have no choice. Just have to wait for his ORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the other day, I had a conversation with Alif about my weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attica&lt;/span&gt;; B, I was sooooo fat back then sia! I was a pig, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alif&lt;/span&gt;; Ah when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attica&lt;/span&gt;; Back then lah! My double chin macam double cheeseburger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alif&lt;/span&gt;; Ade I complain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attica&lt;/span&gt;; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alif&lt;/span&gt;; Then? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)))) He can be so sweet sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells, Saturday was spent with elder sister and Erwin. We headed to City Hall of all places. The place where every other teenager would love to crowd in. -_-" Headed for Raffles City first to buy the infamous Fried Mars Bars. After that, headed for Marina where we became so clueless. Sister shopped a little. I soooo want that Dorothy Perkins purse! &amp;amp; The accessories! Grr, I need a job already. &amp;amp; I should start bloody procrastinating and actually really go for interviews. Sorry, got a little carried away. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, we walked around aimlessly and got really bored of it that we decided to chill outside for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/d2f67155d12043ca_11545_1244314940862_1019035242_742634_2302453_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/ba4b1c1b31dce32e_11545_1244314980863_1019035242_742635_3015392_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/24d95b219d0d0d13_11545_1244315020864_1019035242_742636_3116114_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/9fc25cfb5907b203_11545_1244315060865_1019035242_742637_5449472_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/74ef77c826fbd43b_11545_1244315100866_1019035242_742638_5071149_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/ff01d2ec11870a7c_11545_1244315140867_1019035242_742639_4745280_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/edbb5601a47c7e36_11545_1244315180868_1019035242_742640_5074363_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/7cda8f261db3817b_11545_1244315220869_1019035242_742641_6811819_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back inside and decided to just walk around. There was a Winx Club show going on. Pretty stupid, I would say because it's was some dancers, doing some stupid dance moves. And it practically attracted a lot of uncles because the girls were pretty. And sexy. So yes. Even Erwin was hooked. That little brat has a potential of being a player okay. He's always into 'chicks'. Young ones, especially. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/3fd8886402303a73_11545_1244315260870_1019035242_742642_3622989_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/86f5df810804c07e_11545_1244315300871_1019035242_742643_1266643_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/391904b9429c67a2_11545_1244315340872_1019035242_742644_4435697_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/4626ef3630d07f07_11545_1244315380873_1019035242_742645_2853694_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; we didn't realise that there was a mini playground for the kids at level 3. But it's really small though. Everybody was cramping up and down the slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/949a87e2a321c561_11545_1244315420874_1019035242_742646_8289821_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/c17ea06b0e2f85d0_11545_1244315460875_1019035242_742647_7821143_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/a87919abb7321ca2_11545_1244315540877_1019035242_742649_4463186_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/713b00faf929d54c_11545_1244315580878_1019035242_742650_376423_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/e610018c740cfc13_11545_1244315620879_1019035242_742651_3087199_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/f90e31cc8bec0d5c_11545_1244315700881_1019035242_742652_3310322_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erwin was soo cheeky. I think he just love slides and that's it. He didn't wanna play at any other stations. It was just the slide alone. -_-" And so, to kill more time, sister and I headed for where else but to eat. Went to Pizza Hut. I am surprised that Erwin can eat Aglio Olio and that too, with extra garlic. I like mine that way. :) Pizza Hut's improving I guess. Their pasta used to be so awful. But it's okay now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/5b4f38c95271382e_11545_1244315860885_1019035242_742656_2314219_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/f16fab1b1fc8082a_11545_1244315900886_1019035242_742657_5798158_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/db9fb0e20d4925b0_11545_1244315940887_1019035242_742658_4553211_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/a1ae840b699515a6_11545_1244315980888_1019035242_742659_887191_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/2f0a65b5f46393c1_11545_1244316020889_1019035242_742660_3678376_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/cf8208b856722324_11545_1244316060890_1019035242_742661_6656555_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/380e23747c11f2b0_11545_1244316180893_1019035242_742664_7469407_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/aaf11d31c41cfefc_11545_1244316220894_1019035242_742665_4404449_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/a8405702ea649fe9_11545_1244316260895_1019035242_742666_130638_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/24b61981f8f86426_11545_1244316300896_1019035242_742667_6627150_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/7328822a82c360cb_11545_1244316340897_1019035242_742668_4893508_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/8dd912b72de601de_11545_1244316380898_1019035242_742669_3442374_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Yes, those drawings are my sister's. Teaching while waiting for the food to arrive. And Erwin's so smart! He can recognize the words now. :D And so, after food, we made a move to Suntec. Sister bought pants for herself. Then we headed to Carrefour to buy Erwin's milk and diapers. Chilled around for a while and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/1e0aaf0f0113e479_11545_1244316420899_1019035242_742670_412984_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/49d4d58a0a29acf9_11545_1244316460900_1019035242_742671_1817428_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/8eeda5de24fa8f84_11545_1244316500901_1019035242_742672_7561558_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/48_2009/2a82c7f5a7199a64_11545_1244316540902_1019035242_742673_6778643_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so Sunday was okay. Went to CWP, to apply line for Mummy, under Kikyn's name. So the phone goes to Kikyn and the line to my Mummy. I guess if I wasn't there, the two would be in fits of war. Even before approaching the staff, they were like growling. LOL. But at the end of the day, all went well. Kikyn got for herself a N5320 and a mobile broadband. Mummy got her line and I got a freakin casing, in pink (very bimbssss) and a new number. I'm changing again, by the way so yeah. My new SIM card, as I just discovered is 2G, not 3G. And I is not happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want 3G SIM card so that I can bug everyone into answering my video calls. Especially boyfriend! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't ask me what I did on Monday and Tuesday. I was sleeping my way through. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells, gotta get ready for school. Happy Wednesday all!&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/7610008806442045858-4262789396716149419?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4262789396716149419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4262789396716149419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/11/yeay-layout-changed-at-least-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-6821131936337695978</id><published>2009-11-19T21:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T05:36:42.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Overdue pictures, sorry for the delay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/47_2009/8a5b15f0fcdef0a0_11164_1240416723409_1019035242_733426_7775150_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/47_2009/ff1fd25e9bcd35ca_11164_1240416843412_1019035242_733429_1036662_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/47_2009/6cfaad8bbfba125b_11164_1240416923414_1019035242_733431_5769314_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img 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src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/47_2009/5cf5ba590e57569a_11164_1240417643432_1019035242_733448_6322067_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/47_2009/618e28187f987257_11164_1240417683433_1019035242_733449_3018920_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/47_2009/12d407fa9a5e9bd8_11164_1240417803436_1019035242_733451_4632678_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/47_2009/c96d8150afa66f7c_11164_1240417443427_1019035242_733443_4987439_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/47_2009/6f903a52dc213335_11164_1240417483428_1019035242_733444_6348299_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/47_2009/ce34a5316252c1ba_11164_1240417523429_1019035242_733445_764724_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/47_2009/46166c85af3a30c0_11164_1240417563430_1019035242_733446_5039550_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/47_2009/90c7791058648ae0_11164_1240417603431_1019035242_733447_2730992_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for supper with the family just now. Went to Changi Village of all places. -.-" Daddy was like driving aimlessly while Kikyn was all hyper. Guess it was due to the fact that she had tad too many espressos. She was damned hyper, dancing in the damn car. -_-" I was like happily tidying up the house when Mummy called, asking about my sister. &amp;amp; She was literally shouting over the phone. Mother, I'm not at the other side of the world okay. The next time you call me please don't be like those China men in Singapore. Hurts my ears you know. I was watching Bride Wars while tidying up the house. Everyday, I watch something new. If I'm not in the mood, I'll watch something old. Watched The Proposal the other day. God, that was a good one. Made me laugh my ass off. It was really good. Loved it. Would give it 5/5. All the humour and everything. And I watched 500 days of Summer the other day. I think it was yesterday or something. Don't ask me about days and dates. I don't keep track of them anymore. It feels like I'm really living in a world of my own. Well anyways, the movie was alright. Quite okay, would only give it like a 3/5. The story line's a bit monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the rainy weather has been putting both boyfriend &amp;amp; I to sleep lately. We don't really talk on the phone. We've been sleeping. Or at least, he is. That we haven't really talk or meet. How to? The weather's too cosy. Hmmm. Ah, I've been ditching all my plans too. I don't find the weather convenient for traveling you see. Talk about plans, I've yet to make one with Hanah. It's been months since we've really hung out you know. She used to be one of my closest and best-est friend I've ever had during my high school years. She always understood me. There were days when we were so lazy to go to school that we'd end up going to her house to just sleep our asses off. It was nice. Sometimes, when I was still working at Suntec, she'd just accompany me during my working hours. We used to hang out a lot. But lately, we've been busy with our boyfriend's and changes that we had to adapt to that we've completely forgotten each other. Well, that's life. There's always changes and sometimes, you got no choice but to adapt to it. Heh. Well, hang out soon girl! I miss you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yesterday, she told me that she was ENGAGED. I freaked out, got a little too excited and immediately told my boyfriend. As usual, the boyfriend is in no mood to entertain me. Hmmm. As soon as I got off the phone, she told me that it was a joke. -_-" I'd be so disappointed if she didn't tell me you know. Heh. How could she! I mean, we've been friends for so long though in the recent years, we've not been hangin' too much. But well, friends will remain friends. &amp;amp; I heard some news about an old fling. Sometimes I pity him but a lot of times, I pity the girls that he's dating. Guess he needs some lesson. But sometimes, I guess that's just the way he is. There's no way anyone can change him I guess. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells, I'd better be doing something else to keep me awake. I have school and an interview over at Bukit Timah after that. &amp;amp; I'm crossing my fingers. Let's just hope that boyfriend's in the mood to meet me because I already miss him. Like I said, we've not been talking too much. I've been busy minding my own business, buried in my own little dreamland. Hoho. Okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I need more teh tarik please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&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/7610008806442045858-6821131936337695978?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/6821131936337695978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/6821131936337695978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/11/overdue-pictures-sorry-for-delay.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-4553795405010650609</id><published>2009-11-18T04:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T04:26:00.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Mohamed Alif Abdul Rahman,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the past 18 months, you have been nothing but great. We made a lot of memories, we fought hard and we made it this far. I am glad. Though shit happens, I am sure not everyone would understand what we've been through. You are by far the best and I'm not gonna lie. I've never felt so happy in my entire life. Never felt so secure and free with anyone compared to when I was with you. You love me for who I am. You NEVER ONCE complained about the fact that I was putting on weight. You'd tease me and we'd make fun of each others weights. But you NEVER compared me to anyone. You always made me feel secure. We never really fight. Sure, loads of arguments but at the end of the day, a simple smile and a hug cures it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things with you have been so wonderful that I never really take the bad times into account. When I was down, you stood by me. Remember the day when I was really down when I got my O level results? I cried but you came to surprise me with my favourite ice cream. Nobody has ever done that. Remember the times when I said I was hungry and you came, with a box of KFC and my favourite ice cream though you were broke? Gosh, there were so many wonderful moments with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish this will never end baby. Cause at the end of the day, you know; how much we tend to falter, we'd still run back to each other's arms.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a little late but Happy 18 months once again baby.&lt;br /&gt;More fights to come, more memories to create. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610008806442045858-4553795405010650609?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4553795405010650609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4553795405010650609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-mohamed-alif-abdul-rahman-for-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-6958695083561494867</id><published>2009-11-16T01:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T04:22:26.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LONG POST ALERT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ho hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo shagged, I don't know why. Just got back like 2 hours ago from town with my sister, Erwin and mother. Anyways, let me update on Saturday first yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see, plans got a little cocked up for that day. Alif didn't have sleep. I didn't have enough sleep. Alif told me to meet him at Tampines in the evening but I told him I wanted to see him at Yishun instead to make things easier. He said okay while assuming that I wanted to meet him at White Sands. When it was close to 6pm, we broke out into a big fight because he assumed that the 'ys' in my text message refers to White Sands. -_-" Major turn off. We had a huge fight. He kept calling, I kept rejecting and hanging up on him. After much shouting over the phone, he eventually gave in and he fetched me, together with my sister and Zhafir. Even in the car, I was still sulking. All the way up to the wedding. Hehehe. I am soooo petty like that. I love being petty. At least once in a while lah. Not like him you know. He's petty every day cause he knows that I'll entertain his crazy antics. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, we arrived and gosh, I feel so kental and so awkward. Don't know why lah. Maybe it's the first time I ever went to a wedding with a boy. With a boyfriend, to be exact. So say 'yeay!' Alif cause you're my first. ;) Oh yes, there were no parking lots. Everywhere was full. But we managed to sneak inside the 'Members' Only' carpark. Heheh. Well, the deco was nicely done yaw. And then when the bride and groom entered the ballroom, everyone stared in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/f400b674a135c2d1_P1070082.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/f3284935577d4317_P1070085.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/cbe7c2a774b96fcb_P1070086.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/894c05b5b6f1f1c3_P1070087.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/4359fde1098cf0fc_P1070088.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the name of the bride is Indah Nusri and the groom is Azrull or something like that. Annie's sister looked soo pretty! The outfits were pretty. They were from Chinta Weddings, the same as my sister's. The wedding dais was pretty as well. Everything was, actually. Except for me. Thanks ah for not dressing up appropriately. -_-" Last minute so bo pien. &amp;amp; Actually, that was one of the reasons why I fought with Alif. Forever arguing lah we two. But well, arguments are healthy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I didn't talk to Alif throughout the first outfit event. I was literally boyfriend-less. Macam bodoh, duduk sorang sorang with no one to talk to because Kikyn was sitting like far away from me. So anyways, we had appetizers. There was some samosa, breaded prawns and some jellyfish thingy. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/67c5bb1895a16862_P1070092.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/67f93516b3853684_P1070093.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had shark's fin soup (!!!!), abalone, steamed fish and many more. After coming back from their second smoke break, Alif came to me and suddenly became so nice which was actually fishy and weird. =/ Then he asked me whether I loved him or not and asked me to promise that whatever happens, I shouldn't drag him. I was caught off guard. The bugger actually asked me to sing in front of the crowd. -_-" Initially, I didn't want to but after a while, I thought, why not? I mean, singing in front of the crowd actually gives me the adrenaline rush. ^.^ Perangai stop it, I know. So I got the courage and sang. Like woah. I wanted to faint while singing cause I usually sing at a void deck reception, not a ballroom one! But nevertheless, it was a great experience though I wanted to faint. LOL. And the Turf City dudes went "baik uh!" on me when I walked past their table. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when me and Alif made up. Just by one simple little 'I love you'. Meluat all you can lah, I don't care. My blog, my say! LOL LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/e564d40b0dd1790e_P1070098.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/5aef5988c5d07d3e_P1070101.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/fcc90aebfed9a24a_P1070102.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/f89f4d01cd698a14_P1070103.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/699bbf264609f705_P1070105.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/f909ca3ba321141c_P1070107.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/36ff8af6ab4903ae_P1070119.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/24cea5c26ca01c5a_P1070136.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/4d9e2e88b0681466_P1070151.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much eating and the cake cutting plus sparkling juice pouring was over, we headed out. The boys wanted to smoke, like again. -_-" So we headed out and took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/354124f945332988_P1070152.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/96b8b0e69ef753d7_P1070153.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/2223cc1900a7c03f_P1070155.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/6001481033e9bd6f_P1070158.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/d1f1894cd6a3dfd8_P1070159.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/e31d8653ec023e30_P1070161.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/6d6a419deaae15e7_P1070165.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/9cd1c5aa45284f29_P1070167.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/d7f309e605061e80_P1070168.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/74d8cd9c0fd029f6_P1070169.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite. I was caught by surprise. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much fun, we decided to head home since Mommy wanted me to run some errands. And as usual, after all the shit, Alif was sleepy. -_-" Sleepy=cranky=leads to fights. And he went home after sending me off. He called me at 5AM but I didn't pick up. Got to know that he actually slept in the car for a few hours and he wanted to blame it on me. Woah thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's talk about Sunday now. I didn't plan for anything. Just actually wanted to laze around at home, doing nothing. But sister texted me right when I woke up. Thought it was too late for her but she asked me to meet her up at Tampines around 4. Being the usual 'star karat', I reached at 4 plus. We ditched the thought of heading for Parkway since it was getting pretty late and headed for town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Far East to get Fried Mars Bars. Went to Ion to get shoes and Wisma to get clothes, all for my sister. Apparently, she thinks that it wouldn't be worth the trip if she didn't buy anything. -_-" We then headed to my momma's workplace and after that, settled for dinner at CPK. The food was awesome! I loooove the salad and pizza. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parted ways after dinner and yeah, that's about it. Sorry, couldn't blog as much since the pictures aren't with me. Will upload once I grab a hold of it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I am supposed to go to the zoo with the classmates later. Zoo? =/ I'm not a big fan though. Oh wells, shall head for a short nap else I'd be a zombie. Night! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S; More pictures on FB. &amp;amp; FYI, they're all non-edited.&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/7610008806442045858-6958695083561494867?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/6958695083561494867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/6958695083561494867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-post-alert-hey-ho-hello-i-am-sooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-3717079012586581767</id><published>2009-11-14T03:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T05:00:16.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm on expressive mode right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see. Don't ask me what I did today. All I know is, I wasted loaaddddsssss of time. -__-" Perangai habis but who cares. Anyways, as stated on my twitter and Facebook, I actually scalded my tummy. ): It was tragic lah. I was trying to eat while watching a movie. I placed my newly cooked sedap nak mampos maggie on my lap when my kitty, Noir, tried to cling on my feet with her claws. I was shocked. Literally shocked that the whole bowl came pouring down on my tummy. So there you have it, a half cooked tummy. ): Sedih you know. My tummy not nice already. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/14802bab5e6dcdf6_P1070074.preview.JPG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burok right? I knoww. The colour's even darker now you know. So tak lawa. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wailed like an idiot when I got scalded. Called my boyfriend but he was such an ass lor! So I called my mother and she tried calming me down but to no avail. Haha. When I tried cooling it with ice, the ice just melted instantly. Tak kelakar hokay. So annoying. Then boyfriend called back and tried to pacify me. God knows how many times I called him after that just because I was petty. Hmph. When mother came home, I was already half asleep. She looked at my tummy and went "Ya Allah!" and she put colgate on it. Haha. What's with bloody colgate and scalds? They don't really go well together you knoww. But anyways, I felt a little cool after that. So yeah, whatever. I don't have the appetite to eat now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so what movie did I watch just now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/fcbd8383397f5619_jennifers_body.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! Jeniffer's Body! Megan Fox is sooooo damn hot. But tsk, the movie a bit merepek lah. I'll give it a 3/5. A bit twisted, so fictitious. But as long as Megan's there, who cares right? Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, was on the phone with boyfriend just now. We were on FB and Pet Society when he sent me this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/3e2ca0bb494cea9a_PS.PNG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;Cute sekali. And he learned how to tag someone in their status tonight. Sape ajar? Attica jugak. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/857a1f5d67f443d4_FB.PNG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu satu perangai budak gemok but who cares? Heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the Monsoon season is here to stay. And my sleeping habit is starting to kick in. It's been raining all day and it's kinda getting on my nerves. Tsk. Stressing you. I wish I could stay home later, even on a Saturday. But I got a wedding to attend to. I can't ditch it since Annie's sister has already booked seats for us. So tak baik. Must go. And people get married once in their lifetime. Must gooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone sent me a message on FB. My private blog readers would know who she is. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons3/416/4163160/46_2009/6011cfdf5046af8a_eve.PNG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikatan? Or in translated version; official relation like engagement or getting married. Seriously, when people or even when WE talk about it, we feel scared. Haha. Guess it's just that it's too soon. We've yet to get stable jobs you see. And anyways, what's the rush? Kalau ade jodoh, ade lah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I shall go back to sleep. Hopefully, I know what to wear later!&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/7610008806442045858-3717079012586581767?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/3717079012586581767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/3717079012586581767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-on-expressive-mode-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-31781880212380188</id><published>2009-11-13T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:25:25.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sooooo down right now. I don't know why. A little bit of angry, confused, sad and lost. Gosh, I really don't know what happened to me. I was out and suddenly, here I am, feeling this way. It sucks though. I feel like punching someone. I feel like crying. I feel like I'm sooo lost, I don't know what's happening. I don't know lah. I wanna be normal again just like I was this morning. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I haven't been meeting Alif for 4 days now. So whatever. Gasak kau. If you think you wanna meet me up then give me a beep. If not then we'll go on not meeting for years okay? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, been trying to find the perfect dress for Saturday. It's Annie's sister; Indah's wedding. It's held at the Orchid Country Club and damn, I don't know what to wear. This sucks so bad man. Thinking of buying one online but mummy asked me to use my own creativity. Create something new out of something old. Been doing that for years now if you must know. But really, I'm lost. I don't knowwww. It's only a few days away sia. Wah piang. Can die. Oh yessss, I went to Jurong Point to return my uniform. I am officially no longer a staff of Nova Gourmet. Tsk. It's okay, will try to find a new job that doesn't really require me to handle pork and beers. I feel guilty handling those things, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I need to distract myself. Maybe an episode or two of The City and I'mma hit the bed. And sorry dear friends if I've not been picking up your calls. As written above, I'm just not in the mood. And this is freakin' RARE. So yes, I hope I'll recover soon. See you on the bright side. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight people.&lt;br /&gt;(P.S; SISTER, I WANT PICTURESSSSS!!!!)&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/7610008806442045858-31781880212380188?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/31781880212380188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/31781880212380188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/11/sigh-sigh-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-3310322225596259545</id><published>2009-11-12T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T01:08:47.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sleepy right now. Macam steaming steaming gitu. Aiyah. I sooo dread school later. But must come or I'll die. Sigh sigh. And yeah oh, my tagboard so senyap already. Tag lah please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaysssss, I miss my boyfriend. It's been 3 days since I last saw him. And today, I only talked to him like TWICE. Because I am very lazy to entertain his nonsense. He's very cranky due to the fact that he hasn't been having sleep. He called me at 7 just now. He was already on the way home lor. And I actually ordered him to sleep. I hate the fact that I can't meet him. ))))): No, not that I can't go out. Just that I very the malas nak layan dia punya ngantok, you know? But never mind, I guess I'll see him tomorrow. I miss my fat boy. )))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and, I've been thinking, thinking hard. About our relationship, about life. It scares me to death not knowing what the future holds. It scares me when I think of all the possibilities. Where am I going to land someday? What am I going to be doing? Will my pay be sufficient for my lifestyle? You know, the works. I feel so stressed right now. Don't know whether what I'm doing is right or wrong. Been stoning, not focused on a thing. Not even my relationship. I don't know what I'm doing. I'm having fun. I love Alif. I really do. But have you ever thought about how long your relationship is going to last? Well, I hope mine lasts till the wedding day. It's every girl's dream you know. Everybody wants it that day. Everybody hopes their relationship will be that way. And honestly, I feel a little subconscious, typing this shit right now. I feel like I've been nothing but a zombie for the past weeks. In a daze. And I'm not lying. It's just how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, I just need someone to tell me it's okay. &amp;amp; The one who always does that is Alif. But too bad he's asleep now. Or so I think. ))): I don't care, I need a big tight hug tomorrow. And I'm going to get that. I don't care. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I am actually watching GG right now. I need a quick shower after this. Anyways, here's a vid on Erwin. (Don't focus on my singing. I know it's a lil' loud but focus on Erwin. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PKwkwHTThlQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PKwkwHTThlQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute nak mampos kan ni kecik! And sister, I want pictures yo! Upload to FB pleasssssseeee.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm off. Goodnight brats!&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/7610008806442045858-3310322225596259545?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/3310322225596259545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/3310322225596259545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi-ho.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-701489089147709410</id><published>2009-11-11T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:56:58.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo shagged right now. I feel so tired but I can assure you that I won't be able to sleep later. -_-" But anyways, I had a nice day today. Went out with elder sister and Erwin. Headed to Tampines to see the two. Then we headed to Expo to check out the Robinson's sale. I was annoyed because there was shoes on sale and I was broke!!!! HEEEELSSSSS. SEXY HEEEELSSSS. I'm unhappy but never the mind, I'll get it next time. Oh and there was FCUK clothes on sale too. There were a few nice pieces but the price wasn't too cheap lah. Like no sale like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, sister was so disappointed that she only bought a bra. Hahaha. So unlikely of my sister but yes, it's true. After the shopping, we bought Munchy doughnuts which was so pathetic and some drinks and chilled for a while. Headed for the airport at around 6 since brother-in-law had already landed. He then went home to change and we headed for Popeye's. Headed for Parkway Parade after that to get my sister's hp serviced and off we went to Simpang for karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have vids and pictures to upload but maybe tomorrow. My eyes can't wait any further. They just need to shut. It's been days since I had proper sleep. Angry angry! But nevermind. Hopefully, tomorrow, I can just laze at home. But I don't know. I miss my boyfriend. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alah, blog more later! :) Have a goodnight people! :D&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/7610008806442045858-701489089147709410?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/701489089147709410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/701489089147709410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-8361119703237986633</id><published>2009-11-10T03:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T05:10:08.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right, so I shall update now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, even when I'm laying low, I have hate taggers? Lol. Pretty interesting. To whoever you are; I can't be bothered lah, seriously. If you think that saying that I didn't lose weight makes you happy then go. Go tell the whole world that I'm fat, I didn't lose weight whatever. At the end of the day, unless you've been seeing me everyday, you're in no position to judge. And like my sister say, ade archives, sila lah tengok, jangan malu malu. It's so pathetic to actually make weight an issue. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I don't really remember what I did for the week. It was pretty much stoning week for me. Sometimes I have insomnia, sometimes I don't. Really pathetic you know. Sometimes I sleep too much, sometimes I don't. But whatever lah. I don't remember what I really did but I did go to Sentosa last Thursday I think. ^.^ That was with Ain Rani. Impromptu but fun. Will prolly hit Azzura or Wavehouse soooooon. Need the goddamned kachings first. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/46_2009/cc14b3222128dc5e_Photo0528.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/46_2009/7e386b2fbeedcd4d_Photo0529.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/46_2009/fc3db7e1670b7284_Photo0544.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/46_2009/18e7b488b311ef33_Photo0545.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/46_2009/0be8e4fd3347b383_Photo0547.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/46_2009/9bc91e140163dc06_Photo0548.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/46_2009/6a1f568657568d8a_Photo0549.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/46_2009/779d6063a562d5aa_Photo0550.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/46_2009/a0d4a1cbe1326ff1_Photo0552.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the sun played tricks on us. ): We went home disappointed without any tan. And anyways, it rained afterward. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the weekends was spent over at Mommy's workplace since I had some tasks to complete. Sunday was the final day for the task completion and after all the hectic-ness, Baby came over to town and we spent our time together. It's been sometime though. ^.^ &amp;amp; I had a great time with him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/46_2009/c3f7f74f0b61642c_Photo0562.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/46_2009/90c9d9639f4a01d2_Photo0563.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/46_2009/6248538e3862e45d_Photo0564.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/46_2009/6bd3fff74e66ea7a_Photo0565.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/46_2009/740c85d1ddb8c28d_Photo0567.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/46_2009/0649202d220e1d18_Photo0568.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Baby was sooooo sweeeeeeeet in FB! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/46_2009/1da19f1dc1848f97_alif.PNG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/46_2009/b774408f8fba4291_alif2.PNG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/46_2009/7b5414e08978ef77_alif3.PNG" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on cloud nine tonight. Okay, gotta sleep. School in a few hours time and after that I'm heading out with my elder sister and Erwin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Mohamed Alif, for the millionth time, I love you so much! ;D&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/7610008806442045858-8361119703237986633?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/8361119703237986633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/8361119703237986633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/11/right-so-i-shall-update-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-8605496302196757995</id><published>2009-10-31T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:31:29.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo bored. Currently playing Happy Aquarium right now. Can't wait for Momma to get home because I asked her to buy caramel syrup! Yeah baby! I can make my own Iced Caramel Tea! Woooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, I haven't been going out. What a bore, I know. But well, the weather's been asking me to stay at home! It's been raining and I find it inconvenient. I can't swim. I can't do anything than stay indoors and eat my heart out. Oh yes, Alif met me yesterday. He annoyed the shit out of me but well, he was sweet after wards. He knows how to please me after all. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have anything to blog about, really. I just wanna head out but I can't. I've been tidying up the house and the next thing I should do is.. I don't know. Haha. I really have no idea what I should do. Maybe just continue watching my stupid 90210 for now. Okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Iradaffy; Aww, glad you remembered me. Anws, I've already linked you babe! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/7610008806442045858-8605496302196757995?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/8605496302196757995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/8605496302196757995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-hello-i-am-sooo-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-5902145829994076201</id><published>2009-10-29T04:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T05:36:32.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/44_2009/4e05f4bd4769dc7b_Photo0489.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/44_2009/d0f3ccd4b23ba330_Photo0477.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just took the Photo Of The Day application on FB and a picture taken on 2008 popped. It was a picture of me and my babysister, btw. Anyways, 08 was sooo happening! Me loooves it! ;D It had loads of changes for me. For better and for worst. I mean, I changed a lot lah. From bad to worst to better and better than ever. :D I met Alif and gawdd, it changed my life a whole lot! We had ups and downs but hey, we're through. Oh yesss, who could've ever forgotten the fact that I lost so much weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And over the months, I gained it back. ): Guess I was too happy with Alif until the things that has been happening lately. But it was all for a reason and I dare say that it wasn't his fault. Sooooo, my relationship has gotten stronger lah don't you know! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, me is sooo tired right now! Haven't been having enough sleep you know! Tsk. Oh yes, yesterday (Tuesday) , I met boyfriend again. He came over to Teck Whye from Eunos. Rajin skali my baby! We spent time but the end was sour. -_-" I had a hell of a difficult time dealing with myself yesterday. Macam very stupid and emotional but never the mind, it's over. Glad that Alif understands. :) Thanks ah brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and since his car was supposed to be collected like just now, he asked me to come over to Pasir Ris to meet him. Besides, I had to take my MC. Cannot lah, I am forever not coming to school sia. Very jialat already. Must buck up. Somebody slap me please. I don't know why I can't sleep at night! It's killing me, I swear. I wish I had sleeping pills to help me like before. No, don't get me wrong, I wasn't and never was a junkie. Just that I actually received sleeping pills from the doctor. In other words, it was prescribed! Yes lor, how fortunate eh! Haha. Now, I can dream of taking those pills. It's not that healthy to cling on those pills anyway. So yeah. I'll have to find another way. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, back to my boring old story. Alif and I went to visit the doctor over at Pasir Ris. I got my MC and he got his medicine. He's under 3 days MC anyways. So yeah, no work for the whole week since he got an MC for Tuesday as well. What a brat. And after all that walking in the rain and trying to catch up with him, we headed to Eunos to collect the car since the air con had severe problems. Had to settle some stuffs and off we go to Tanglin Mall to visit Mommy. Pretty random actually. I was hungry by that time and I actually asked if Mummy wanted to do any grocery shopping at that time since Alif was driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said no so we headed for Bukit Panjang Plaza. Omggg, the place is soo kental, was so kental and will forever be very kental. I only go there like once a year or something like that. I am even surprised that the place was crowded just now. -_-" So yes, we ate Long John. Boyfriend loves Long John. I on the other hand, doesn't have any comments but I do love their chocolate sundae pie! Heheh. And we both had to agree that their chicken/fish are getting smaller and expensive by the day. Draining our money betol! After all the eating, hugging, laughing and talking nonsense, Alif sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only stayed at home for like an hour plus when Mummy called and asked me to get ready. Family dinner babe! And oh, I washed all my kitties up just now! Cannot take it lah! They have too many lice. It's annoying and everyone's been in paranoia. That fatty, Oreo is soooooooo damned cute. I feel like kicking him! Too cute! Haha. Time passed so fast! They're almost 3 months now. Time for sterilisation! Hopefully. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yesss, dinner was alright. I AM CRAVING FOR FOOD AT TANG TEA HOUSE. Someone bring me there please? Alif please!!! ;) Oh yes, we went to Mustafa after that. Bought groceries and went home. Here I am right now, still typing. Just popped two pills to kill my headache. Guess it was all because of the rain lah. Aiyoh. Guess I'm not gonna sleep for today. ): But well, I don't care lah. Whatever. I don't think I'll be meeting Alif later either. He has to stay at home to avoid getting charged for not being at home during the random house visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, must do something else now. P.S; I know Alif looks a little retarded. You don't need to lie! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Yes, baby, I had a very nice time with you. Love you gemok! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;IdahC; It is! The songs are okay for me but a lot of people thinks that it's a little limited. So yeah, it's best if you check it out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/7610008806442045858-5902145829994076201?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/5902145829994076201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/5902145829994076201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/10/hi-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-9004822354724684144</id><published>2009-10-27T12:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:53:27.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in TPS(Tourism Product and Services) class right now. Feeling sooooo zombie-ish. -_-" I guess the weather is perfect for sleeping! And I know M.Alif is sleeping too when he's actually supposed to send the car for some repair. Aiyah, that boy is forever like that one lah. Even if I were to call a gazillion times, he'll still be asleep. Especially after eating so much. -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday was random. Alif &amp;amp; I was lazing around at our own homes for the whole day and we were sooo lazy to head out although we thought of meeting. But he called me up at 11pm and asked whether I wanted to follow him to Bukit Panjang to meet up with Haron. I loooove it when my baby's soo random. I don't know why lah anyways. But anyways, Haron was with Imah. And the boys talked a lot since they haven't been meeting up for a looong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after a while, they decided to head to Al-Azhar but halfway through, we discovered that Haron left his phone over at the place we hung out before. So we just bought drinks and went back to BP. -_-" And seriously, we could go on and on and on about the things that happened recently. And when I talk or hear about it, I get very agitated easily. I feel like punching someone everytime people/I talk about it. Annoying and violent, I know. But what the hell, sometimes I just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyah. Someone's having a freakin' bitchfit today. So annoying! Oh oh, I'm supposed to be having a test right now. Blog again soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOHAMED ALIF, PLEASE WAKE UP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Nadiarina; Looking good? Lol. Thanks for the compliment and well wish babe, you take care! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/7610008806442045858-9004822354724684144?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/9004822354724684144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/9004822354724684144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-i-am-in-tpstourism-product-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-7584240864545186285</id><published>2009-10-26T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T18:02:47.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am bored right now. I seriously feel like heading out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going for swimming like again but then, CCK's complex is closed. They close every Monday what. Haiyah. So annoying. Anyways, this is totally random but my gum is swollen! OMG. So annoying lor! Like it's protruding and all. Eyerr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like watching GG and 90210 but I am soooo lazy to find all the links. Now now, somebody please tell me what to do other than sleeping? I am so bored, I could die. Tried calling Alif but he's busy sleeping. -_-" I have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah lah, I shall play games on FB. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;IdahC; Hi babe! I went to Grandlink. It's $20 for 2 hours and for 3 persons. Pretty much cheap lah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/7610008806442045858-7584240864545186285?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/7584240864545186285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/7584240864545186285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-bored-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-4683858469586950534</id><published>2009-10-26T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T01:05:43.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I AM SO DEAD TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't sleep eversince Saturday, 5pm. OMG. And I even went for swimming with sister, Erwin and Alif! It was pretty much impromptu. Last minute plan. We went to Tampines Swimming Complex. Erwin was pretty much cranky all the way cause he hasn't eaten. We swam for like 2 hours I think. I really miss swimming! Should go alone more often like I used to. Need to tone up lah okay! And yeah, something embarrassing happened! Hahahaha! Erwin accidentally pooped out of nowhere in the complex while in Alif's company! And he was already in his swimming trunks. -_-" LOL! Alif was sooo panicky about it that he took all our stuffs together with the pram and made a move. Erwin got scolded but afterwards, we saw another poop near the drainage. But it wasn't Erwin's. It was some chinese girl's poop. o.O Disgusting, much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, after all the swimming, we all went to Century Square with Zhafir and Kyn to have dinner. After all the eating, we chilled out somewhere over at Tampines and headed home by 9 plus. Alif sent me home by bus since his parents were over at JB and he was unable to use the car. We had some heated arguments in the bus but what the heck, he just knows how to make things better at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I better get going. I don't wanna be late/absent for school later. Goodnight babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It takes two hands to clap. If I was the one who wanted him so badly, why did he keep coming back in the first place? Shows how much he needs me, right? Heh. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S; I don't wanna be a mean bitch. I'm kicking my old habits. You might not like me when I'm all bitchy. So please don't bother me for now. I need time.&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/7610008806442045858-4683858469586950534?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4683858469586950534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4683858469586950534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-so-dead-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-3437128992341743656</id><published>2009-10-25T06:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T06:55:43.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't really sleep. So here goes the pictures for Friday. Hopefully, by the end of this post, my eyes are willing to shut at least for a little while. GOING SWIMMING LE! HOW CAN I NOT SLEEP!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING; PICTURE OVERLOAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/2283efacbd588f04_10720_158130686294_725816294_2833046_5411099_n.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/7bca214f72f18d45_10720_158130706294_725816294_2833048_6986134_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/da0194bd1cfadade_10720_158130716294_725816294_2833049_3164962_n.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/8ff130f802d2ed7e_10720_158130736294_725816294_2833051_6289857_n.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/f2dff92601f2cfad_10720_158130746294_725816294_2833052_3838608_n.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/e967adc19d27afef_10720_158130751294_725816294_2833053_1078115_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/ab04f599bd5ad852_10720_158130766294_725816294_2833055_2492493_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/1abbe8580c9467fc_10720_158130781294_725816294_2833057_5394861_n.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/747eadc767f7b874_10720_158130786294_725816294_2833058_5197216_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/991e3cb483a27820_10720_158130791294_725816294_2833059_4912107_n.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/ce3b9f24104424f2_10720_158130796294_725816294_2833060_3004710_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/d243490556135858_10720_158130801294_725816294_2833061_2295277_n.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/3544f1c67ca4c466_10720_158130806294_725816294_2833062_7162364_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/10211254acdf5f8d_10720_158130816294_725816294_2833063_7018997_n.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/3aadbfb62e1f5909_10720_158130836294_725816294_2833066_774562_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/b06ff78291799e8d_10720_158130846294_725816294_2833067_8166089_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/8de1d56b0c1b6ce0_10720_158130861294_725816294_2833068_3539460_n.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/a2758d74ef0dee97_10720_158130871294_725816294_2833069_1153167_n.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/182e3e47032092cd_10720_158130876294_725816294_2833070_5688423_n.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/9b93c06feeabd941_10720_158130881294_725816294_2833071_5308925_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/ee45e1814fe26609_10720_158130886294_725816294_2833072_3259371_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/d5ef66793ba53dd5_10720_158130896294_725816294_2833073_7427403_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/5111bb0e64ebe346_10720_158130901294_725816294_2833074_7791770_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/f834ef4ffbcc2562_10720_158130906294_725816294_2833075_4258399_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/7e5ed3d593ce13a6_10720_158130916294_725816294_2833077_4660792_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/cecc48849a0924fa_10720_158130926294_725816294_2833078_686227_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/04319a8315c8eca4_10720_158130966294_725816294_2833084_1199614_n.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after uploading so many pictures, I am still not sleepy. *faints* Okay lah, I'm off to play some games. Have a great Sunday, kids! :D&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/7610008806442045858-3437128992341743656?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/3437128992341743656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/3437128992341743656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/10/cant-really-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-1752582844342275996</id><published>2009-10-24T02:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T04:24:34.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/7c59f08937d77a61_Photo0469.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/6782cd7c1c15f964_Photo0468.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/8c0bfe7af77742ea_Photo0467.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/5e5bbb40b09e157f_Photo0466.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/b7b11f31cf8c117f_Photo0465.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/3e38dab889340510_Photo0464.preview.jpg" class="inline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More pictures with Jazaul Bariah. :) Prolly will receive it around Sunday like that cause she just has too many plans over the weekends I guess. :D Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Girls, thank you very much for the very very nice night! Nani was sooo funny. Every time she sing a song, she'll laugh. I don't get her. -_-" But anyways, it's just really funny how we met. We're all settling with different people now. Growing up is an amazing thing. Makes you stand up on your two feet and makes you realize that there's always something and someone better up ahead. That's life isn't it? :) Well, hopefully we can hang out more often yeah? It was really nice seeing the two of you again. Been so long. 2006 sure was a historic year! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm feeling a little emotional tonight. You better stay away from me. :) I think I'm off to watch The Hills. Am at Season 4 by the way. It's taking me ages to actually reach Season 5 because I am always so busy catching up with 90210 and Gossip Girl. Speaking of Gossip Girl, don't you think that Georgina Sparks is getting a little annoying? -__-" I feel like killing her. And Chuck Bass *drools* and Blair Waldorf is getting sweeter than ever! Awwww. Okay, I wanna drown myself in romantic fantasies and make myself an emotional wreck. Goodnight babies! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Clauds; Dah, dah relink and adjusted the confusion of the links. :D&lt;br /&gt;Illa; Hi babe! Glad you dropped by. I've linked you, btw.&lt;br /&gt;Caramelboopz; Eh hello! Haha. Ape not funny?! Abeh tak tau leave link ah?&lt;br /&gt;Zhafir; -_________-" Mampos. Stop it eh kau! Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610008806442045858-1752582844342275996?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1752582844342275996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1752582844342275996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-pictures-with-jazaul-bariah.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-473099698569557455</id><published>2009-10-22T04:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T04:52:20.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/ons2/416/4163160/43_2009/b4e807379c75d922_Photo0396.preview.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much, Mohamed Alif.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610008806442045858-473099698569557455?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/473099698569557455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/473099698569557455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-you-mohamed-alif.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-1750224603524639814</id><published>2009-10-21T01:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T02:21:49.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello world. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got my hands on the computer. I remembered I had something in mind that I wanted to do. But I totally forgot about it. -_-" And hello world! I am blogging again. Not that I am new to the blogging world. It's just that, blogging publicly again is just so awkward. And oh, I read my archives yesterday. Couldn't stop reading every single post actually. I find myself rather annoying. Haha. My language is seriously beyond help/repair sometimes. I used to find all those things soo 'cool' but now, I don't know. I just find it weird. Funny how people change within a short term. But yeah, we all do. We constantly change as we grow and as we move on to a new environment. Basically, we just change. And don't get me wrong, change is good. You wouldn't want to wake up 20 years down the road and find yourself doing the same things and being the same person all over right? Some people don't favour change. But I do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyways, how was your Tuesday, everyone? Mine was all gooooood. I actually planned to go to school but well, I woke up late. Thanks eh. And when I wake up late, the possibilities of me going to school is actually almost non-existent. Haha. So yessss, I am a lazy bum. But so what! And yes, I was actually waiting at the Polyclinic when I told myself, to heck with the MC, let's just head down to Tampines to meet my love. ;) Fickle and annoying, I know. Didn't know why I actually ditched the clinic in the first place. No, it should be; I don't know why I actually went to the clinic in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I went to meet my love over at Tampines. I was late. Pffft. Like what the hell. It wasn't my fault lah please. The traffic chose to be heavy today. I was sooo annoyed when I was in the bus. Even the bus wasn't on my side. The driver drove like we were supposed to be on excursion. -_-" And so, Mohamed Alif wasn't happy when I reached. He forced me to walk and to make things worst, he walked too fast, I couldn't catch up. By the time we reached Pasir Ris, I was like a sweaty fat pig. It's been humid these days. Really. I feel like I'm in an oven, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to force him to rest for a while. Then we headed to his house. And that's where the good food comes in. His mum cooked mash potatoes, grilled chicken and salad. OMGGGG. SO HEAVENLY LAH PLEASE!!! I had 3 helpings of the salad. Wanted to help myself with the potatoes but I was too shy. If it was my mum's cooking, I'll be fat. LOL. I even asked his mum for the recipe. It was toooooooo goood. 4 thumbs up can? Haha. He sent me home after that to change and we went to Bukit Batok to get my kitties' cat litter and biscuits. Why BB? Because only BB has a 24 hour Shop &amp;amp; Save that sells 'Catsan'. So yessss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, my post is sooo damn wordy. And oh, mummy cooked Nasi Lemak! Heavenly!!! ^.^ I think I'm gonna watch 90210 and GG while eating. Me loooovesss my life. Haha. And I guess I'll be heading to Underwater World with my sister and my favourite lil' brat tomorrow after school.  ^.^ Won't be meeting my baby I guess. And I shouldn't because I've been meeting him for a few days straight now. He needs to get proper rest. What an understanding girlfriend. *Smacks my own head* Okay then, goodnight world! :D&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/7610008806442045858-1750224603524639814?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1750224603524639814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1750224603524639814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-395618937875944505</id><published>2009-10-20T00:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T01:22:06.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/StyaBD6pp_I/AAAAAAAAByM/DU6G7DK6yPs/s1600-h/Photo0458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/StyaBD6pp_I/AAAAAAAAByM/DU6G7DK6yPs/s400/Photo0458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394355796704864242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Pasir Ris. I cooked for boyfriend today upon his request and he is soooo gatal lor! We didn't finish up the food. Only the tiger prawwwns. ^.^ I had an enjoyable day with my baby. Been meeting almost everyday already. I am a happy happy girl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And school was sucha bore today! Only came for like an hour. Goddamned meaningless lah please. Didn't know that they made amendments to the timetable. -_-" My classes for Mondays will officially be only for two hours. Thanks ah. And oh, I think the lanyard thing is really not new lah huh. It's freaking troublesome due to the fact that my ezlink is now not in my wallet anymore. So somehow, a lot of times, when I am already on my way to the LRT/bustop, I'll have to turn back and take my stupid lanyard. Don't know why they created such rules. I mean, it's really meaningless! And I don't know why I'm annoyed by old news but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be another school day and since it's Tuesday, we'll be having S&amp;amp;W! Let's just hope that we can play our own games because I miss playing badminton with my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post is sucha bore. ): Sorry lah hor. Now, I have to bleach my school shirts. Sooo stressed already. And oh, have to get things ready for tomorrow. No, later. Okay bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Shizuko; You're linked babe! Thanks for visiting! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Alba; Biasa lah. :) Anws, you're linked. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/7610008806442045858-395618937875944505?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/395618937875944505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/395618937875944505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-got-back-from-pasir-ris.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/StyaBD6pp_I/AAAAAAAAByM/DU6G7DK6yPs/s72-c/Photo0458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-2657187357260973350</id><published>2009-10-19T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:45:57.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HELLO!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGG, it's been so long since I've been in the blogging world. I miss blogging publicly! And yes, sooooo many things happened to me within a bloody short period of time. But whatever. Those who had my 'unknown' blog link will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear bloggers, please TAG ME AND LEAVE ME YOUR LINKS. I TOTALLY LOST IT. I AM SOOOO SORRY. So yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall have a proper blog post later. Not now. My brain's totally blank right now. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So see you later! BYE.&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/7610008806442045858-2657187357260973350?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/2657187357260973350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/2657187357260973350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-omgggg-its-been-so-long-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-1986821653321211729</id><published>2009-07-27T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:40:12.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;School today was meaningless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended at 9.30 instead of 11! That's like 1.5 hours of school. Thanks eh. I was all hyped up for BZE, eventhough I had insufficient sleep. Anws, I was exceptionally hyper today. Ask my classmates, they know. God knows why lah. Oh, had Mos Burger today! I wanted to have Long John since it's been a while but they were still on breakfast mode &amp;amp; I was too hungry to wait so I had my all time favourite Teriyaki Chicken Burger. Chilled for a while &amp;amp; then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to follow my parents to Yew Tee to eat but I had to wait for the flowers to arrive. (It was meant to a suprise.) &amp;amp; Thanks eh delivery man, you arrived at 5. I slept from 1 &amp;amp; when I woke up, you still haven't arrived. But anyways, mother loved the surprise. She was so touched when she read the card, I know she was about to cry. But maintain cool lah. -_____-" You wait for Sunday then I give you your present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I know your birthday's about to end but Happy Birthday Mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sm3IkPbzYUI/AAAAAAAABxU/rg71JM2SjMo/s1600-h/P1040844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sm3IkPbzYUI/AAAAAAAABxU/rg71JM2SjMo/s400/P1040844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363163256212119874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all love you &amp;amp; you know it. May Allah bless you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, currently reading this book;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sm3IkXhGoqI/AAAAAAAABxc/ySuqUJYUvV4/s1600-h/n252071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sm3IkXhGoqI/AAAAAAAABxc/ySuqUJYUvV4/s400/n252071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363163258381836962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's by Cecilia Ahern. I just can't resist her books. They're all so 'unputdownable'. Haha. This current one seems nice but I just started. We'll see how it goes. Next book I'm gonna read will be by Sheila O'Flanagan. I guess they're only few authors whose books I read. I'm pretty selective. Besides, I don't want to waste time reading something that's not worth my time. Oh &amp;amp; the other day, I saw this book at Mustafa Centre. Here's the description of the book;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;′Abandoned′ tells the heartbreaking story of a little girl′s abusive childhood and her subsequent homelessness as an adult.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Born illegitimately to Irish lovers, Anya was given away by her real mother and brought up in England by her loving aunt. However, her childhood with her new family was far from happy - verbally and sexually abused for years, Anya finally cracked. She was only 11 years old.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Then, a few weeks after her violent uncle was taken away by the police for questioning, Anya lost her whole family overnight. They didn′t die, although they might as well have done; they just went away, abandoning her. There was no one else to care, so Anya pretended that she didn′t either. She learnt to shut down, and not to let anybody in.&lt;/p&gt;  She thought that she had worked through it all, overcome it. But then, several years later, through a series of unrelated problems, her life imploded again. Several things ended together: a job, a relationship, money, luck - and she ended up homeless and living in her car in a laneway at the edge of the woods&lt;br /&gt;(extracted from; http://www.harpercollins.com.au/book/index.aspx?isbn=9780007245734)&lt;/blockquote&gt;Seems interesting, right? The book's called Abandoned by Anya Peters. I am feeling soooo ambitious right now! Okay, gotta get ready for school tomorrow. &amp;amp; At the same time, resume my reading. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; You, go get yourself someone better. &lt;/span&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/7610008806442045858-1986821653321211729?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1986821653321211729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1986821653321211729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/07/school-today-was-meaningless-i-ended-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sm3IkPbzYUI/AAAAAAAABxU/rg71JM2SjMo/s72-c/P1040844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-6149416380908634897</id><published>2009-07-26T04:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T05:00:29.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello there blog world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I've updated. Been too busy. Anyways, I just got back from Mustafa Centre with the family. We've been too busy that we forgot to spend quality time together. &amp;amp; It is sad, really. Mummy bought groceries &amp;amp; other necessities. I, on the other hand, got my phone topped up &amp;amp; my mascara. Oh yeah, yesterday, which was a few hours ago, was my boyfriend's birthday. The birthday boy was very petty but I had to just entertain him cause it's his day. He made mine so I had to make his too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met for a while just now though he had some kenduri going on at home. It was some doa selamat for his birthday &amp;amp; so was for his parents, sister &amp;amp; aunty who are going to Mekah next week. Didn't attend cause I was too paiseh. -_-" So, back to the birthday boy; He was all so annoying! But everytime he talks, he'll insert "Birthday boy don't want!" or "Birthday boy want!", I had to entertain him. I planned a surprise for him the day before since he wanted one. But I made it super discreet. Told him I was working &amp;amp; he believed it! Got Asari (who was the bait), Annie, Kikyn &amp;amp; Zhafir involved. Thank you, folks! Went to Pasir Ris at around 9 to wait up for Zhafir to book out. Asari was already at Boyfriend's house, chilling out. Initially, Zhafir wanted to change but since he booked out late, we just headed to his house area. Asked him to call Asari but he called Boyfriend instead. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless,  the plan succeeded! When he saw the cupcakes (I made them), he was jumping like a mad boy cause he didn't expect them. :D See Alif, no matter what, I know what to do lah. I am NOT BORING! Lol. Pictures will be posted up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, the whole week's been about school. Been attending school for a whole week. Only didn't attend BZE lesson for Friday cause I woke up late but hey, I made an improvement! :D Speaking of school, I am actually upset that I am putting on weight! Gosh! I've been eating too much. I should stop procrastinating &amp;amp; start dieting/exercising. It's getting on my nerves! I should start saving &amp;amp; buying things I wanna buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, birthday pictures are here!&lt;br /&gt;(This is for those who doesn't have me in their friend list in FB!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SmtsfZieX9I/AAAAAAAABuc/Hi1YF2jkV8w/s1600-h/Photo0174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SmtsfZieX9I/AAAAAAAABuc/Hi1YF2jkV8w/s400/Photo0174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362499068001935314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Smtsf1srfNI/AAAAAAAABuk/sF8bqbDTJIY/s1600-h/Photo0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Smtsf1srfNI/AAAAAAAABuk/sF8bqbDTJIY/s400/Photo0175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362499075560930514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SmtsgLYXx2I/AAAAAAAABus/-IoaTVQ105E/s1600-h/Photo0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SmtvZe-gsSI/AAAAAAAABwM/lEUoc0VPjXk/s400/Photo0220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362502264917373218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SmtwTOth0QI/AAAAAAAABxM/m9dNlmuyXwU/s1600-h/Photo0222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SmtwTOth0QI/AAAAAAAABxM/m9dNlmuyXwU/s400/Photo0222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362503256983589122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SmtwS1XfWMI/AAAAAAAABxE/E5QGQWG50ZQ/s1600-h/Photo0224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SmtwS1XfWMI/AAAAAAAABxE/E5QGQWG50ZQ/s400/Photo0224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362503250180266178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SmtwSvzkB1I/AAAAAAAABw8/_xhrrHADIow/s1600-h/Photo0225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SmtwSvzkB1I/AAAAAAAABw8/_xhrrHADIow/s400/Photo0225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362503248687400786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SmtwSUIQfrI/AAAAAAAABw0/ajw2NETw6oI/s1600-h/Photo0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SmtwSUIQfrI/AAAAAAAABw0/ajw2NETw6oI/s400/Photo0226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362503241258008242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SmtwRxvNGKI/AAAAAAAABws/TUMwPL93WHg/s1600-h/Photo0228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SmtwRxvNGKI/AAAAAAAABws/TUMwPL93WHg/s400/Photo0228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362503232026122402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay so, basically, on my birthday, I told Alif that I wanted to go Sentosa. Not only because I missed the place but because he hasn't been there for more than 10 years. Had a great time with him. Unforgettable, I must say. &amp;amp; Oh, he was one jakun boy that day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, gotta sleep. I have work later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S; Baby claims that he has a blog when he doesn't even know Blogger's main login page website. Thanks eh Alif. -_-"&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/7610008806442045858-6149416380908634897?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/6149416380908634897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/6149416380908634897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-there-blog-world-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SmtsfZieX9I/AAAAAAAABuc/Hi1YF2jkV8w/s72-c/Photo0174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-6279416420274362388</id><published>2009-07-20T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T01:49:01.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will blog about all the birthday celebrations later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a headache right now. I am trying all ways &amp;amp; means to research about Men &amp;amp; Women. The topic is; "Men are more logic than women." Sigh sigh. Honestly, it's a very hard topic. I personally think that all these depends on case to case. Men are sometimes more logic but sometimes, they can be assholes too! Women are more emotional &amp;amp; stupid but hey, they can be logical too! Aiyoh, it's a bit confusing. Because on whole, EVERYONE is different. It's giving me a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Then there's another two topics;  "Men need less cuddling &amp;amp; communication" &amp;amp; "Men are more independent &amp;amp; need more space". Wah piang, I can dieee!!! Gosh, I haven't done last week's assignments. I must crack my head &amp;amp; fast. I have school in a few hours time &amp;amp; I haven't done anything. Screw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells, boyfriend has been sick for 4 days already. 4 days!! I can go bonkers. I hate it when he's sick. He's all whiny, annoying &amp;amp; he doesn't listen to me. I can take it if he's whiny &amp;amp; all but he listens to what I say. But no, he's not. He thinks that well, just lying down &amp;amp; resting will do the trick. It doesn't! Well, not for me. I'm the sort of person who doesn't care about my sickness. I don't like to layan it so much. I'd rather drink loads of water &amp;amp; head out or at least have a walk or something. &amp;amp; It usually works. That's why I rarely fall sick. Boyfriend's fever has been yo-yo-ing with him for 4 days now. &amp;amp; All he's been doing is whine. Even when his mother asked him to go to the hospital earlier today, he refused. NOT FUNNY!!!! EEEEEEE. I told that if he doesn't go to the bloody hospital tomorrow, I'm not gonna talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I hope I won't have to do that. Sigh. He is one annoying prat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay done whining, have to do more research now. (For BZE &amp;amp; LPD module) I'd rather die, please.&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/7610008806442045858-6279416420274362388?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/6279416420274362388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/6279416420274362388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/07/will-blog-about-all-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-6190981583479749938</id><published>2009-07-20T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:21:52.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally changed my skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update ASAP. :D&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/7610008806442045858-6190981583479749938?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/6190981583479749938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/6190981583479749938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-changed-my-skin-will-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-1699954116244266676</id><published>2009-07-09T04:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T04:53:36.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At 1, I was feeling relaxed. Still pondering what to do. But I had boyfriend accompanying me on the phone. We talked but we hung up soon after cause he just took his medicine cause he had some splitting headache going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2, he called again. Asked me what I was doing. Told him I was chilling around. Then I heard a knock on the window. Assumed that it was my dad &amp;amp; boyfriend hung up immediately without saying goodbye. When I opened the door, I saw this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SlUF2QVCCsI/AAAAAAAABuE/Max4uhAG10w/s1600-h/Photo0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SlUF2QVCCsI/AAAAAAAABuE/Max4uhAG10w/s400/Photo0173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356193761481329346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But with the candle lighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless &amp;amp; lost for words. All I did was cry. Thank you Baby. You're so very sweet. :)&lt;br /&gt;Guess you know that I needed ice cream anyway. Oh yes, it's my favourite B&amp;amp;J's, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough. :D We spent our time finishing the whole tub slowly. Took us more than half an hour instead of my usual 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I have a boyfriend who went the extra mile to surprise me on my birthday &amp;amp; this is his first time surprising a girl on her birthday. How belo lah the both of us. Yet, I enjoy every single bit. Almost every of my wishes came true. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have more hours to come. Hope I can spend it with Baby. :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Will update on my birthday soon. It's still my birthday.. So, I'll update when everything's over. Haha.&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/7610008806442045858-1699954116244266676?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1699954116244266676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1699954116244266676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-1-i-was-feeling-relaxed.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SlUF2QVCCsI/AAAAAAAABuE/Max4uhAG10w/s72-c/Photo0173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-4883342408147988003</id><published>2009-07-07T18:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:37:31.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just came back from Fifa's house!&lt;br /&gt;Got molested by her &amp;amp; we both even had our power naps. -__-" Perangai swine to the core. What to do. School was errr, boring? Only 3 out of the usual 7 attended school. &amp;amp; That was me, Fifa &amp;amp; Nisa. The rest were on MC. Even Nisa went home after a few hours. So Fifa &amp;amp; I were left feeling all so lost. LOL. But I did have fun with her lah duh. See you tmr bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about tomorrow, I have BZE test coming up. Tsk!!! Very mafan. I had 3 weeks to revise but I did nothing. &amp;amp; Now, I am kanchiong-ing about the test. So much procrastination. Oh &amp;amp; exams are in September. Next semester, we'll learn new modules &amp;amp; I wonder what are they. Guess it's gonna include some Adobe shit. Well, I hope it does! Excel is driving me crazy! Oh yes, I also have dinner with all my siblings &amp;amp; momma cause yaw shawty, Thursday's my birthday! Hahahaha. Wth. Yeah, I am turning 19! Finally. Next year dah 20. Time flies so fast! I still remember being in secondary school, dressing up like some kental idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Yes, I still have no plans for Thursday. &amp;amp; Oh, yesterday was fun. :D We were all so hyper in school. Guess that was why the rest didn't attend school today. (Read; We were all drained out.) We also snapped a lot of pictures in class. &amp;amp; I had work yesterday. Tiring okay! Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SlMjeImHPnI/AAAAAAAABtM/yXLR0Gl9qiY/s1600-h/Photo0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SlMjeImHPnI/AAAAAAAABtM/yXLR0Gl9qiY/s400/Photo0107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355663382484041330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SlMjfdOVaSI/AAAAAAAABts/6G24KmropIs/s1600-h/Photo0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SlMjfdOVaSI/AAAAAAAABts/6G24KmropIs/s400/Photo0125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355663405201320226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SlMjfJcBC5I/AAAAAAAABtk/fwkWjY0xl5I/s1600-h/Photo0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SlMjfJcBC5I/AAAAAAAABtk/fwkWjY0xl5I/s400/Photo0123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355663399889996690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SlMje7hSFYI/AAAAAAAABtc/TzIPJn_kbnE/s1600-h/Photo0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SlMje7hSFYI/AAAAAAAABtc/TzIPJn_kbnE/s400/Photo0114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355663396153988482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SlMjebnV4ZI/AAAAAAAABtU/Yk393xqxv6k/s1600-h/Photo0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SlMjebnV4ZI/AAAAAAAABtU/Yk393xqxv6k/s400/Photo0109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355663387589468562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SlMj1kO2PZI/AAAAAAAABt8/cq4Qool0uoU/s1600-h/Photo0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SlMj1kO2PZI/AAAAAAAABt8/cq4Qool0uoU/s400/Photo0138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355663785039642002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SlMj1Ubs-fI/AAAAAAAABt0/uKksCyRDGho/s1600-h/Photo0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SlMj1Ubs-fI/AAAAAAAABt0/uKksCyRDGho/s400/Photo0145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355663780798593522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dah lah, I think I wanna tidy the house a bit &amp;amp; try to at least study! Heeeeeeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah lah, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eff&lt;/span&gt;; Heheheh. Yes! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iica&lt;/span&gt;; Hi babe! Left you an email. Text me please. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clauds&lt;/span&gt;; Dah relink lah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noi&lt;/span&gt;; Hahahaha. Memang skrg susah nak dpt keje. Aku working in F&amp;amp;B now. A chnge for me, actually. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/7610008806442045858-4883342408147988003?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4883342408147988003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4883342408147988003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-came-back-from-fifas-house-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SlMjeImHPnI/AAAAAAAABtM/yXLR0Gl9qiY/s72-c/Photo0107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-3082401515396136853</id><published>2009-07-04T03:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T03:42:53.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gosh! My blog is so the god damned berabuk sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for the lack of updates. Just a bit busy with life. I now have a job! Wooooh! Alhamdulilah. The last time when I was waiting for school, I applied at a lot of places but to no avail. This time round, I went only for one interview &amp;amp; fortunately, I got it. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I am going to be a busy woman. If you need to make plans with me, tell me a week in advance please! Chey, step mane nye VIP. Bedal baru tahu. Anyways, school will be resuming like next week. &amp;amp; Wtf, I soooo dread it! My friends &amp;amp; I haven't even done anything on our CMB project. -_-" Tu lah, jumpe asek lepak pegi,  lepak balek. Productivity; 0%.  &amp;amp; Some more I have a BZE test coming up on the 8th!!! Gooodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on top of all that, somebody's birthday is coming up yaw!!! &amp;amp; That's mine. :D :D Although I know there's nothing to look forward to, I am just hoping that it'll be a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah, the next post will be picture post okay? I need to sleep now, I have work at 12 later. Gdnight!&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/7610008806442045858-3082401515396136853?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/3082401515396136853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/3082401515396136853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/07/gosh-my-blog-is-so-god-damned-berabuk.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-8495045107539017246</id><published>2009-06-28T13:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:48:10.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkcAxNOIjfI/AAAAAAAABs8/LGGxeb44rvU/s1600-h/1_402834928l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkcAxNOIjfI/AAAAAAAABs8/LGGxeb44rvU/s400/1_402834928l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352247527515655666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 19th Dearest Hanah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wish you the best of luck in everything you do &amp;amp; may Allah bless you!&lt;br /&gt;P.S; Eventhough we're not as close as we were, I still remember the littlest things about us.&lt;br /&gt;Love you Gf! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610008806442045858-8495045107539017246?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/8495045107539017246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/8495045107539017246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-19th-dearest-hanah-wish-you-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkcAxNOIjfI/AAAAAAAABs8/LGGxeb44rvU/s72-c/1_402834928l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-4171362557462032929</id><published>2009-06-25T05:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T05:38:05.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's private!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://veiledaffaire.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Leave your email.&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/7610008806442045858-4171362557462032929?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4171362557462032929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4171362557462032929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-private.html' title='It&apos;s private!'/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-801452587134079406</id><published>2009-06-24T09:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:30:07.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's early morning &amp;amp; I can't sleep, like still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing SIMS CASTAWAY on my PSP. I feel like I have no life sia. Tsk. Kesian sia aku. Okay, I sound so pathetic. Boyfriend is having stupid reservist course &amp;amp; here I am, bloggging about nothing. -__-" &amp;amp; Talk about reservist course, waaaahhh, my boyfriend is gonna ORD like sooon. Baik ah ORD but for now, you pelan pelan kayuh kay Baby? Haha. Omigaaawddd. It's been like 4 days since I last met him. Punye lah lama. But I feel nothing. My days seems to pass to slowly &amp;amp; I don't even care about it. I am savouring this week's holiday period because I think next week will be all about training. But good lah, keeps me occupied. At least it'll save someone's misery of being stalked. &amp;amp; That, I am referring to my boyfriend. Sibeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't know what to blog about. But anyways, I read my private blog yesterday. The old LatentAffaire one. I feel like reopening it back! I loveeee private stuffs. &amp;amp; After reading the private blog, it makes me think that my relationship has gone up to a whole new level. HAHAHAHA. WTF. It's true! I still remember whining about my boyfriend in my own little language. You private readers would know lah. So how? Want me to let you all read or not? Nak, leave email. Macam tak tau pulak. &amp;amp; MOTHER, YOU ARE EXCLUDED. Contents will be spilled to you by my own, okay? :D :D &amp;amp; I think this time round, there'll be more people invited. But we'll see lah huh. I'll change the URL, maybe, maybe not. Don't know. But there's one new post already. So siapa cepat, dia dapat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; On a totally random note, I miss Erwin! I miss his, "Mat Erwin!" &amp;amp; Him, forever wanting to take the bus. -_-" Takpe Boy Biskot, kau tengok kay? Once kau dah besar confirm asek nak naik cab, macam mak kau. HAHAHHA. Sorry Kak, but it's true. I miss that boy!!! Aiyoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, last Friday was a mini family celebration for the family's biggest Bimbo, KIKYN. HAHA. We had dinner at Newton &amp;amp; sister bought her a C&amp;amp;K bag (you lucky bimbo! LOL) and even a Thomas &amp;amp; Friends cake. I don't know why lah, but every year, her cake must be some cartoon character. Maybe cause she's the youngest in the family, that's why. Hahahaha. Next year, aku belikan kau cake Winx Club cause it's the same as Zhafir's email. -_-" Merepek nye aku. Ya Allah. Oh yes, Boy Pendek will be booking out this Friday. &amp;amp; That makes Kikyn &amp;amp; boyfriend double happy. Sometimes I think that my boyfriend is secretly gay. He's been missing Zhafir too much sia. It worries me. Dah lah, enough of my nonsense!!! Here are pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES NOT IN ORDER, THANK YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkGMdyYJK5I/AAAAAAAABqU/A3iFNXEPZlo/s1600-h/3642607403_b80c8637c1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkGMdyYJK5I/AAAAAAAABqU/A3iFNXEPZlo/s400/3642607403_b80c8637c1_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350712275659991954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkGMdUnvznI/AAAAAAAABqM/wgYwIDz3SfM/s1600-h/3642604569_557412770b_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkGMdUnvznI/AAAAAAAABqM/wgYwIDz3SfM/s400/3642604569_557412770b_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350712267672374898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkGMdHCE5DI/AAAAAAAABqE/s1hqQsEwF6M/s1600-h/3642588925_42ccb70a23_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkGOcVG1DhI/AAAAAAAABr0/TS6ZHs8keBU/s400/3643431590_f851b9e5c2_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350714449646128658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkGOcEOvS4I/AAAAAAAABrs/cmScya6NP1I/s1600-h/3643425014_2319454aa3_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkGOcEOvS4I/AAAAAAAABrs/cmScya6NP1I/s400/3643425014_2319454aa3_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350714445115902850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas ni, sesiapa nak hate tag, hate tag lah. Gasak mak korang. Hahahaha. Have a great weeek! :D&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/7610008806442045858-801452587134079406?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/801452587134079406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/801452587134079406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-early-morning-i-cant-sleep-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkGMdyYJK5I/AAAAAAAABqU/A3iFNXEPZlo/s72-c/3642607403_b80c8637c1_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-3154328214270249086</id><published>2009-06-22T01:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T02:14:16.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yo! What's up?&lt;br /&gt;I am currently watching 'Is She Really Going Out With Him?' on Mtv.com. &amp;amp; I just finished watching 16 &amp;amp; pregnant. That is a must watch show! These girls are 16 but they're so brave to actually not abort those little innocent kittes. Sorry, babies. Especially the second episode. Very the brave, you! She dumped her psychotic ex &amp;amp; still had his baby. Thumbs up girl! You're soooo independant. (Can't find the words actually. So asal boleh independant je lah. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my weekends were rather bleak. I didn't go out for both days! Boyfriend came over on Saturday. That too, around 9pm, which was rather late. We chilled outside my house. Dah lama sekali tak chill luar rumah! The last time was like erk, before Zhafir went to NS. &amp;amp; That was like a few weeks ago. I trimmed his eyebrows &amp;amp; clipped his nails. Dah macam some king. King ape? King kong. -_-" Mum cooked pasta for us. He's one lucky brat, I guess. Haha. But we had some quality time cause I didn't meet him over a week. I had some stuffs to settle &amp;amp; he was as usual, plain lazy &amp;amp; sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, when he was about to go home, we sat under the void deck, talking about all our pasts. Like how we met, how we got to know that we've actually seen each other eversince we were a kid, how awkward everything was &amp;amp; how long it took for me to actually drop my guard. It is sooo funny how I actually agreed to be his girlfriend. I was just scared that I took over 8/9 months to actually really trust him. But so far, things have been good. It's like one of my first relationship in which we RARELY argue. Which is a good sign, Alhamdulilah. &amp;amp; Even when we argue, it's weird but we actually enjoy doing it. -_-" Anyhoooots, Baby, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes yes, my birthday is like sooo sooon. I have nothing planned cause it's just another year that I grow older. But I am just hoping that I could spend the evening at Sentosa, alone with my fatboy. It's a school day, but then. Sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of boyfriend talk. I gotta go &amp;amp; watch 'Is She Really Going Out With Him?' Damn interesting! Go watch kay kay? Mwahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;More pictures, the next update. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eff&lt;/span&gt;; Hehehe. At least ade plan jugak. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elissa&lt;/span&gt;; Oh, hospitality! Cool! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gibby&lt;/span&gt;; Hey classmate! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nazirah&lt;/span&gt;; Eh no thanks, paiseh sia aku! Hahaha. She looks exactly like you in real life! &amp;amp; I know you're mad, chill out. Aku pun tak suka. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/7610008806442045858-3154328214270249086?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/3154328214270249086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/3154328214270249086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/06/yo-whats-up-i-am-currently-watching-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-3514410713840711134</id><published>2009-06-20T05:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T05:19:22.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mum was talking to me about this just now;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjwABWrtgYI/AAAAAAAABps/J5tQMVzGOII/s1600-h/5179_110464025498_725255498_3356147_7858801_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjwABWrtgYI/AAAAAAAABps/J5tQMVzGOII/s400/5179_110464025498_725255498_3356147_7858801_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349150480678093186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this was taken in China. It was from my brother's album, actually. He's on the way back to Singapore, having some road trip for a month. Heh. Happening eh.&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, understand what it means?&lt;br /&gt;It means, permitted to foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;Their english sungguh asal boleh. *faints* I was laughing my ass off when we're talking about it. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&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/7610008806442045858-3514410713840711134?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/3514410713840711134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/3514410713840711134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/06/mum-was-talking-to-me-about-this-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjwABWrtgYI/AAAAAAAABps/J5tQMVzGOII/s72-c/5179_110464025498_725255498_3356147_7858801_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-598555765269597156</id><published>2009-06-19T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:53:17.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey Babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, my days have been hectic. &amp;amp; Hell, one week of holiday has already passed! Time flies man! Anyways, here's for Monday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was splendid! It was spent with Kikyn, Sister, Bro-in-law, Erwin, both his sisters as well as Bro-in-law's sister. Went to accompany the kids for swimming. Erwin was as usual, scared at first. He hugged me so tight when I was carrying him! How cute lah that lil' boy. :D After much forcing, he was finally okay. Guess he thought that the water was a little deep for him. Heh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjpY5d5INZI/AAAAAAAABlM/nik1YNvg2es/s1600-h/3635735697_c33f39a8a6_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjpY5d5INZI/AAAAAAAABlM/nik1YNvg2es/s400/3635735697_c33f39a8a6_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348685251755914642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjpY5J0_HnI/AAAAAAAABlE/BHM0XuOLyEE/s1600-h/3635721213_75aa54e6d1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjpY5J0_HnI/AAAAAAAABlE/BHM0XuOLyEE/s400/3635721213_75aa54e6d1_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348685246369832562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjpY5AxprQI/AAAAAAAABk8/e_zlKu3TMoM/s1600-h/3635702481_2919cd70b5_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sjskk3l3pxI/AAAAAAAABnM/VF3tVx-qXwQ/s400/3636560876_a5b21de5c2_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348909198249273106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjskkuPts4I/AAAAAAAABnE/euXyT4FH6zk/s1600-h/3636546394_e5b85c7d2f_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjskkuPts4I/AAAAAAAABnE/euXyT4FH6zk/s400/3636546394_e5b85c7d2f_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348909195740427138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we had to camwhore in between. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sjsh7OrdJYI/AAAAAAAABmE/Ws6kveTip4s/s1600-h/3635787301_4288d870bb_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjslK6AMq4I/AAAAAAAABns/P3VGl224DEs/s400/3636613334_08869b105d_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348909851731602306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjslKiDFEbI/AAAAAAAABnk/__t52sCyPiY/s1600-h/3636584928_c27d713ac4_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjslKiDFEbI/AAAAAAAABnk/__t52sCyPiY/s400/3636584928_c27d713ac4_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348909845301236146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've got nothing better to do like that. Hahah. Oh &amp;amp; Erwin looks soooo cute after swimming! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjslkDjX-hI/AAAAAAAABoc/sL_e_LsHbMc/s1600-h/3635836749_048f5b0e94_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjslkDjX-hI/AAAAAAAABoc/sL_e_LsHbMc/s400/3635836749_048f5b0e94_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348910283791792658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sjslj36jUQI/AAAAAAAABoU/LGOwZNsMQbo/s1600-h/3635827779_09a615a862_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sjslj36jUQI/AAAAAAAABoU/LGOwZNsMQbo/s400/3635827779_09a615a862_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348910280667779330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjsljooUVTI/AAAAAAAABoM/fZH-VnzZiA0/s1600-h/3635823203_00679ef763_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjsljooUVTI/AAAAAAAABoM/fZH-VnzZiA0/s400/3635823203_00679ef763_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348910276564768050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjsljreZz9I/AAAAAAAABoE/DK1lD34UV1M/s1600-h/3635818943_ab2c852083_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjsljreZz9I/AAAAAAAABoE/DK1lD34UV1M/s400/3635818943_ab2c852083_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348910277328490450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjsljT76eyI/AAAAAAAABn8/ModG_oVjgc0/s1600-h/3635814517_f8a64bbede_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjsljT76eyI/AAAAAAAABn8/ModG_oVjgc0/s400/3635814517_f8a64bbede_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348910271009815330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjsmJUlIzWI/AAAAAAAABos/iYsxmfSXIuM/s1600-h/3635846005_3c873cae53_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjsmJUlIzWI/AAAAAAAABos/iYsxmfSXIuM/s400/3635846005_3c873cae53_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348910924017749346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjsmJJTUIzI/AAAAAAAABok/97t1DSxSJho/s1600-h/3635841383_192db16d76_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjsmJJTUIzI/AAAAAAAABok/97t1DSxSJho/s400/3635841383_192db16d76_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348910920990204722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is sooo adorable! &amp;amp; He is starting to learn everyone's name. But of course lah, he is a bit pelat. You don't expect him to ace out everything in a single go right? Heh. &amp;amp; Yes, look at my sister! She's losing weight! I think because of Erwin lah. Hahaha. Anyways, after everything, we headed for Simpang where we ate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjsnY0bu0II/AAAAAAAABpE/R05q8ShDsK0/s1600-h/3636685940_87297c5e90_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjsnY0bu0II/AAAAAAAABpE/R05q8ShDsK0/s400/3636685940_87297c5e90_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348912289777897602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjsnYq4DCHI/AAAAAAAABo8/K33Ap9JIuDA/s1600-h/3636676076_bf661b600a_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjsnYq4DCHI/AAAAAAAABo8/K33Ap9JIuDA/s400/3636676076_bf661b600a_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348912287212308594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjsnYlmZ9VI/AAAAAAAABo0/2jv9xCIBuTE/s1600-h/3636671570_2c45c093a1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjsnYlmZ9VI/AAAAAAAABo0/2jv9xCIBuTE/s400/3636671570_2c45c093a1_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348912285796136274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjuxWLU94VI/AAAAAAAABpc/H9r8pvyCog0/s1600-h/3636708756_320ffa4fc8_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjuxWLU94VI/AAAAAAAABpc/H9r8pvyCog0/s400/3636708756_320ffa4fc8_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349063976988565842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjuxV4ydLcI/AAAAAAAABpU/DdpiEy5fUh0/s1600-h/3636695200_2f95c5920f_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjuxV4ydLcI/AAAAAAAABpU/DdpiEy5fUh0/s400/3636695200_2f95c5920f_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349063972011978178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjuxV6U8ViI/AAAAAAAABpM/8nvB5Tn2-Kc/s1600-h/3636690310_60381f0cc5_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjuxV6U8ViI/AAAAAAAABpM/8nvB5Tn2-Kc/s400/3636690310_60381f0cc5_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349063972425061922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After which, we also headed for Tanglin Mall to fetch Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjuyUx1RqLI/AAAAAAAABpk/r3VVbqZ-b4A/s1600-h/3636713060_afb7ec8271_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjuyUx1RqLI/AAAAAAAABpk/r3VVbqZ-b4A/s400/3636713060_afb7ec8271_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349065052476516530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After all that jazz, we went home lor! Sister &amp;amp; Bro-in-law dropped by &amp;amp; I got to mandikan this lil' boy. He is sooo cute. Yelah, Erwin forever cute what. Even Alif the brat is jealous cause I talk about this boy 24/7. What to do. Baby is busy with sleeping &amp;amp; friends what. So I keep myself busy with family. At least more productive, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 17th birthday, Kikyn!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you grow to be less bimbotic. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Love you, sister! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I've had a very long day. Need to rest. &amp;amp; I feel full. Thanks to the birthday dinner at Newton. :D Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610008806442045858-598555765269597156?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/598555765269597156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/598555765269597156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-babies-my-god-my-days-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjpY5d5INZI/AAAAAAAABlM/nik1YNvg2es/s72-c/3635735697_c33f39a8a6_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-512316689856708067</id><published>2009-06-16T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:21:48.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjdjrqK5oJI/AAAAAAAABkk/nHESKKh421Q/s1600-h/adsasda.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjdjrqK5oJI/AAAAAAAABkk/nHESKKh421Q/s400/adsasda.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347852684231286930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that my mother is soo KPO. Hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Still waiting for pictures from my sister. So will not update till then. :)&lt;br /&gt;P.S; Wonder why hate taggers don't dare to tag at my board. Pressure eh? I haven't banned anyone yet. :)&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/7610008806442045858-512316689856708067?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/512316689856708067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/512316689856708067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-i-think-that-my-mother-is-soo.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjdjrqK5oJI/AAAAAAAABkk/nHESKKh421Q/s72-c/adsasda.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-2664693082065940899</id><published>2009-06-16T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:37:19.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Private post is up!&lt;br /&gt;Check your emails, Babies! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Attica.&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/7610008806442045858-2664693082065940899?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/2664693082065940899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/2664693082065940899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/06/private-post-is-up-check-your-emails.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-1678338595291127040</id><published>2009-06-14T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:58:15.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello! My next post is set to private. Please leave your emails to read. Like I said, doesn't have to be Blogger email, a personal email would do too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, I think there's too many things that have been happening that involves my name in the cyber world. &amp;amp; Gosh, it's so annoying. I get tags, comparing me to my sisters &amp;amp; raking up about the pasts. Especially about me, Alba &amp;amp; Khai. (Get back to that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, I feel that my sisters &amp;amp; I have many different qualities which we don't share. For example, Kikyn knows how to make up really nicely but I don't. &amp;amp; I do know how to bake but my sister don't. See, even laying out an example has already compared us. &amp;amp; I don't like that. You see our differences, you shut up. We're not strangers who can completely tolerate comparison. We live under the same roof. We know each other better than anybody out there. There are things we are good at &amp;amp; things we're not. Comparing our physique doesn't make us happy either. I am bigger sized &amp;amp; less attractive than Kikyn, that I know. Now, what if you have a sister who is far more attractive than you &amp;amp; everywhere you go, people would compare you. How would you feel? I don't really feel anything because only the people around me knows. We receive the same amount of attention from relatives &amp;amp; family members, regardless the fact that one is more attractive than the other. So, if you don't mind, STOP COMPARING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Next, about Khai, Alba &amp;amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;The reason I brought up this matter is because I saw a tag from Fee (takde keje lain, sape lagi lah kan) at Alba's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjTw-jqT_bI/AAAAAAAABgU/ViHmVYpNwxc/s1600-h/dfbe.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 81px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjTw-jqT_bI/AAAAAAAABgU/ViHmVYpNwxc/s400/dfbe.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347163615110888882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjTw-0NNa9I/AAAAAAAABgc/dyADulR6Zy8/s1600-h/sdvsdvw.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjTw-0NNa9I/AAAAAAAABgc/dyADulR6Zy8/s400/sdvsdvw.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347163619552226258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honestly eh, if you don't know about OUR story, don't fucking annoy me. Khai left me for a reason &amp;amp; for whatever reason it is, there was a blessing is disguise in which I found my current boyfriend, Alif. I'm happy with him &amp;amp; Alba's happy with Khai. We're SOOOO OVER THAT. So regardless why Khai left me, it was for a reason &amp;amp; that reason will remain between the three of us. You, who don't know, please shut up. Prangai takmo makcik quaters, macam paham. If you think you know, you'd have heard the story from all three sides. BUT, even if you do, kau boleh buat ape? It's already a year plus since everything happened. I don't wish for me &amp;amp; my ex to patch things up. We've gone our separate ways, period. Paham? I have Alif. We're happy in our own private life, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; One more thing, if you think you'd wanna spit on my face, come &amp;amp; face me &amp;amp; do it. At least that'll save yourself from being called a coward. If you have an issue with me &amp;amp; I know you, I'd understand. But if you're some stranger who thinks that muka aku pecah &amp;amp; that you don't like me for no reason or just because muka aku irritating, then save your breath &amp;amp; energy from trying to hate tag me. Aku pon penat nak retaliate. &amp;amp; One more thing, hating me without any reason is a waste of time cause you don't even know me. I don't give good first impressions you know. &amp;amp; Yeah, try bringing me down lah. The least I can do is just yawn. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about you. But I care about YOU, raking up the past when all three of us are done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done. Bye! :D&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/7610008806442045858-1678338595291127040?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1678338595291127040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1678338595291127040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-my-next-post-is-set-to-private.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SjTw-jqT_bI/AAAAAAAABgU/ViHmVYpNwxc/s72-c/dfbe.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-3864840879989914834</id><published>2009-06-14T02:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T02:33:50.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Going semi-private.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leave your emails. Doesn't have to be Blogger email. Just need your personal ones. This next post is definitely going private. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noi&lt;/span&gt;; Ah! Explorer kids looked fun! But unfortunately, si boy biskot tak nak masok. He said he was scared. o.O Haha. But kalau aku lah kan, I think I'd be inside there having fun already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todoshi&lt;/span&gt;; Yeap, it's Ain. :) Actually, there are two Ain(s). Which one are you referring to? The ex-MI babe or the party animal one? Heh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shacute&lt;/span&gt;; Hahaha. Yeap, it was me. Bukan tak nk tegur lah, very the paiseh le! You were looking at me what, so I thought you knew who I was. Abeh skali you don't. LOL. Sorry eh babe. Will tegur next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaza&lt;/span&gt;; It's brownies, babe. Heheh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nani&lt;/span&gt;; Haha. Kau random pe Nani. Yes, I miss you too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ria&lt;/span&gt;; Haha. Thanks babe! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eff&lt;/span&gt;; Update? Leave your email first, kay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elissamiyuki&lt;/span&gt;; Heheh. It's brownies lah babe. Too bad, dah habis lah babe. Heheh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/7610008806442045858-3864840879989914834?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/3864840879989914834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/3864840879989914834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/06/going-semi-private.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-2190735115702956123</id><published>2009-06-10T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:58:51.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't know that my blog or at least my face is sooooo alluring until there's hate taggers. LOL. Thanks, loving the attention. &amp;amp; Yes, I don't deny that my sister's prettier than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But there's one thing you don't know lah I think; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It takes more than just words &amp;amp; guts to bring me down. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610008806442045858-2190735115702956123?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/2190735115702956123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/2190735115702956123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/06/didnt-know-that-my-blog-or-at-least-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-5055890142168671143</id><published>2009-06-09T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:50:54.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just got back home from school &amp;amp; I am sooo super tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my 2.4km run today. My stamina has really dropped lor! I used to be able to finish the run by latest, 12 minutes but just now, I think I took 15-16 minutes to complete it. -_-" So unfit already. Must train more. Biasa lor, prangai like swine already, eat too much, ape tak stamina kering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had a ball of a time in school today! Minus the fact that I got to know that I have to complete all my OFA assignments by the end of this week &amp;amp; get it handed up. Yes, I've finished almost all but the printing process will be like such a drag lor! But it's okay cause I'm counting down to the holidays which is like 3 more days away! &amp;amp; Oh, I guess I'll be meeting elder sister on Thursday since I end early. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the weekends was okay. Saturday was spent panicking for a false alarm &amp;amp; had to go to Downtown on Sunday to deliver these;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Si5KYas55TI/AAAAAAAABgM/6kySNBKTycU/s1600-h/P1050342eqcde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Si5KYas55TI/AAAAAAAABgM/6kySNBKTycU/s400/P1050342eqcde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345291591080338738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to meet boyfriend but he had other plans instead. &amp;amp; It's been 4 days since we last met! Wanted to meet him just now but he was busy sleeping. So, I'll pass for today. Maybe tomorrow or something lah. OH!!! Zhafir's going for NS on Friday sia. Hahaha. Time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay dah lah. I'm so shagged. Need to eat &amp;amp; rest.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hanah&lt;/span&gt;; Hehe. Desk job mah! Tahan je lah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ria;&lt;/span&gt; Alah babe, you can what! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zi;&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha. Random lah you. &amp;amp; Thank you for the compliment. You too take care, babe! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shahira; &lt;/span&gt;Heheh. Yeap, GSS is driving me nuts. Need to find a job soon! &amp;amp; You too tke care! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sya; &lt;/span&gt;Hey there! I'm sorry but it was bought for me from a neighbouring country. Don't know which part though. So sorry. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IdahC&lt;/span&gt;; Yeap! They are! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iva;&lt;/span&gt; Thanks for the invite! You're relinked! :D&lt;/blockquote&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/7610008806442045858-5055890142168671143?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/5055890142168671143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/5055890142168671143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-got-back-home-from-school-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Si5KYas55TI/AAAAAAAABgM/6kySNBKTycU/s72-c/P1050342eqcde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-4014425797583983854</id><published>2009-06-05T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:56:02.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taken with my favourite babies on Wednesday! Had fun, like loads of fun. Love you IEG people! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SikOXAuA4lI/AAAAAAAABfU/J6yB53dZVB8/s1600-h/P030609_12.13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SikOXAuA4lI/AAAAAAAABfU/J6yB53dZVB8/s400/P030609_12.13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343818221344580178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SikOYBMzSyI/AAAAAAAABf0/p7sM7W9NvGU/s1600-h/P030609_12.18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SikOYBMzSyI/AAAAAAAABf0/p7sM7W9NvGU/s400/P030609_12.18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343818238653582114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SikOX8Hj9uI/AAAAAAAABfs/Rh5E-UHMER0/s1600-h/P030609_12.16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SikOX8Hj9uI/AAAAAAAABfs/Rh5E-UHMER0/s400/P030609_12.16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343818237289428706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SikOXmq0XlI/AAAAAAAABfk/-nnnHDhg9rU/s1600-h/P030609_12.15%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SikOXmq0XlI/AAAAAAAABfk/-nnnHDhg9rU/s400/P030609_12.15%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343818231531724370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SikOXQIdl7I/AAAAAAAABfc/Bq2ajwaxbQs/s1600-h/P030609_12.14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SikOXQIdl7I/AAAAAAAABfc/Bq2ajwaxbQs/s400/P030609_12.14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343818225482045362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sihkl4rTQgI/AAAAAAAABfM/IbqSSwU5XQ8/s1600-h/P030609_12.11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sihkl4rTQgI/AAAAAAAABfM/IbqSSwU5XQ8/s400/P030609_12.11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343631559907033602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sihkls-EJXI/AAAAAAAABfE/MD0Seg6pbDs/s1600-h/P030609_12.10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sihkls-EJXI/AAAAAAAABfE/MD0Seg6pbDs/s400/P030609_12.10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343631556764509554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SihklX_XoBI/AAAAAAAABe8/KECVItygmIY/s1600-h/P030609_12.08%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SihklX_XoBI/AAAAAAAABe8/KECVItygmIY/s400/P030609_12.08%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343631551132835858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sihkk37B2QI/AAAAAAAABes/thJ3Q8H6Xe0/s1600-h/P030609_12.03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sihkk37B2QI/AAAAAAAABes/thJ3Q8H6Xe0/s400/P030609_12.03.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343631542524696834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been real sweet. I have been meeting Alif for 3 days straight yo! &amp;amp; That's something I like. :D Heheheh. Sorry lah, my boyfriend &amp;amp; I stay so far from each other leh. So we don't really have the privilege to meet every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Sorry for not updating! The internet's being a real bitch right now. I'll just type whatever I can. So anyways, the week was spent real well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was spent with Hanah. &amp;amp; The meet up was after school lah, duh. Went to town. She was there cause she wanted to buy some new clothes for her first working day. We gossiped a lot!!! I miss the a lot times lah. But I'm glad we got to catch up just like old times. Should go out more often lah hor. ;p &amp;amp; Hope the new job's a real angel &amp;amp; not a bitch for you. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was spent with the smelly Alif. :D :D He picked me up from school, at the last minute lah, duh. I bought OCK's chicken wings. I must tell you, they're the shit yaww!! Like seriously. Even the idiot had to fight with me for some. Heheh. &amp;amp; I, being the cute &amp;amp; sweet gf (stop rolling your eyes, B!), bought him Beancurd cause apparently, he likes them. &amp;amp; He finished them within like 5 minutes? Gelojoh.com, no doubt. Bahahaha. Oh, we chilled around Teck Whye &amp;amp; he headed home late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was the most awesomeous I guess, minus the stupid &amp;amp; biggest fight we had at a roadside. But all's well, no worries. We went around Tampines 1 (again, sorry, westsider mah) &amp;amp; Tampines Mall. Fooled around at Toys 'R' Us &amp;amp; headed to meet Asari after that where we also fetched Annie. Headed to Expo. Expo's sale is sooo kurang ajar lor! Tak klaka sia ade sale when I'm broke. Sibeh. Oh yeah, head to Expo Hall 4 for the John Little Sale! There's NUM, C&amp;amp;K, Pedro &amp;amp; much much more! Go lah! Damn worth it man! Oh, after all the schiznits, we headed for Bedok Corner where I ate a whole plate of Mee Goreng by myself. Prangai swine to the core eh. My boyfriend never eat but I eat. Bahhh. Oh &amp;amp; the best thing about that day is, it was filled with love! Everything was really nice. All thanks to the fight. :) Fights make you grow stronger, not apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Just now, he fetched me from school, again! :D But this time was a short meet up cause he was on MC &amp;amp; he can't go out for long mah. So yeap. Guess I'll be meeting him tomorrow as well. But Idk lah hor. He says that he'll be going to the Expo with his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh aiyoh. The holidays will be like the week after next. I need a job, like real soon! &amp;amp; Oh, I can rest now since my OFA CA is over. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I think I'm going to go sleep. Have loads of errands to run tomorrow. Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eff&lt;/span&gt;; Heheh. Thanks baby! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hanah&lt;/span&gt;; Wooots! Hello! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clauds&lt;/span&gt;; Stress ah, I'm in holiday mood already. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shalyn&lt;/span&gt;; Ah good! Finally can read your blog already! :D &amp;amp; What to do, finding faults can be one of the most interesting things on earth. Cause that's when we fight &amp;amp; we make up. After that, everything will turn out so good. Bahaha. Merepek. But really, it can be so fun! Prangai swine, I knw. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iva;&lt;/span&gt; Hi babe! Already tagged you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shizuko&lt;/span&gt;; HELLO BABE!!! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Passerby;&lt;/span&gt; Yeap you may. But I think it's better if you email me instead. Will need your phone numbers &amp;amp; everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello;&lt;/span&gt; Hi there! I did post some pictures of us before but I guess you kinda missed the posts. :) &amp;amp; Oh, I have loads in my FB. Not really LOADS lah but I have a few. :) &amp;amp; Thanks for visiting! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noi;&lt;/span&gt; Hahahahaha. Kau siak. Tak lah, ni gambar random giler babi nye. Aku malas lor mau tukarin. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610008806442045858-4014425797583983854?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4014425797583983854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4014425797583983854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/06/taken-with-my-favourite-babies-on_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SikOXAuA4lI/AAAAAAAABfU/J6yB53dZVB8/s72-c/P030609_12.13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-3198882564999648258</id><published>2009-06-01T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:26:27.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's June 1st! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling so pathetic right now but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday was very random. I had a very random Sunday. I was busy tidying up the house when boyfriend suddenly called. He told me he was taking public transport to town just to send food for his father. Goood boy lah kira for yesterday. Tak pernah2 take public transport sia. Abeh then never the mind. He called me after a few minutes &amp;amp; told me that he's having motion sickness. -___-" What a brat. Naik bus sikit pon tak boleh. Anyways, I took my time lor. He reached my place 15 minutes after the final "K B, I'm otw now" message which was considered damn fast. Dapat tau, he had to take the car lah. Member cannot take it take bus already. He took the car from his dad &amp;amp; came here. -_-" Brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, member had to complain aku lambat. Like what's new lah kan. &amp;amp; So, off we went to West Coast, in hope of eating Fong Seng's Nasi Lemak. BUT, the stall was closed. So, headed for Seah Im instead to have our Ayam Penyets packed. Drove to Labrador Park. Ate &amp;amp; chilled there. What a nice place. So windy &amp;amp; so cooling. That was like my first time there lor. Sungguhkental.com. But whatever. Everyone have their first times what!! So yeah. After that, headed for West Coast Park to chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's with us &amp;amp; the nature these days. Eh no, not me, it's boyfriend, to be exact. He's the one who's been bringing me to all these random places. The other day was Pasir Ris Park &amp;amp; the swarmp. Punyelah random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; He's been quite sweet lah actually. So I can't really complain. But actually, I do miss complaining about him. He's too good already. Cannot, cannot! Tak boleh jadi ni. MUST.FIND.FAULTS. See lah, I think I'm psycho. Either that or I think I am just one of those people who lacks of attention. -_-" Prangai swine eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah lah, I seriously have no motivation to blog at this time. It's sssssooooo annoying. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I have had the best times of my life with you these few days.." - Alif&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nazirah&lt;/span&gt;; Heheh. I thought so. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kikyn&lt;/span&gt;; It's true. I am a psychopath. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shahira&lt;/span&gt;; Padahal dah lama seh I've been blogging here. Heheh. Been good, you? :) You too take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noi&lt;/span&gt;; Stress ke? Okay lah. At least better than CMB aku. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ika;&lt;/span&gt; Put on weight? I've just lost some pounds actually. Heheh. &amp;amp; Yes, life's been treating me good, Alhamdulillah. :) You too take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elissa&lt;/span&gt;; Heheh. Yeah, guess that's the only way huh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kakak&lt;/span&gt;; Hehehe. Oh no problemo lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ria&lt;/span&gt;; Heheh. Thanks babe! :D Feels much better, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fifa&lt;/span&gt;; Home lah, takkan kena quarantine. Hahahah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shalyn&lt;/span&gt;; Hehehe. Thank you babe! Eh, I want to read your blog sia! But pvt! How ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alba&lt;/span&gt;; Hahaha. No lah, this one at least baru twice je tukar skin. Yours countless times already. :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610008806442045858-3198882564999648258?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/3198882564999648258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/3198882564999648258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-june-1st-d-i-am-feeling-so-pathetic.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-4796690431564441972</id><published>2009-05-31T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:08:01.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SiJIfQL_5yI/AAAAAAAABek/vBTkDCVl2og/s1600-h/DSC_0238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SiJIfQL_5yI/AAAAAAAABek/vBTkDCVl2og/s400/DSC_0238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341911809773266722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was exactly one year ago.&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the day you turn one year.&lt;br /&gt;Happy first anniversary Kakak &amp;amp; Abg Rais!&lt;br /&gt;Have a blissful one &amp;amp; hope that you have your bundle of joy soon!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Oh, moga berkekalan sampai ke anak cucu. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Nunun.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610008806442045858-4796690431564441972?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4796690431564441972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4796690431564441972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-was-exactly-one-year-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SiJIfQL_5yI/AAAAAAAABek/vBTkDCVl2og/s72-c/DSC_0238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-6230222621021281185</id><published>2009-05-30T02:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:16:52.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SiAsZ2ZplEI/AAAAAAAABd0/AZgiqDPwySY/s1600-h/IMG_0947.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SiAsZ2ZplEI/AAAAAAAABd0/AZgiqDPwySY/s400/IMG_0947.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341317980672857154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having the biggest headache right now cause I am revising on my OFA. I don't understand this particular assignment!!! I can go bonkers, I swear. But on the brighter note, I have mastered 95% on Mail Merging! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my days have been okay. Thursday was an awful school day cause I had a major tiff in school. I would've shouted back at the person but hey, I must prove that I am much more mature. Fighting back which finally concludes "You want to fight ah? Come ah outside!" is totally secondary school-ish. &amp;amp; Oh, there's a two faced bitch in class! Woaah woaaah. I don't mind if you don't like me &amp;amp; you show me that oh, you don't like me. I can't please everyone right? But I detest people trying to act all nice with me &amp;amp; in the end, tell my other classmate, whom I am in good terms with that you don't like me. I don't like that. You don't like me, you show. I won't give two flying fucks about you either. But if you don't &amp;amp; you act like you're all good, seriously, fuck off. Don't come near me &amp;amp; my friends when all our other classmates dumped you. You deserve it because I guess you're a little conceited. You don't go around telling people that you're the fucking victim when actually, you're not &amp;amp; others are. You can go.and.die for all I care cause you're insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, things with Alif has brightened a little. :) I finally got the courage to delete all the girl contacts on his phone. Nyahahaha. He thinks I'm psycho. But I guess that's the only way to tell him that I am still here &amp;amp; you don't need to find those bitches out there. I've tried the, "Up to you lah, you want to fool around, go ahead. Your loss, not mine." But it didn't really work. In the end, I got all so disappointed &amp;amp; depressed. What for sia? &amp;amp; In the very end, all my efforts are put to waste. So now is a full on new approach. I call it the "psycho approach". :D Cannot lah Alif, I love you, that's why I do this. LOL. &amp;amp; Guess what? He did the same thing to my phone. Honestly, I don't care. Too busy to care about other stuffs anyway. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; on Wednesday, went to granny's house &amp;amp; Erwin, sister &amp;amp; brother-in-law came over. That little boy is getting smarter now! Mama was surprised when he came to her &amp;amp; asked for water. Haha. He's damn cute lor. &amp;amp; He loves talking to himself! That's what I find amusing, actually. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SiAzB0gx82I/AAAAAAAABeU/9SpiX8JtwPc/s1600-h/P1050252.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SiAzB0gx82I/AAAAAAAABeU/9SpiX8JtwPc/s400/P1050252.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341325264430429026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at his tak hansome teeth! Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SiAzA0ee5oI/AAAAAAAABeM/u7bOfb18UZY/s1600-h/P1050248.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SiAzA0ee5oI/AAAAAAAABeM/u7bOfb18UZY/s400/P1050248.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341325247240922754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ice cream moustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SiAy_94JkHI/AAAAAAAABeE/s6A4eBl5xyg/s1600-h/P1050245.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SiAy_94JkHI/AAAAAAAABeE/s6A4eBl5xyg/s400/P1050245.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341325232584626290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Erwin, best tak?" This was his reply, a thumbs up &amp;amp; a "best!"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SiAy_PQFowI/AAAAAAAABd8/rsx2tb30nFc/s1600-h/P1050242.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SiAy_PQFowI/AAAAAAAABd8/rsx2tb30nFc/s400/P1050242.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341325220068565762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy with his mama. :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SiAzCufU7iI/AAAAAAAABec/DIrdOSr1B6Y/s1600-h/P1050273.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SiAzCufU7iI/AAAAAAAABec/DIrdOSr1B6Y/s400/P1050273.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341325279993589282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Otw to ChaiChee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After granny's house, we headed for Chai Chee &amp;amp; did some shopping at Mustafa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh &amp;amp; passerby, just email me at funtreats@live.com &amp;amp; state how many cupcakes you need because my minimum order is 9 pieces. &amp;amp; Oh yeah, tell me how you want it to be. Like the frosting color, etc. :D I guess that's easier than waiting for each other to be online right? :D Will be waiting for your email!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for all you boobies, my cupcakes are open for order. Don't hesitate hor. Lol. I'm gonna revamp the whole site yet again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaylah, that's about it. I am done for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta resume revising! Tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;; I don't know seh. I tried finding it in Singapore but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lulu; &lt;/span&gt;Kau bbual pasal lagu ape ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Razeanti&lt;/span&gt;; Teehee! Okay! Will visit you shortly! :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610008806442045858-6230222621021281185?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/6230222621021281185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/6230222621021281185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/05/having-biggest-headache-right-now-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SiAsZ2ZplEI/AAAAAAAABd0/AZgiqDPwySY/s72-c/IMG_0947.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-439316500795410104</id><published>2009-05-28T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:16:30.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had a great day today despite the fact that there were some shitty stuffs along the way. But hey, follow my twitter! I have been updating a lot for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; M.Alif, I love you! Thank you for the very nice day. I know everything was random.&lt;br /&gt;P.S; Will blog sooon. Haven't slept for the whole day sia! I am a superwomannn I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;; Hi there! It was bought for me from Malaysia. I don't know which part though. Heheh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Babysassy&lt;/span&gt;; Heheh. Thanks babe! &amp;amp; You too! Enjoy your days here while you can ah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Passerby&lt;/span&gt;; Hi there! You are so kind. You can mail me at funtreats@live.com. :) We'll discuss from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaza&lt;/span&gt;; Heheh. Sorry makcik! Very fickle lah gitu kan. &amp;amp; Yeah, IMY too lor. Dah lama tak jumpe eh. Must.meet.one.day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shalyn&lt;/span&gt;; Which song, babe? &amp;amp; FINALLY!! What took you so long? Hahaha. Will visit soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/7610008806442045858-439316500795410104?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/439316500795410104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/439316500795410104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/05/had-great-day-today-despite-fact-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-6818249021185151723</id><published>2009-05-26T21:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:34:49.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just got backk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to meet Alif. Phew. It's been a week plus plus plus. Met him to get matters straight. He said that the girl is his friend whom he worked with back then. Honestly, I am still not happy &amp;amp; will still be. I don't believe his shit. But right now, I am trying to let the matter rest because duh, I don't want my trip to be wasted. Besides, it sucks to keep fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a very nice time with the jerk. We went to Pasir Ris Park &amp;amp; sat at some waterbreaker &amp;amp; tried talking things out. I tried giving in &amp;amp; forgiving him. Like yet again, WHAT'S NEW? Alah, almost every girl would do that. But I'll see how far he'll go. Anyways, after sitting for quite a while, I saw a BIG LIZARD. I think it must be a monitor lizard lah cause that thing was like staring at us. Immediately, I took my bag &amp;amp; slippers &amp;amp; ran, leaving Alif behind. HAHAHAHAH. But it was a close call lor. Imagine if that thing were to 'bedal' us. Tsktsktsk. But still, Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired right now. I am seeing yet another girl commenting on his profile. Woooh! Gerek core eh. But whatever lah, boys will always be boys. I will start my usual tricks, yet again. Karma's a bitch. Dah, nak tido. Besok boleh blog lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Efy&lt;/span&gt;; Thank you! Will email you my picture soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alba&lt;/span&gt;; What's new about Tagged lah kan? Tsk. &amp;amp; Thanks, you too tc! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iva&lt;/span&gt;; Hehehe. Sorry babe! &amp;amp; Yes, holla at me if you want them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fifa&lt;/span&gt;; Very happening you! &amp;amp; Hahaha! Ah sia! Banyak orang gila ade lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shizuko&lt;/span&gt;; Heheh. I don't know eh. Maybe due to the haircut lah cause my weight's on a rollercoaster ride. &amp;amp; Oh! Sorry lah! I am so slenge sia! Hahahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Passerby&lt;/span&gt;; Oh hi! I charge them at 2 bucks each. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elissa&lt;/span&gt;; Heheh. Thanks for compliment! &amp;amp; Yeah lah, a bit like segan to tag. (So wtf, I know. Hahaha) &amp;amp; Yes, I've linked you up! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clauds&lt;/span&gt;; Heheh. Glad you like em! &amp;amp; Thanks for supporting me! Love you babe! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ika&lt;/span&gt;; Aww thanks. &amp;amp; Yeap, I don't wanna think about it either. &amp;amp; Yeah, do holla at me if you wanna order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nisa&lt;/span&gt;; Lawa? Okay lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eff&lt;/span&gt;; Thanks baby! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IdahC&lt;/span&gt;; Hope so too. Thanks babe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/7610008806442045858-6818249021185151723?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/6818249021185151723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/6818249021185151723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-got-backk-finally-got-to-meet-alif.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-9131925159646614206</id><published>2009-05-24T23:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T03:23:48.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[edit] I still feel like a fool after msging her. I don't know what was I thinking. But anyways, I can't undo the stupid thing, can I? Wah lao eh, Attica, I didn't know that you're so dumb. Then again, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. *whistles* I ain't gonna let him get away with it. ;p [/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ShltFoxYEHI/AAAAAAAABdk/vOOIJietQfk/s1600-h/P1050209.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ShltFoxYEHI/AAAAAAAABdk/vOOIJietQfk/s400/P1050209.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339418776835723378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Haven't been feeling okay for the past few days. I am turning into somebody whose heart is made of stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I was fighting with boyfriend. I cried but I didn't crack. How's that? I haven't met him for a week plus &amp;amp; I'm feeling nothing. But yet, when I saw this idiot who kept buying my boyfriend over at Tagged, I got furious. Must I undergo another third party issue just to assure myself that I still love him? Sigh. I wish he'd done something about this. Right now, all I feel is insecure. What the fuck. &amp;amp; Getting to know that these two idiots have been buying each other for the past few days is making me more &amp;amp; more annoyed. Ugh. Honestly, I don't need another issue with the boyfriend. I'd rather just walk away now. I don't need another heartache. I have enough to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been mighty fine. My CA for my OFA module is like a few weeks away &amp;amp; I have a couple more things to catch up. I'll have to book an appointment with my teacher to clarify my doubts. I have school yet again, tomorrow. This week's going to be damn hectic due to fact that there's gonna be the class outing on Friday. The cooking is going to happen at my house. &amp;amp; Thank god, mummy wants to help me out. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Clauds &amp;amp; Ain ordered cupcakes from me. Didn't snap any photo of Clauds's order but did took Ain's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Shlw6lcOgDI/AAAAAAAABds/9bahJhsr8kk/s1600-h/P1050221.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Shlw6lcOgDI/AAAAAAAABds/9bahJhsr8kk/s400/P1050221.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339422985009659954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very simple lah hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, gotta sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S; I msged the girl in Tagged. That was my craziest move to date. Tsk. Wht was I thinking??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610008806442045858-9131925159646614206?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/9131925159646614206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/9131925159646614206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/05/havent-been-feeling-okay-for-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ShltFoxYEHI/AAAAAAAABdk/vOOIJietQfk/s72-c/P1050209.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-52965466229257784</id><published>2009-05-22T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T02:16:53.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feeling very sleepy right now. Like serious shit. But I am just too scared to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;-__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous post was typed in school. Classmates made me had a heart attack. Well, almost. They said that I was in the list of debarment. o.O Woah, thanks ah people. But no, CA just advised me to come earlier. Bishan is soo strict lor. &amp;amp; Oh, luckily I have school at 8-9 later. That means, I can go back early &amp;amp; have a little bit of rest. If not, I think I can faint sia. Sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, talked to boyfriend just now. He is soooo annoying like that. He's not been picking up my calls of late because jeng jeng jeng... He just loves to sleep. -_-" Not funny sia. I am sooo annoyed. I just hate the fact that he sleeps a lot. &amp;amp; When I am not happy about it, he'll say that he's tired working. Keje ape ntah. Padahal kat station bukannye buat banyak benda. He doesn't really have to walk to work like I do to school. Okay, I don't literally walk from Teck Whye to Bishan lah hello! That is totally absurd. I am talking about the walk from Bishan interchange to school. The journey kills. Especially the part where we have to freaking walk in the hot sun. Not fun. &amp;amp; Some more, that botak egg head can complain about his work. Sial lah, whatever he do, he's always in the air conditioned room siak. Most of the time, he's in the control room. Abeh like that also want to complain. Prangai takmo mcm pompan k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Yeah, he emphasised on the fact that I seem like I am not happy being with him anymore. No, it's not that I'm not happy. Just not satisfied. Wish I had more time to spend with him. Wish he'd sleep lesser &amp;amp; I wish that he'll call me more. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am still wondering what I should do about ITE world event tomorrow. Everytime Ms Nair asks us to practice on our ushering/service/greeting skills with the avatars, we'd all end up making each others' avatars dance to the macarena lah, do shuffle lah, what lah. Semua tak boleh harap. Prangai swine to the core. &amp;amp; Yesterday in class, Nisa attempted to pronounce our Japanese names. Prangai take care eh. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dance tomorrow. Wonder if I can keep up with no sleep. Hmm... &amp;amp; What do I do after school? Jog or meet boyfriend at Pasir Ris eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh. Okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caramelboopz&lt;/span&gt;; Hahaha. Sorry lah Mak Aji. I very fickle what! &amp;amp; No, alah emak, jangan kahwin kan Attica dulu! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fifa&lt;/span&gt;; Twinny pegi, twinny balek. Mcm twin bee canned milk. Hahaha. Random siak aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/7610008806442045858-52965466229257784?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/52965466229257784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/52965466229257784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/05/feeling-very-sleepy-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-8067817374963361424</id><published>2009-05-21T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:35:16.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not in the best of mood right now. I don't know whether it is just another false alarm or what but I am certainly annoyed when I heard about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it's true, I'm going to be depressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610008806442045858-8067817374963361424?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/8067817374963361424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/8067817374963361424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-in-best-of-mood-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-6279458391880808966</id><published>2009-05-19T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:31:26.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from school. &amp;amp; I don't know why but I still have a lot of energy left. So, I guess I'm gonna go running laterrr. :D Well, I came to school late today. Like seriously, what's new? Told you I hate CMB. Some more today's first period is like CMB. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah. Anyways, Happy Belated Birthday Ain!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ShJ-u4UQrzI/AAAAAAAABdc/cdvKTs4ShUo/s1600-h/2809_95884435199_747340199_2501085_1848856_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ShJ-u4UQrzI/AAAAAAAABdc/cdvKTs4ShUo/s400/2809_95884435199_747340199_2501085_1848856_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337467852243906354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Oh, just changed the lay. Had to lor. The nuffnang code I inserted messed up everything so I decided to re-do a new one. &amp;amp; No, base codes are not done by me. Feel so lazy to do my own skin already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Oh, if you were wondering how my 1 year celebration went? Don't bother. We just had lunch &amp;amp; all I remember after that was, boyfriend kept feeling sleepy that he sent me home early. That was on the Saturday. Sunday, which is the actual day itself, he slept his way through &amp;amp; only wished me once which was about 1 hour before the clock strike midnight to the 18th. -_-" I know right. But who cares. It's just a one year shit. There's more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to jog right now. I feel like a stupid swine. Fat &amp;amp; flabby. Haha. Okay, not really flabby lah because I feel like my skirt is less tight nowadays. Funny but it was eversince the day I chopped my hair off. &amp;amp; OH!!! Boyfriend hates my short hair!!! HAHAHAHA. It's the same as how I hate his botak egg head lor. It's so annoying. He looks so... telur. Like everything he puts on doesn't suit him now. Tsk. Like the other day we went out together, even when he was wearing something decent, he looked like a convict. HAHAHA. Sorry boyfriend. Next time don't cut your hair okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I look darker now. You can see that there's a mark at my sleeve area. o.O Hideous sight!!! But you know what, I think I should care more about my studies &amp;amp; quit acting like a bimbo. Talking about studies, yesterday, my father picked up a passenger who happened to be my EPL teacher. o.O I was like wth lor. If it was my CA, confirm chop stamp dia complain to my father. Luckily, my EPL teacher was kind enough to say that I am very attentive in class. Ehem ehem. Hahaha. Thank you ah Ms Nair. Love you a lot ah! Lol. I have yet to discuss with the monkeys about the Friday ECP outing. Semua prangai swine to the core!!! Asal bebual pasal project je, sume tau2 jump kat topic lain. Hahaha. Same lah aku. Oh yeah, saw a couple of NEA officers around my area today. What the hell? Takkan satu Singapore semua nak ade NEA officer seh!? Aiyoh! Chill lah government!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah lah, I want to runnnnn!!! Okay bye! Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ika&lt;/span&gt;; Hahaha. I wish I can keep my long hair but unfortunately, the weather is killing me! &amp;amp; Thanks for the wish, sweetheart. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eff&lt;/span&gt;; Hehehe. Thanks baby! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IdahC&lt;/span&gt;; Aww, thanks babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nysa&lt;/span&gt;; Kau tak nampak ke aku da gunting? Panas seh rambut panjang. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clauds&lt;/span&gt;; Tak lupa lah. &amp;amp; Siak ah!! Hahahahaha. Don't remind me of that. Classmate kita semua random shit siak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shacute&lt;/span&gt;; Thank you babe! &amp;amp; Why you regret?!?!! &amp;amp; Yeah lor, I never see you in school anymore. Main hide &amp;amp; seek eh? Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nani&lt;/span&gt;; Haha. Thanks babe! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alba&lt;/span&gt;; Okay. &amp;amp; Haha, okay lah, a bit je. &lt;/blockquote&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/7610008806442045858-6279458391880808966?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/6279458391880808966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/6279458391880808966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-hello-i-just-got-back-from-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ShJ-u4UQrzI/AAAAAAAABdc/cdvKTs4ShUo/s72-c/2809_95884435199_747340199_2501085_1848856_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-4765786343625218905</id><published>2009-05-17T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:54:32.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY ONE YEAR M.ALIF!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eff&lt;/span&gt;; Ah tau takpe. These people are just too free mah. &amp;amp; Picture posted already! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fifa&lt;/span&gt;; Hahahahaa. Hi TWIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mama &amp;amp; Clauds&lt;/span&gt;; Hmm ye lah korang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nisa&lt;/span&gt;; Hahahaha. Wah thanks ah. &amp;amp; Kau memang sia. Buang ah blog tu. Buat trap habuk buat ape kan? &amp;amp; Anyways, aku dah nk letak smellycat but macam panjang sangat. So it's okay lah kan. Ilyt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kakak&lt;/span&gt;; Hahaha. Ah tau tkpe. (Tgk bloghopper, kan da kena anak sundal! LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noi&lt;/span&gt;; Sebab tu lah. Dia tag tak pakai otak mah. Kan kakak aku da maki dia. Haha. I mean like yeah lor, lain kali sbelum apape, scrutinise first ah. Aku nk gelap kn picture ke tak, tu takde kena mengena siak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kak Sheila&lt;/span&gt;; Hahaha. Ah tu lah. Otak dia tertinggal kat toilet mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shalyn&lt;/span&gt;; Hello babe! Yeah lor, it's been a long time since you've dropped by. I've posted my chopped hair picture. Will post more soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Efy&lt;/span&gt;; Okay boleh, will mail you sooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IdahC&lt;/span&gt;; Oh that's why lah. I kept looking at her face &amp;amp; I find her familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ria&lt;/span&gt;; Wooooh! Thanks babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eisha&lt;/span&gt;; Hehehe. Thank you babe!&lt;/blockquote&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/7610008806442045858-4765786343625218905?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4765786343625218905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4765786343625218905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-one-year-m.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-6931125663305853516</id><published>2009-05-16T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:45:29.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sg7C_deazpI/AAAAAAAABdU/M_yPFN_ChhM/s1600-h/P1050057.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sg7C_deazpI/AAAAAAAABdU/M_yPFN_ChhM/s400/P1050057.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336417003980377746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is how short my hair is right now. :D I the likes. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Yo bloghopper, next time tag using your brains. I have so many people who loves me. Hahaha. They will especially defend me when they see baseless tags like yours. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alif &amp;amp; I are turning 1 year in a few hours time! Wooooh. But we already met &amp;amp; did some celebrations beforehand. So yes, thank you for the treat Boyfriend, I love you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will continue blogging later, just wanted to update on my haair actually.&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/7610008806442045858-6931125663305853516?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/6931125663305853516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/6931125663305853516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/05/that-is-how-short-my-hair-is-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sg7C_deazpI/AAAAAAAABdU/M_yPFN_ChhM/s72-c/P1050057.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-5458493137826019073</id><published>2009-05-14T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:39:17.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[edit] HAHAHAHA. I JUST GOT TO KNOW THAT THE HATE TAGGER FRM ITE SIMEI!!!! LOL. BAIK AH. I HAVE MY WAYS TO FIND OUT LOR. :D :D [/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, this hate tagger sembarang shoot. The camera I used for the previous post is taken using a DSLR. It's my brother-in-law's. So yeap. &amp;amp; The skin thingy, I trust that you've got better things to do but why do you care so much? Inferior? Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I HAVE FINALLY CHOPPED MY HAIR OFF!!!! WOOOOOOHHHH!!! It's short. Like very short. So sedap sia da gunting rambut. I feel so light. I even feel like I have lost weight. &lt;-- This one a bit merepek but yes. Even Clauds said that my butt is shrinking. (Well, this is the part where I am actually pacifying myself so why not just layankan aku? :D) Shrinking butt &amp;amp; boobs = weight loss. Weight loss = rising confidence level. Actually right, my confidence level is always like above average. That's why I don't really care what people wanna say about me.  Whatever.  I am anticipating the class picnic at East Coast on the 29th!!! Wooooohoooo! Finally it's my group's turn. See, being in Bishan is actually a bliss. Because why? Because it's like the only campus having Events Management. Events Management = more events organised in the school. &amp;amp; That too, organised by students. :D So that makes the whole thing much more meaningful. Erk, whatever. So anyways, the class is going to have a so called "pot luck picnic" where we have to contribute our own food. But since IEG is so hopeless at times, my team mates &amp;amp; I are going to assign them to bring something that suits the occasion. We will assign each group to bring something lah. &amp;amp; I am glad that I am the organiser for the food because I LOVE FOOOD! My group is going to combine with Kas's group. &amp;amp; We're going to have water &amp;amp; physical games. &amp;amp; Many more. I can't wait lor. But that means that I can't go for dance that day. :( But still, it's okay cause I have dance tomorrow. &amp;amp; 29th isn't gonna be any soon.  It's going to be 3 more days till Alif &amp;amp; I turn one year. So cepat hor. But he's been pissing me off these few days so I don't know whether I am up for the celebration. Sighhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tag replies;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noi&lt;/span&gt;; Hahaha. Memang aku gatal. Macam rindu ah kat blogger. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ria&lt;/span&gt;; Tell me about it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shizuko&lt;/span&gt;; Hehehe. Sorry to trouble you hor. &amp;amp; Yes, I am glad that I am back at blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fufeng&lt;/span&gt;; You liar!!! You never link me sia. I've linked you, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atika&lt;/span&gt;; Hehehe. Sorry hor. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zi&lt;/span&gt;; Hi babe! Yeap, been a long time since I've seen your name on my tagboard. :D Thanks for dropping by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clauds&lt;/span&gt;; I love you &amp;amp; my hair too! Haha. Random sia kau!&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/7610008806442045858-5458493137826019073?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/5458493137826019073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/5458493137826019073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/05/hallo.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-1900276560139247038</id><published>2009-05-12T22:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:46:12.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay so, last Saturday was spent with both my sisters &amp;amp; Erwin, the fat boy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SgmFY2zB7oI/AAAAAAAABdM/7rgzbw7seuw/s1600-h/3522389482_0cd07fd699.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SgmFY2zB7oI/AAAAAAAABdM/7rgzbw7seuw/s400/3522389482_0cd07fd699.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334941895669968514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SgmE82ugh3I/AAAAAAAABdE/LIUqKtPB_RI/s1600-h/3522322466_87b874407c.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SgmE82ugh3I/AAAAAAAABdE/LIUqKtPB_RI/s400/3522322466_87b874407c.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334941414614665074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SgmE8uz20DI/AAAAAAAABc8/PCdS_d30cok/s1600-h/3522319672_2c6a7e4cda_b.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SgmCUTBUnyI/AAAAAAAABcU/IB7jOw-SOoU/s400/3522237232_3febaf4564_b.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334938518811877154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SgmCUEtlfGI/AAAAAAAABcM/Mk8FjmgtSOI/s1600-h/3521570761_f4122d7b0b.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SgmCUEtlfGI/AAAAAAAABcM/Mk8FjmgtSOI/s400/3521570761_f4122d7b0b.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334938514970999906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SgmCT7xjyGI/AAAAAAAABcE/mGGojmyBFS8/s1600-h/3521521015_53bf5edbd0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SgmCT7xjyGI/AAAAAAAABcE/mGGojmyBFS8/s400/3521521015_53bf5edbd0.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334938512571746402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SgmCTnymrEI/AAAAAAAABb8/EkRa-ljRj_c/s1600-h/3521519341_9a67006193_b.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SgmCTnymrEI/AAAAAAAABb8/EkRa-ljRj_c/s400/3521519341_9a67006193_b.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334938507207420994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sister had a wedding invitation over at Tekka. I was there with Kikyn to fill our stomachs &amp;amp; just layankan Boy Gemok, Erwin. Hahaha. He is sooo cute. All he eat is candies. -_-" What a way to pancing him. Kikyn suggests that he eats crackers. Padahal same, gigi dia tetap tak handsome. Oh, on that day, his pants dropped twice!!!! It was freaking hilarious, I swear. &amp;amp; Member mengamok sia when we laughed at him. But seriously, it was cute. I should've just captured that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, look at my face. I am getting fat. Or maybe, I was fatter but I am starting to lose weight. HAHA, wth. Stop pacifying yourself lah Attica. Whatever it is, I have a FAT FACE! Oh yeah, tonight is Junk Night. No, I am NOT A JUNKIE. Tonight, I pampered myself with chocolates &amp;amp; chips because it's been a while since I've had those. I've also started on cutting down on those fizzy drinks. :D I need more stamina to dance lor, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, yesterday boyfriend questioned me on a guy named Remy. Sape ntah ni Remy. But the best thing about this idiot is the fact that he actually msged my boyfriend, thinking that it was my number. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remy&lt;/span&gt;; What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;; Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remy&lt;/span&gt;; Remy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;; Where did you get my number from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remy&lt;/span&gt;; It was in my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;; &amp;amp; What was the name stated in your phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remy&lt;/span&gt;; Atika. (Fucker, salah spelling lah gendeng!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;; Oh, Attica pompan aku. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, amek kau. Ah tu lah, pass lah number aku around banyak2. Kan dah sampai tersalah pass. Boyfriend was having doubts about me yesterday. Eh hello Alif, I got no time to fool around because like duh, I am like so busy with school &amp;amp; with you!! Get this in your brain lah hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have school tomorrow at 8 siah! &amp;amp; I am still nt sleeping. There'll be a pizza fest in school tomorrow yaw. Aiyoh, I'm going back to budak gemok mode siak. It sucks. :(&lt;br /&gt;Dah lah, I want to sleep so that tomorrow will come faster because I want to see Alif. :D&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suehyelee&lt;/span&gt;; Hahahaha. Ah tau tkpe. But it was nice what! Minus the heels lah, duh. :D Miss you bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kakak&lt;/span&gt;; Hehehehe. Sorry lor. I am so the fickle minded. :D My body like Tyra's? Haha. Tak lah kak. Badan nun macam tayar lagi ade ah. Kak tau yg Michelin tak? Ah tu Nun ah! Hahahah. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alysha&lt;/span&gt;; I am glad that I am back here as well! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Illa&lt;/span&gt;; Hahaha. Ah tu lah. Kena quarantine sooon. :D&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/7610008806442045858-1900276560139247038?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1900276560139247038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1900276560139247038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-so-last-saturday-was-spent-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SgmFY2zB7oI/AAAAAAAABdM/7rgzbw7seuw/s72-c/3522389482_0cd07fd699.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-3427272569834712193</id><published>2009-05-11T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:09:37.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, everybody perangai swine. Like seriously. &amp;amp; The weather!!! Omg, I am so angry! I kept on sweating even when it was raining. Tak gerek, sumpah. I am going to chop off this hair of mine very soon. Latest by the end of the month. I can't keep long hair lah, I don't know how to take care of it. Besides, it always makes me sweat. I don't know how to flaunt my long hair okay. So I am sticking to my normal, usual short hair. :D I love having short hair lor! They're like soo seeedaaaaap. Haha. What the hell siak sedap? It's just very comfortable I guess. So yeap, look out yo, my hair's gonna get short real soooon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was nice today, regardless the fact that I haven't had any sleep eversince yesterday. I paid attention for my BZE(Business Environment) &amp;amp; EPL(Events Planning &amp;amp; Logistics). ^^ Tests are like coming up in September &amp;amp; I have to memorize a lot of stuffs if I want to get perfect GPAs. Aiyah. &amp;amp; I got scolded by my LPD teacher for nothing. But I understood lor, it wasn't that she wanted to scold me, I guess she was just frustrated with the class. She then kept apologising. Mrs Tan, no problem lah hor! I know you're pregnant anyways. So yeah lor. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Fifa, Clauds &amp;amp; I wandered around Bishan. What a way to kill time. Thanks for the Macadamia Cookies, Fifa! &amp;amp; Yes, I won some watch while I was at school. Played this game ah.. It was fun! :D Alah, sume fun lor utk aku. &amp;amp; Yes, met my egg-head boyfriend!!! He's like freaking bald now. -_-" Seriously, tak klaka. But whatever lah, I am going to cut my hair as well what. Oh yeah, he cooked for me just now! Besides the fact that the onion was overcooked, everything else was nice. Ape tak, free &amp;amp; da lapar sangat mah! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells, I just reached home. I am like sooo fatigue. I want to sleep immediately. Aiyah, okay. But anyways, before anything, I am selling this baby off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sgg8KiRK_vI/AAAAAAAABb0/1nBaJIksvOw/s1600-h/P1040937+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sgg8KiRK_vI/AAAAAAAABb0/1nBaJIksvOw/s400/P1040937+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334579910315540210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;C&amp;amp;K OXFORD HEELS&lt;br /&gt;SIZE 39. FITS SIZE 8 PERFECTLY.&lt;br /&gt;SELLING FOR &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$30&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORN ONLY ONCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rin&lt;/span&gt;; Hey hey! Relinked you already! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kikyn&lt;/span&gt;; Tau takpe. Hahaha.&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/7610008806442045858-3427272569834712193?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/3427272569834712193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/3427272569834712193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-everybody-perangai-swine.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sgg8KiRK_vI/AAAAAAAABb0/1nBaJIksvOw/s72-c/P1040937+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-4510331407773026546</id><published>2009-05-11T05:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T05:20:07.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5AM in the morning &amp;amp; I can't sleep. Pffft. I am going to school by bus today so that I can sleep my way through. Taking MRTs are always a chore!!! Ramai orang sia. I cannot take it, having to stand from freaking Choa Chu Kang to freaking Bishan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah anyways, I am annoyed with Supernovatube right now. I have been wanting to watch 90210 but they keep giving me dead links. Sibeh. Very jialat. Sighh. Oh, I didn't go anywhere for Mothers' Day cause my momma had to work. Full shit some more okay? Supermum what, what to do. So yeah lor, I ended up rotting at home &amp;amp; cleaning my room. &amp;amp; Sister, upload photos please! I want to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to miss boyfriend more, which sucks. But luckily, I am going to see him later. Okay brothers &amp;amp; sisters, I am going to bathe. Byebyebye. Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shacute&lt;/span&gt;; Heheh. I've linked you. &amp;amp; No worries Misspotek.com.sg, I will tegur you, okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kikyn&lt;/span&gt;; What's new about our mother lah, really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julee Illa&lt;/span&gt;; Yooohooo! Hello!&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/7610008806442045858-4510331407773026546?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4510331407773026546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4510331407773026546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/05/5am-in-morning-i-cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-6633406252004420392</id><published>2009-05-10T19:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:23:04.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sga0bjygNYI/AAAAAAAABbs/nHjlZ9peYCg/s1600-h/mama+resized.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sga0bjygNYI/AAAAAAAABbs/nHjlZ9peYCg/s400/mama+resized.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334149194223465858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dearest Mama,&lt;br /&gt;For all the times that I have been so mischievous, not listening to you, defying you, I felt bad.&lt;br /&gt;For all the times where your mood swings were always on &amp;amp; I couldn't talk to you, I felt lonely.&lt;br /&gt;You mean a lot to me. Not being able to talk to you or laugh with you for a single day would make me feel so different. I know, you've had a tough time, dealing with your children. Dealing with everything at the same go. I know. I'm sorry for all that. You are the best. I couldn't ask for more. I love you because you're the person who understands me most, who is with me against all odds, who took the risk of giving birth to me &amp;amp; above all, because you're a gift from god. I love you Mama. I will always will. Forgive me if I have been a bad daughter. Happy Mothers' Day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;MAMA, WHAT IS THIS??? (refer below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAMA: Kyn!! Someone tagged u?? Another prank to make me read yr mother's day msg? tks, i know u remember to wish me Mother's Day...cayang Perry..&lt;br /&gt;KIKYN: Mama You've been punked! Like you always have been, by me! Hehe. Thats the only way to make it into a big suspense and surprise! Nasib nommie tk take your own sweet time to read this. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;MAMA: Nommie to busy to race, get money n buy clothes!! Super cutie Nommie...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; To all Mums out there, Happy Mothers' Day as well. :D Enjoy your day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eff&lt;/span&gt;; Yeah yeah yeah, I am back! Heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shacute&lt;/span&gt;; Hi babe! I've been good, thanks. :D &amp;amp; Oh, I'm schling in Bishan, too! That's why I asked you. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fifa&amp;amp;Nisa&lt;/span&gt;; Eh korang jgn carik pasal eh, aku terlupe lah. &amp;amp; It was 6 in the morn &amp;amp; I was sooooo sleepy already. Skrg dah tau jgn buat tak tau eh. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suehyelee&lt;/span&gt;; Hahahaha. Yes, Nonet big already lor. &amp;amp; Yes, aku so fickle kan? Tsk. Tak tau ah apasal. Bt anyways, I miss you toooooooosssss! &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610008806442045858-6633406252004420392?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/6633406252004420392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/6633406252004420392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/05/dearest-mama-for-all-times-that-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/Sga0bjygNYI/AAAAAAAABbs/nHjlZ9peYCg/s72-c/mama+resized.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-424311363900489685</id><published>2009-05-10T05:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T06:23:02.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OOOOHHHHHH MYYY GAAAAAAWDDDDD!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good to be in blogger once again sia! OMG. I've been with Blogger for almost 5 years already, how can I let go of it!!!! But anyways, surprise, surprise! I am back blogging again. Got new skin, okay lah. Takde new skin, korang mau sabar aku tak blog for don't know how long. &amp;amp; Say hello to my tagboard!!!! Dah ade tagboard kay, no more comment section. I know it was a pain. It was even painful for me to reply to comments because aku sungguh lah malas. Haha. &amp;amp; Yes lor, one of the reasons I prefer blogger is because I can adjust the alignments &amp;amp; the layout shit. With Tumblr, I have to learn. &amp;amp; I very the malas. Very time consuming so I'll pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see.. My life's been great. I have school like everyday, duh. Enjoying my course except for my CMB module. CMB module always kills me. The other time, we had to sing a song in class for the lesson. What does Communication in Business &amp;amp; singing has to do with each other, you tell me?!?!?! &amp;amp; Hell, the song is like some random country song which is of course so foreign to us. I was about to fall asleep but luckily, I was surrounded by crazy people. So, it wasn't that bad besides having to hear people sing like as if they were reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, last Friday was okay. I had my first dancing lesson. The warm up took like half of the whole lesson &amp;amp; by the other half, the instructor was starting to do things real fast. But it was  all cool. It's been a while since I last dance &amp;amp; my muscles are all aching. Heh. &amp;amp; Oh, I know you guys have been complaining, no picture lah, what lah.. So here it is. Caution; I have grown fatter &amp;amp; darker due to school. :D &amp;amp; All the pictures are random. VERY RANDOM. I have more, in FB. So pergi lah add ye. 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Like duh. Haha. She's so big &amp;amp; naughty now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells, I'll blog again later cause right now, it's 6 am in the morn. I think I need to sleep. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S; Baby, 7 more days &amp;amp; we're through. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610008806442045858-424311363900489685?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/424311363900489685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/424311363900489685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/05/oooohhhhhh-myyy-gaaaaaawddddd-it-feels.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SgX9jBmi11I/AAAAAAAABbE/EQJhogk9E2s/s72-c/P1040840.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-4521575433679602015</id><published>2009-03-25T08:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:09:19.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going private soon or heading for wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;:D&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/7610008806442045858-4521575433679602015?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4521575433679602015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4521575433679602015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-private-soon-or-heading-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-9022152852973102035</id><published>2009-03-24T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:21:34.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GG episode 19, season 2;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.supernovatube.com/play.php?viewkey=b6541ad61b698cb311ae"&gt;http://www.supernovatube.com/play.php?viewkey=b6541ad61b698cb311ae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! :D&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/7610008806442045858-9022152852973102035?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/9022152852973102035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/9022152852973102035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/03/gg-episode-19-season-2-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-230256271825031301</id><published>2009-03-21T08:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:48:41.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;I think I just had the weirdest dream. I dreamt that I got into ANTM! HAHAHAHAHAHHA. WTF. &amp;amp; Then Nigel Barker told me that I would be a great photography model. LOLOLOLOLOL. SO FUNNY SIAH. But the set was nice. There were loads of running around &amp;amp; pretty girls. Kecoh siak aku pagi pagi dah mimpi merepek repek. Hahahaha. I can't help it siah when I think of it. What a way to start off my Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, went to Bukit Batok yesterday to have an impromptu dinner with family. It was nice. :) Okay bye. I want to play PS already. Mwah mwah!&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/7610008806442045858-230256271825031301?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/230256271825031301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/230256271825031301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-2328419175792237755</id><published>2009-03-20T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:36:11.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I'm a bitch like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;DonJemo says:&lt;br /&gt;my camp at yewtee&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;Attica Westwick says:&lt;br /&gt;oh okay.&lt;br /&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;tts near /&lt;br /&gt;DonJemo says:&lt;br /&gt;yupp we can meet if u want&lt;br /&gt;Attica Westwick says:&lt;br /&gt;haha. no. i can't.&lt;br /&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;DonJemo says:&lt;br /&gt;y?&lt;br /&gt;Attica Westwick says:&lt;br /&gt;uhm, i have a bf &amp;amp; i cant meet people as &amp;amp; when &amp;amp; who i like.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;DonJemo says:&lt;br /&gt;means u got no life n freedom?&lt;br /&gt;boring life&lt;br /&gt;Attica Westwick says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i havea life &amp;amp; freedom but tt depends. if you have your own girl, you wouldn't want her to bitch around, would you?&lt;br /&gt;DonJemo says:&lt;br /&gt;yea but most girls dun gve a dman&lt;br /&gt;damn*&lt;br /&gt;dats y im single cos i dun trust anybody&lt;br /&gt;Attica Westwick says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. yeah, i know. but you know, i think he does it for the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;DonJemo says:&lt;br /&gt;all e best sweetgal&lt;br /&gt;Attica Westwick says:&lt;br /&gt;ssoooner or later, you'll need to find a wife.&lt;br /&gt;thanks dude. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak! Steady kacang siak this one say I no life. Funny ah?! Dah lah tak tau mana kau dapat email aku. Aiyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Daddy's birthday is today! He is 47 years old. Wah, dah tua pak Karim. Bought him a Tiramisu cake from Jack's Place yesterday with Lily &amp;amp; surprised him at 2 in the morning. :D I had to tell him that it was a coffee cake cause if not, he wouldn't eat it. Bapak aku kan cerewet.&lt;br /&gt;-______________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, went out with Lily baby yesterday! I miss her sia! So so much! Had dinner at Tong Seng, bought the cake &amp;amp; chilled at Marina &amp;amp; we went home. Biasalah, working woman what! Mesti lah kena balik siang! Hehehe. &amp;amp; Besides, boyfriend was being such an ass yesterday. We fought over the fact that I was late. -_-" Eh, seriously wtf. Never the mind, I will vent my anger somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh, have you guys watched GG ep 18? Fucker right Chuck? Hahahaha. He's hot but he's a fucker lah kan. Cannot get Elle, turn to last resort, Blair. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh dah, aku nk mandi. I smell like some kerbau already.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&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/7610008806442045858-2328419175792237755?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/2328419175792237755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/2328419175792237755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-im-bitch-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-5125434190734581232</id><published>2009-03-19T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:12:29.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's episode 18 of GG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.supernovatube.com/play.php?viewkey=b265180009662b249983"&gt;http://www.supernovatube.com/play.php?viewkey=b265180009662b249983&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or, you may choose to visit an alternative link;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.supernovatube.com/divxp.php?viewkey=bed7964188530692ce4c"&gt;http://www.supernovatube.com/divxp.php?viewkey=bed7964188530692ce4c&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; For those of you who's been dying to watch ANTM Cycle 12, Episode 3, here are the links;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1 : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgwT7INOgB8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OgwT7INOgB8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l08ro9D_tL8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l08ro9D_tL8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3 : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tqsv-88L7tg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tqsv-88L7tg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 4 : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9dNcjCEzFp8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9dNcjCEzFp8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 5 : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M2GKyLXoPR0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M2GKyLXoPR0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part 6 : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NZas1liJ2w0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NZas1liJ2w0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610008806442045858-5125434190734581232?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/5125434190734581232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/5125434190734581232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/03/heres-episode-18-of-gg.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-8110849969343836447</id><published>2009-03-19T10:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:11:27.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wah, everytime I want to blog, mesti stomach ache. Everytime stomach ache, mesti want to blog.&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay wtf ah. Anyways, yesterday, I slept like a pig after the swimming trip with Baby &amp;amp; Zhafir! (Kikyn just sat &amp;amp; took care of our stuffs) Went to Jurong East swimming complex &amp;amp; boy, it was packed! Ni lah akibatnye kalau pergi during the secondary &amp;amp; primary school's holiday. -_-" Disaster sia. There were loads of boys trying to be funny with each other, pushing &amp;amp; doing all those stunts. like wtf lah. &amp;amp; The wave!! OMG, eventhough CCK's wave pool is much smaller, the wave was much stronger lor, compared to Jurong East punye which is so cacat because one side, the wave was stronger than the other. Mampos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, we got a little bit darker because the sun was scorching hot. Glad I swam because it has been sometime since I last swam. This was all the boys idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh, I've been meaning to post pictures but what the hell, punye lah malas. Malas malas malas. But nevermind, for the sake of entertainment lah okay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ScGz4AwM3mI/AAAAAAAABZE/kIPz2t5OxWc/s1600-h/3360684834_1c90ce85e4_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ScGz4AwM3mI/AAAAAAAABZE/kIPz2t5OxWc/s320/3360684834_1c90ce85e4_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314726810130112098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ScGz34dRkGI/AAAAAAAABY8/Ny6Gbl9BHlY/s1600-h/3359867321_38f15cc7e9_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ScGz34dRkGI/AAAAAAAABY8/Ny6Gbl9BHlY/s320/3359867321_38f15cc7e9_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314726807903244386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ScGz333i4nI/AAAAAAAABY0/JCgIOhwp2Jo/s1600-h/3359865963_dac55b6a7e_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ScGz3K09L9I/AAAAAAAABYk/waMiUJGonwk/s320/3359864609_9c2e426248_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314726795654541266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ScG0iVMh_rI/AAAAAAAABZs/TG7_oFQaYmY/s1600-h/3360687742_04f1ee7c2f_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ScG0iVMh_rI/AAAAAAAABZs/TG7_oFQaYmY/s320/3360687742_04f1ee7c2f_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314727537172151986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ScG0iHKbSpI/AAAAAAAABZk/neqOix_qC0g/s1600-h/3360687116_97540e435a_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ScG0h-nsFuI/AAAAAAAABZU/Nfj7TO5v1So/s320/3360684834_1c90ce85e4_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314727531112044258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ScG0hVsdE5I/AAAAAAAABZM/r2sh7BB42kw/s1600-h/3359872403_741d8b81e8_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ScG0hVsdE5I/AAAAAAAABZM/r2sh7BB42kw/s320/3359872403_741d8b81e8_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314727520126178194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ScG1bXt8z5I/AAAAAAAABaU/pUTDNjftpDg/s1600-h/3360696364_47d75351a2_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ScG1bXt8z5I/AAAAAAAABaU/pUTDNjftpDg/s320/3360696364_47d75351a2_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314728517101735826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second game; elder sister won. :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ScG1bFInPDI/AAAAAAAABaM/fX2InZyRj4g/s1600-h/3360695562_7ef5916b4e_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ScG1bFInPDI/AAAAAAAABaM/fX2InZyRj4g/s320/3360695562_7ef5916b4e_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314728512113294386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ScG1arJOjeI/AAAAAAAABaE/NqkMEs-p8Bk/s1600-h/3360694282_7c3289dc60_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ScG1arJOjeI/AAAAAAAABaE/NqkMEs-p8Bk/s320/3360694282_7c3289dc60_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314728505136549346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first game where I won. :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ScG1aeuq2xI/AAAAAAAABZ8/6kqzYMHJ5es/s1600-h/3360688946_110d66b40f_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ScG1aeuq2xI/AAAAAAAABZ8/6kqzYMHJ5es/s320/3360688946_110d66b40f_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314728501803932434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ScG1aUbKIII/AAAAAAAABZ0/17pWz8xJMGs/s1600-h/3360688292_b9bd63eb4d_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ScG1aUbKIII/AAAAAAAABZ0/17pWz8xJMGs/s320/3360688292_b9bd63eb4d_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314728499037741186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are pictures of last week. Last Sunday, if I'm not wrong. Went to IT show with boyfriend &amp;amp; after that, met up with Kikyn, elder sister &amp;amp; Zhafir. The three girls played bowling while the boys went to the arcade. (Prangai budak gemok primary school siak main arcade. -_-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes! Anyways, Funtreats has been revamped. There are still some things under construction though. Go take a look &amp;amp; have a good day ahead! :D&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/7610008806442045858-8110849969343836447?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/8110849969343836447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/8110849969343836447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/03/wah-everytime-i-want-to-blog-mesti.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/ScGz4AwM3mI/AAAAAAAABZE/kIPz2t5OxWc/s72-c/3360684834_1c90ce85e4_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-4300714218182490492</id><published>2009-03-13T02:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T07:50:42.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with the glow that you guys have been talking about? I'm not glowing lah, please. &amp;amp; I'm not even losing weight! I'm putting on weight. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, the past few days have been filled with very mundane activities. I don't know ah, like very restless gitu. Then again, before I forget..&lt;br /&gt;Condolences to my boyfriend's family for the loss of his granny.&lt;br /&gt;Al Fateha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, in case you are a big fan of Gossip Girl, no worries. GG will be aired on the 16th of March in the US which will be the 17th in Sg. I will post the links as soon as I get it. :D &amp;amp; Oh, ANTM Cycle 12 is also on air already. The first episode was a two hour premiere. This year's batch has a lot of weirdos, I swear! Hahaha. In case you have been dying to watch, here's the link;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.supernovatube.com/play.php?viewkey=b948471ecf647617bdf2"&gt;http://www.supernovatube.com/play.php?viewkey=b948471ecf647617bdf2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy yaw! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished eating two sandwiches! I didn't eat rice today which is good. I have 1 month to lose weight before school starts. &amp;amp; I just came out from the toilet. Tsk. I've been shitting a lot siah. Which is good but mak oi, stomach hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh dah, I'm very tired. Will be gg out later.&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmkay bye.&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/7610008806442045858-4300714218182490492?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4300714218182490492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4300714218182490492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/03/tsk-tsk-tsk.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-1381586996561790197</id><published>2009-03-11T07:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T07:23:59.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG! It's been a very long time since I've blogged. Tsk. All thanks to my laziness lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering, I've been doing okay. I have been lazing around for the past week &amp;amp; I have yet to laze around, yet again for another month before school starts. I can't wait for school. I'm just hoping that there are very nice people in my class. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see, I don't remember what I actually did for the past week, I only remembered what I did for the weekend. On Saturday, I went out with the siblings, brother in law &amp;amp; mama to Safra Yishun to celebrate brother's belated birthday. Last month, I got stuffs from US. &amp;amp; This month, I got stuffs from Vietnam. It's a purse &amp;amp; I appreciate my brother's thoughts. Really. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was goood yaw. We had a nice time, laughing &amp;amp; laughing. We went to this place called Eatzi. It's under Jack's Place Holdings so yes, I very much expected the food to be almost the same as Jack's Place. The food was okay. I like the steak. But there's still room for improvement. If not, we would've headed to Newton to have seafood but then, by the time we decided, we were already seated. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us had steaks/pastas except for elder sister. She had Tom Yum &amp;amp; god damn it, it was sent late. -_-" &amp;amp; The best part is, the Tom Yum didn't taste as nice. It was bland. (All based on sister's comments, I didn't taste it.) Anyways, we brought the cake along with us. While brother was heading for a smoke/toilet, we asked the waitress to light the cake for us. They even offered to play the birthday song, which was very sweet. But as soon as we heard the birthday song, we laughed like some idiots. It sounded like some song from a 20 cent kiddy machine. Hahahah. Imagine our faces the first thing we heard the song man. Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday boy was smiling from ear to ear. It was very nice, having all my siblings around (this part, I sound like I have 50 brothers &amp;amp; sisters. -_-"). 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SbbwLSTm1RI/AAAAAAAABYU/7Wpd6cNAeXw/s320/3335911258_14165aca4f_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311696887213380882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SbbwLQSWJRI/AAAAAAAABYM/tvEzircWR_k/s1600-h/3335910572_c4621d5d66_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SbbwLQSWJRI/AAAAAAAABYM/tvEzircWR_k/s320/3335910572_c4621d5d66_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311696886671222034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaah, see? So the many pictures right? Don't worry ah, I didn't edit any of the pictures. You'll notice that I looked a bit shagged. That was because I had a cupcake order the day before &amp;amp; I didn't had enough sleep cause I was up the whole night, doing the icing. It turned out well but there were a few glitches. I will post the pictures once I grab a hold of them. They're with my cousin sister cause she was the one who ordered them. &amp;amp; Besides, I didn't use my eyeliner. I don't know why but these days, I think I prefer not using eyeliner. Weird, I know. But who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, on Sunday, went to my Aunt's house. Another cousin got engaged. I didn't sleep for another night, yet again because I was busy baking the cuppies. =D I'm like superwoman, don't ya know? Haha. I was kind of disappointed when I saw that my cousin's sister already ordered cupcakes from somewhere else but then, I just included mine in the hantaran. So yeah, that night, went home &amp;amp; I slept immediately after a nice bath. Tsk tsk. I slept like more than 15 hours. Yeah I am a pig like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was spent with the boyfriend. I baked him baked rice &amp;amp; I'm glad he loved it. It didn't take me much time eventhough it was my first time. =D I also baked custard bread pudding but that was around 11-ish at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, I will update more soon. Baby's granny has just passed away. I got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwah.&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/7610008806442045858-1381586996561790197?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1381586996561790197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1381586996561790197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-its-been-very-long-time-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SbbpYWeIkuI/AAAAAAAABUU/tPghBmEvgng/s72-c/3335061645_37a326d854_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-4050828296944506708</id><published>2009-03-10T09:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:12:19.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since my blog layout has been changed. You may expect updates latest by Thursday &amp;amp; earliest by tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I want to sleep. Bye! :D&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/7610008806442045858-4050828296944506708?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4050828296944506708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4050828296944506708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/03/since-my-blog-layout-has-been-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-1043786754634896375</id><published>2009-03-07T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T03:10:30.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoko yoko for life! Haha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lily&lt;/span&gt;; Yoko yoko....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attica&lt;/span&gt;; HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lily&lt;/span&gt;; Eh, ape yang kau suro aku pakai that time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attica&lt;/span&gt;; KOYOK LAH BODOH! HAHAHAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni ah orang. Koyok dia panggil Yoko yoko. -_______-" Tsk. Problem sia this child. LOL.&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/7610008806442045858-1043786754634896375?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1043786754634896375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1043786754634896375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/03/yoko-yoko-for-life-haha.html' title='Yoko yoko for life! Haha.'/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-4642370491524859156</id><published>2009-03-02T04:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T04:21:42.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ya allah, malas nye aku nak update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah lah, I think I'll update about yesterday at my private blog. So much for nak tutop. Tsk. Dah, okay bye.&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/7610008806442045858-4642370491524859156?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4642370491524859156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4642370491524859156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/03/ya-allah-malas-nye-aku-nak-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-4245099754742212298</id><published>2009-02-28T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:48:08.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE I HAVE A HATE TAGGER!!!! &amp;amp; THAT TOO, OVER A COACH ISSUE. LOL LOL LOL!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not it is in trend, I buy things that I think suit my personality &amp;amp; needs. I am not trendy. So what makes you think I'd give two flying fucks if Coach is in trend or not? I've had better stuffs. &amp;amp; FYI, I OWNED a Gucci bag when I was 10. But yeah lah, mother's money. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &amp;amp; I would like to sleep. I've had a wonderful day today. =D&lt;br /&gt;*Sighs dreamily.&lt;br /&gt;Blog about everything later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610008806442045858-4245099754742212298?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4245099754742212298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4245099754742212298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/02/hahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-3447216586108232959</id><published>2009-02-25T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:26:07.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Wednesday! Which means that Bleach has already been aired. &amp;amp; Well, I don't think I will be watching because there has been too many fillers &amp;amp; I hate it!!!!! I don't understand why the hell   they just can't get straight to the story. Ughhhhhh!!! I can't take it lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM VERY HAPPY!!! Hahahahah! I have already reserved a Ralph Lauren bag for school. Wooohooo!! ^.^ It's big &amp;amp; I like! My sister kept saying, "Siak ah Kak, kau bawak big bag to ITE eh? Kekek siah!" Eh hello?! I like wearing big bags whaatt!! &amp;amp; It's Ralph Lauren &amp;amp; it's pink. Heeeeheeee. I the likes! &amp;amp; Oh, I have also reserved this Guess bag;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SaUJyeKowzI/AAAAAAAABTg/Fx1hQ6X0LnY/s1600-h/Guess+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SaUJyeKowzI/AAAAAAAABTg/Fx1hQ6X0LnY/s320/Guess+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306658498621784882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyahahahah. It is yet again, BIG. But yes, I like it. The colour is even lighter in real life. Hohoho. Oh, anyways, I was also thinking of buying this Kate Landry bag but I don't the know lah. Macam nak suroh Boyfriend sponsor aje. Muahahaha. But I'd rather buy a Coach or a Michael Kors watch. We will see. Boyfriend's buying the Adidas watch &amp;amp; probably the Emporio Armani or the Nautica watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! &amp;amp; Sister bought for us quite a number of stuffs! Nyahahaha. Thank you sister! She says that she's going again next year &amp;amp; I'm like woah, I wish I could follow siah. But ye lah..Nak collect duit flight je, mesti da mcm nak mampos. Haha. So, I'll just kirim lah I think.. Okay lah, I'll blog again later. I want to read my book &amp;amp; play PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&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/7610008806442045858-3447216586108232959?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/3447216586108232959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/3447216586108232959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-humans.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SaUJyeKowzI/AAAAAAAABTg/Fx1hQ6X0LnY/s72-c/Guess+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-4159883285792885457</id><published>2009-02-24T02:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T03:44:56.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's the up, people?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new habit already! I love to blog when I am sleepy. Haha. When I'm sleepy, all sorts of things will start to pop in my mind. Aiyoh, so weird hor, me. Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, remember I mentioned in my previous post about doing something special for my boyfriend? So, I went to Pasir Ris on a Saturday night just to meet him for a short while after the tiff. Brought for him the dish I cooked &amp;amp; a heart shaped brownie with M&amp;amp;M's at the borders with "I Love You, Alif" written with icing. Hehe. He was pleased lah with my efforts. ( I know Alif, you're pleased, don't try to deny me okay!! Haha. ) I made him the brownies since he said that he's craving for some. Heh. So, being the always tak-sampai-hati-girlfriend, I baked for him despite the fact that I didn't sleep. But tu pon, we quarelled cause he mati mati forced me to go to his friend's kenduri. It's not that I don't want to go lor, it's just that I don't feel right. Haiyah. Neberrmind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we met after a week of not meeting each other. I missed him like crazy lor! But must show that I am angry, so I came with an angry face but when he saw me, he just pulled me &amp;amp; hugged me. But still, I am very stubborn headed what, still show angry face. Padahal padahal. Haha. So anyways, there was this once where we were arguing while sitting at a round table. Member mati mati nak menang, nak step debate macam judge, skali fall from the seat. HAHAHAHAHA. Classic siah my baby's face. Abeh complain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"B, jubo macam nak koyak siak.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I couldn't stop myself from laughing siah. It was very nice, laughing at him. Haha. Cb you Attica. Anyways, I met him again yesterday. I cooked Sambal Tumis yesterday &amp;amp; I fed him. He is a baby what! I am like the mother. -_-" He actually asked for a second helping sia! Hahahah. I thought it wasn't nice. So far, I've cooked like 4 dishes for the family. I have to cook another 2 for tomorrow. -_-" My mother says that she's going to make full use of me before school starts. -_-" Seriously hor, I am going to be transformed from a daughter to a full time maid. Aiyah. I give up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Kikyn showed me a picture of Lady Gaga before her plastic surgery;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SaL8WTyse6I/AAAAAAAABTQ/ghhEnTdibA8/s1600-h/lady-gaga-cosmetic-surgery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SaL8WTyse6I/AAAAAAAABTQ/ghhEnTdibA8/s400/lady-gaga-cosmetic-surgery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306080771196091298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak boleh carry siol die punye nose!!! Didn't know she went for a plastic surgery! But yeah lah, takkan she want to do every single thing also want to tell me kan. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, very sleepy already. I have to meet sister at Tampines tomorrow. Collecting presents from US!! ^.^ I the likes!&lt;br /&gt;BYE! MWAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610008806442045858-4159883285792885457?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4159883285792885457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/4159883285792885457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-up-people-i-have-new-habit.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SaL8WTyse6I/AAAAAAAABTQ/ghhEnTdibA8/s72-c/lady-gaga-cosmetic-surgery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-1192480190682923601</id><published>2009-02-23T02:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:58:42.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WILL BLOG LATER. VERY SLEEPY ALREADY. WAIT FOR MY UPDATE OKAY? MWAH!&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/7610008806442045858-1192480190682923601?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1192480190682923601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1192480190682923601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/02/will-blog-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-8641796541010128050</id><published>2009-02-21T02:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T03:20:33.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I whipped up a dish for the family today.&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;I know right, weird. I cooked Lemak Chili Padi. I love going around, telling people that I can't cook. I can only bake. &amp;amp; That's the truth, actually. I don't know how to cook. But then, I don't know what was up with me just now. I asked Mum the ingredients &amp;amp; the how-to's &amp;amp; after that, I tried cooking without any help. Mum said that I passed. Haha. What the hell siah. The only dishes that I ever tried cooking is Asam Pedas &amp;amp; Chicken soup. After that, I totally gave up. Mum told me that cooking is easy, everything can be adjusted. But, baking's not. You have to have a lot of patience in baking. I, on the other hand, happens to think that baking is fun &amp;amp; easy but cooking's not. But I am glad it turned out well. So, I am meeting my Boyfriend tomorrow &amp;amp; I'm going to bring some food for him, made by me. It's been my habit, actually. I love feeding him because he appreciates it. =D So tomorrow, or rather, later, for the first time, he's going to taste something cooked by me &amp;amp; oh, I have something special for him as well. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, I've been talking to my Mum about Funtreats. I have two upcoming orders. One is the brownie order, the other one is cupcakes for an engagement. Mum said that I should make the brownies as my trademark since a lot of people likes ordering them. So yeah, I think I should start coming up with things that are linked with brownies. Like brownie cupcakes, heart shaped brownies &amp;amp; whatnots. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay dah lah, takpe. I wanted to update more but the stupid blogger punye picture uploader just won't work. Pfffffffft~.&lt;br /&gt;K Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610008806442045858-8641796541010128050?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/8641796541010128050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/8641796541010128050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-whipped-up-dish-for-family-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-782307026677324872</id><published>2009-02-19T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:09:36.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S; I am in a lazy mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to blog since PS in under maintenance. &amp;amp; It will continue to be under stupid maintainence until 2AM. What the fuckkk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was spent going out to visit granny at her crib. Went with mother. Mother's not working today &amp;amp; tomorrow. So whooopeeee, she's going to make me fat for another day. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot take it lah, I have been eating rice &amp;amp; instantly, within 2 day, I gained back another 700g. WHAT THE FUCK, I know. Ohwells, I just have to keep trying &amp;amp; striving. I just don't want to grow anymore, that, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see. Things with boyfriend have been okayy. His moodswings have reduced. If not, tsk tsk, da macam hurricane katrina already!!! Eyerrr! Boys tend to get very petty lah hor. Their occasional pettiness, alamak!! Lagi worst than girls. In fact, like menopause! Haiyah. Eh hello boys all over the world, the world doesn't revolve around you okay! Haaaah. I am very tired of feeling emo already. So, if he says that he is very lazy to talk to me, I'll go like, "Hmm, whatever lah." Seriously, when I think of it, layan layan pon until forever won't end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, school is in approximately uhhh, 1 month plussss!!!! YEAYY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*throws self made confetti from recycled paper*&lt;br /&gt;Baikk! My registration is at the end of next month. I am going to drag my Lily baby to her old school yawww. Confirm the first thing she thinks about is eating. -_-" What the nenehpok lah kan. But nevermind. MUST.DRAG.LILY. &amp;amp; Then next, I shall think about what shoe &amp;amp; bag to buy. I was thinking of Nike &amp;amp; Volcom. I mean, Nike shoes &amp;amp; Volcom bag. But we'll the seee cause I saw this Everlast (I think) black bag at AMK hub &amp;amp; it was sooo cuteness, tak boleh carry already! So we'll see lah hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently feeling very sleepy. Eyes can shut anytime soon. I want to call boyfriend but member forever nak feeling feeling single, don't want to pick up my call.. So whatever. I mean, I really don't care already. I will talk to Lily. Lily is not my last resort lah, hello! She wants to talk to me &amp;amp; so do I. Have to update each other on our lives &amp;amp; gossip more. (Cause we're so kepo like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh dah lah! Tomorrow blog again. Right now, I can fall asleep anytime on the keyboard. Will reply tags soon! :) Mwah, g'night!&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/7610008806442045858-782307026677324872?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/782307026677324872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/782307026677324872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/02/p.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-2193271080751349062</id><published>2009-02-19T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:16:48.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lily's silly moments;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;❤ suehyelee says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaahahah. eh korangs buat ape.&lt;br /&gt;❤ suehyelee says:&lt;br /&gt;attica confirm facebook&lt;br /&gt;❤ suehyelee says:&lt;br /&gt;afra... err, possibility maseh tgah edi blogshop&lt;br /&gt;❤ suehyelee says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;❤ suehyelee says:&lt;br /&gt;edit*&lt;br /&gt;afra syahirah. says:&lt;br /&gt;babi. mcm mane tau.&lt;br /&gt;afra syahirah. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;❤ suehyelee says:&lt;br /&gt;KIMAK SERIOUS?&lt;br /&gt;❤ suehyelee says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;❤ suehyelee says:&lt;br /&gt;PERANGAI SIA&lt;br /&gt;❤ suehyelee says:&lt;br /&gt;org maseh anta order pe?&lt;br /&gt;❤ suehyelee says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;❤ suehyelee says:&lt;br /&gt;wah, org order cupcakes dari attica. org nak baju dari afra. org taknak apape ke dari aku?&lt;br /&gt;❤ suehyelee says:&lt;br /&gt;kimak loser sia&lt;br /&gt;❤ suehyelee says:&lt;br /&gt;haahhhaah&lt;br /&gt;afra syahirah. says:&lt;br /&gt;aku tgh reply emails ah.&lt;br /&gt;afra syahirah. says:&lt;br /&gt;leceh betul.&lt;br /&gt;attica says:&lt;br /&gt;*laughing to lily in silence*&lt;br /&gt;afra syahirah. says:&lt;br /&gt;org tk order bender dari kau. org ORDER kau around.&lt;br /&gt;afra syahirah. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;❤ suehyelee says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA u guys are a bunch of fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;❤ suehyelee says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk, tak cukup kasih sayang right? I know lor..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610008806442045858-2193271080751349062?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/2193271080751349062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/2193271080751349062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/02/lilys-silly-moments-suehyelee-says.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-1383406606501111337</id><published>2009-02-17T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:12:49.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Have you actually come to a point in life where people are actually forcing you to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda feeling low. I am sick of people asking me to change for them. I just want to change for myself. Actually, I just want to break free. I am sick of all these just coming towards me. I need a quick getaway, alone. I just want to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel vulnerable right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Lily just now. I realised that because of people, I have become from a soft hearted girl to one who's heart is as hard as a rock. I don't cry easily. I don't fall easily. I don't admit defeat. But with all that said, I am starting to ponder whether this is actually what I want. I used to be a cry baby. But being a cry baby isn't a bad thing after all because I tend to be sympathetic with situations &amp;amp; people. Right now, I am not. However I felt a year ago is now coming back to haunt me. I hate being depressed. I hate being so messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Now, I feel like I have to impress people. Impress people by being graceful, being polite, being... a lady. I am not graceful. I am messed up. I am not pretty. I am just me. I have nothing that completes the word 'WOMAN'. I am sorry to burst your bubble but this is how I am. I am nothing but just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so fucking 'emo' right now, ugh. It's been a very long time since I've been feeling this way. A year, to be exact. *Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, da boleh stop jadi emo emo. -_-" Today is an emotional day for me lor. I cried a lot. Hmmm, okay bye!&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/7610008806442045858-1383406606501111337?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1383406606501111337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1383406606501111337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-you-actually-come-to-point-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-2285412363058612155</id><published>2009-02-16T07:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:22:49.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's 6:56AM right now. Ah amek kau. Very early kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up actually. I don't know what is it about me &amp;amp; sleeping a lot. But you know what? My routine has made me lose 2.3kg. -_-" But never the mind, I the likes! Heheh. I'd rather sleep than wait for some miracle to happen. &amp;amp; That miracle is for boyfriend &amp;amp; me to actually be in good terms. I don't want to give in &amp;amp; so does he. It's okay lor. Anyway, it's been like so long since I've played this game with him. I'm sure it's going to be fun, NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, how was your Vday, people? Mine was nice! Heheh. Okay, 3/4 of it was nice, 1/4, wasn't, all thanks to someone. Pffft~. Oh anyways, Saturday was also Diana &amp;amp; Matin's engagement. They are my customers who ordered the cupcakes. This is how the cuppies look like;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SZiiCnWTN1I/AAAAAAAABRo/l6PScJOCZ7k/s1600-h/P1030998g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SZiiCnWTN1I/AAAAAAAABRo/l6PScJOCZ7k/s400/P1030998g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303166727034713938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyehehehe. I am glad it turned out good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, Vday was gooood. Went to meet Lily at CCK &amp;amp; off we went to Sentosa. Sentosa was practically packed with groups of people, celebrating Vday together. I didn't quite see couples having picnic together. It was more of like CNY. All the people grouping together &amp;amp; having fun. Pictures will be posted in FB. I am very malas like that, want to upload here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh!!! Anyways, I HATE LITTLE CHILDREN WALKING AROUND WITH SQUEAKING SHOES!!!! I used to think that they were cute until yesterday. I was at the verge of chasing after that kid &amp;amp; just taking off his shoes &amp;amp; throwing it away!! Sial lah! Punye lah annoying! The weather was already very kurang ajar punye panas. Abeh summore must tolerate this kind of sounds. Wah sibeh!! I wanted to smack the shit right out of the kid's mother. Tsk. Why do you even buy your kid that kind of shoes ni?! If you buy those flashing lights shoe nevermind you know.. That one, you walk around everywhere also people don't mind. Ni squeaking shoes eh!! Aiyoh! The whole NTUC can hear siah! &amp;amp; I am not kidding. Abeh imagine, this kid wasn't just walking. This kid was RUNNING!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! MotherF! So therefore, if you have kids who wears squeaking shoes, please do not come near me. I'll chase your kid, I swear. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyah, it's a stupid Monday already. I am not in talking terms with boyfriend. I don't know what to do. All I feel like doing is cry. But no, I won't because I am strong like that. Heh. Eh yeah! I forgot, I am supposed to post pictures of the new kitten. She is sooo hyper lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SZi1XpHfwDI/AAAAAAAABSI/t6x3tQ92Mng/s1600-h/P1030991+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SZi1XpHfwDI/AAAAAAAABSI/t6x3tQ92Mng/s400/P1030991+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303187979007672370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SZi1XDRk1HI/AAAAAAAABSA/PQMDbSIA4ZU/s1600-h/P1030993+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SZi1XDRk1HI/AAAAAAAABSA/PQMDbSIA4ZU/s400/P1030993+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303187968849400946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SZi1W0g85OI/AAAAAAAABR4/66y6pAQjZzA/s1600-h/P1030994+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SZi1W0g85OI/AAAAAAAABR4/66y6pAQjZzA/s400/P1030994+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303187964887360738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SZi1WhFFbOI/AAAAAAAABRw/ANUwcLYzhAQ/s1600-h/P1030996+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SZi1WhFFbOI/AAAAAAAABRw/ANUwcLYzhAQ/s400/P1030996+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303187959670205666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SZi5er6V6RI/AAAAAAAABSo/_9lZTMIGDOY/s1600-h/P1030986+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SZi5er6V6RI/AAAAAAAABSo/_9lZTMIGDOY/s400/P1030986+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303192498063403282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SZi5eLVr1OI/AAAAAAAABSg/kjzsopxtzEA/s1600-h/P1030987+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SZi5eLVr1OI/AAAAAAAABSg/kjzsopxtzEA/s400/P1030987+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303192489319716066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SZi5dkEUxkI/AAAAAAAABSY/FUq26TOc-MM/s1600-h/P1030988+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SZi5dkEUxkI/AAAAAAAABSY/FUq26TOc-MM/s400/P1030988+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303192478777919042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SZi5dfkDf9I/AAAAAAAABSQ/JCd9NSYoujo/s1600-h/P1030989+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SZi5dfkDf9I/AAAAAAAABSQ/JCd9NSYoujo/s400/P1030989+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303192477568827346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. We call her 'monyet'. Hahaha. Because she just can't sit still. Ah okay, I'mma go play PS now. Have a great Monday ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwah, bye!&lt;br /&gt;P.S; Tagboard has been added to Funtreats.bs for your convenience. PLEASE DO NOT FLOOD MY BOARD WITH ADS THERE OKAY? HAHA.&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/7610008806442045858-2285412363058612155?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/2285412363058612155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/2285412363058612155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-656am-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SZiiCnWTN1I/AAAAAAAABRo/l6PScJOCZ7k/s72-c/P1030998g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-7170620668368893869</id><published>2009-02-13T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T03:09:12.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah ni ah! Belum update, baru start typing a few words, I'm already starting to feel sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smack me people, smack me! Aiyah, sorry ah never update. It's not that I don't want to lor. It's just that I don't see people saying, "Eh update lah! I miss reading your posts!" HAHAHA. Ah yelah! I was kidding eh. I'm no VIP. Heheh. Anyways, how have you been, people? Fine, I hope. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I stayed up late (currently, my kitten's sitting on my lap &amp;amp; actually watching what I'm typing. cute nye si bodoh ni!) to watch ANTM Cycle 11!!! &amp;amp; Yes yaw, I know who's the winner &amp;amp; everything. I watched all the eps already lor. Hoho! Winner was quite expected lor. *Hint* She's never been in the bottom 2. :) Happy watching lah korang. The next cycle which is cycle 12 is going to air on March 6. Omg, March seems like eons away. Ape lagi April! Tsk! Cepat lah school! I very bored already sitting at home. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; 90210 was great too! Sorry ah, this week no GG. Don't understand why also. Maybe next week. Anyways, if you watched 90210 like I do, I'd like to say that I HATE RHONDA LAH!!! Rhonda's like this ultimate loserrr. Sorry but then she's damn annoying. Act lembik in front of Ethan but then end up, she actually likes Ethan! EEEE!!!! The nerveee!!! But padan muka kena reject! Hehe. &amp;amp; I think that Adrianna's getting much prettier! She is very pretty! But I hate her Mum! &amp;amp; Annie's alright but then ah, she's getting out of control. Okay ah, you didn't get that role. So be it! Don't act like as if it's the end of the world semua. Aiyoh. Sorry hor, I am very patriotic like that. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am getting pathetic by the day. I don't really care how many people actually visits my blog anymore. I don't care about pictures although I have quite a few &amp;amp; they're with boyfriend. I don't care about how I look. I don't care about the fact that I am lacking sleep. I don't care if I am actually broke. Basically, I just don't care. Simple.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaaah! Later lah post gambar of my kitty. Leceh lah that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see, Vday is on Saturday yawww! &amp;amp; Guess what? I am not celebrating it although I have a boyfriend this year, thank you. Why? Because boyfriend has duties on that day! &amp;amp; Even on our 9th month. Wooohooo! Gerek gilerrrrr, NOT! Aiyah, but I cannot say anything one! Later boyfriend think I very petty when in fact, I don't care already. I very malas want to fight over petty things, I very malas want to argue. I very malas want to layan his anger. Later menjadi2. -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah okay, I am having hiccups right now &amp;amp; it sucks. I'll try &amp;amp; blog again more! Now, I'm going to watch ANTM cycle 10. :)&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/7610008806442045858-7170620668368893869?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/7170620668368893869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/7170620668368893869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/02/ah-ni-ah-belum-update-baru-start-typing.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-210348263881599837</id><published>2009-02-09T05:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T06:45:52.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aiyah, I seriously have no semangat to blog. No pictures lah, boring blogskins lah. Aiyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind! I shall blog. I shall FORCE myself to blog. So let's see, I am having a boring life. I bore myself to death. I sleep when I'm bored. I eat when I'm bored. I smoke when I feel so weak. I play PS like there's no tomorrow. &amp;amp; I don't know what else I do other than the things mentioned above. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am currently waiting for 8AM because that's the time where PS will reset &amp;amp; I can get coins all over again. &amp;amp; Moreover, it's a Monday! A freaking Monday! Which eventually means that I can look at the new items this week. Heheh. Oh &amp;amp; babies, join the forum lah if you want to get freebies &amp;amp; stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Http://forum.playfish.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the source where I got my rare stuffs like the piano, the pink fridge, the royal chandelier, the princess rugs, the free clothes, the stove, the robot, ducks ( I keep mistyping as 'fucks', wth) &amp;amp; more. &amp;amp; That's where you get to trade rare items as well! If you wanna know whether your items are rare or not, visit the PS database lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Http://kogaweb.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rare items are called NIS in the forum. NIS stands for Not In Shop. Okay? I hope you PS players pretty much understand. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's stop boring the others with my PS talk. Hmmm, let's see.. I want to post pictures of the makeover BUT it's still with boyfriend. Not that I don't want to post it but it is yet again, with boyfriend. I miss him &amp;amp; he misses me. But I don't know when we're going to meet. I hope we'll be able to meet later cause I'll be heading out to find stuffs for my cupcake order. &amp;amp; Atika dearest, please email me at FUNTREATS@LIVE.COM. I rarely go online lor! So that's why. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah lah! I have a new kitten! But I'll post about her naughty ass in the next post. Okay bye! PS waiting. Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;LESTARI!&lt;/b&gt;: Babe,tell me hw to become rich leh.My pet ada 420bucks only sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As mentioned in the post, go join the Forum! Very useful! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;eisha.&lt;/b&gt;: go find new skin fast! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After so long, I stumbled into a bimbotic looking one. So yeah, here it is! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;shahira&lt;/b&gt;: wah long time nvr update. okay okay now updated alright. okay okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;shahira&lt;/b&gt;: and ehk the punishments went well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ya lor! Too free but too lazy. Lol. &amp;amp; No, boyfriend only did one siak! Wth. He very ngada2 because the next day, I made him wait under my void deck for 2 hours &amp;amp; he went off after that. So he kinda forfeit the tanning session. Kurang ajar lor that one! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;Atika&lt;/b&gt;: Cepat-cepat. I nak tengok makeover picture you! By the way babe, i rasa i nak buat cupcake untuk bf i. Tolong please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still with boyfriend lah baby. Later I post. Please email me for the cuppies can? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;ur kakak&lt;/b&gt;: yeah2, i'll try to get the VS bag for u if they have.if not, u.s karung guni bag can??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-_-" Ape siak karang guni bag??? Anyways, how long you gnna be there ah sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7610008806442045858-210348263881599837?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/210348263881599837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/210348263881599837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/02/aiyah-i-seriously-have-no-semangat-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-7649420087509839001</id><published>2009-02-07T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T13:33:38.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's been a week since I've updated my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;br /&gt;Smack me people, smack me. I have been too addicted to Pet Society. That is why I have been too lazy to blog. Oh yeah, I am addicted to Pet Society not just because of the game lor! I am addicted because I have found a newer way to get richer. ^.^ Sooooo addictive lor! I've got so many things in my house now. I received a lot of freebies, a lot of rare things in which I can exchange for Jukes or Lips which are the most expensive things in the shops. Heheheheh. I am playing PS (still) &amp;amp; blogging. So, I am multi tasking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see. I can't recall what I did the whole week. I only remembered going for a swim with boyfriend &amp;amp; accompanying mother to BBDC on Tuesday, met him again on Wednesday ( or not, I really don't remember), pigged out on Thursday (come to think of it, I also went for my BTE) &amp;amp; went for a make up session at Chinta Weddings yesterday. I swear I looked so different lor! I didn't look like me at all. Will show you guys the picture soon since it's with boyfriend. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. the week was okay lah since I went out a bit. I love swimming! Shall drag boyfriend every now &amp;amp; then. Sorry hor, we are not like those couples who forever want to hug in the pool. Haha. We love splashing water &amp;amp; swimming lor! &amp;amp; Boyfriend loves to pull my legs (literally) in the pool. -_-" But it was fun! We're planning to go again but we don't know when since his insurance will expire next week. ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, actually hor, I don't know what to blog. I mean, currently lah. No inspiration as yet. Okay nevermind. Let me find a new skin first, then I'll blog again. (That too, will take sooo many days since there aren't many nice skins around. Heheh.)&lt;br /&gt;My pet neeeeds me, see you all soooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S; Dear sister, I want that VS BAG FROM US!!! Thank you! &amp;amp; More VS stuffs. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&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/7610008806442045858-7649420087509839001?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/7649420087509839001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/7649420087509839001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/02/omg-its-been-week-since-ive-updated-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-1243838680327393041</id><published>2009-02-03T10:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:46:18.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's episode 17 of GG. Enjoy, babies! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.supernovatube.com/play.php?viewkey=9582340947642904acd4"&gt;http://www.supernovatube.com/play.php?viewkey=9582340947642904acd4&lt;/a&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/7610008806442045858-1243838680327393041?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1243838680327393041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/1243838680327393041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/02/heres-episode-17-of-gg.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7610008806442045858.post-31534170240889617</id><published>2009-02-01T04:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T05:35:29.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG. I FEEL LIKE I'VE TOTALLY NEGLECTED A CHILD. A CHILD WHO IS IN NEED OF ATTENTION. &amp;amp; THE CHILD IS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ah, today I like using freaking caps locks. Because I've been venting. I love venting. Especially at LA. Anyways, how have you shitheads been? I have been not so good lor. I am still sick after 2 weeks (coming 3 already horhor). Pffft~. Being sick is so not fun lor. Makes me feel like an idiot, actually. Ugh. I feel so weak, not dominated at all. Especially to my boyfriend. When I am sick, I feel like a cat. Forever &amp;amp; ever wanting attention. -_-" But what to do.. So, I guess I have to head to the doctor on Monday cause I have plans lined up on Tuesday &amp;amp; Wednesday (boyfriend's punishment, more on that later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was all goooooood. ((((((((: Minus the last part (mentioned at LA). Lily baby slept over on Friday night. We watched Bridewars (AGAIN, for me). I did my brownies since my cousin ordered it. So far, I have been receiving more brownie orders lor. But goood, Alhamdulillah. Anyways, Friday was good. The sleepover was very impromptu. It was nice lor. But I was sick. So, not so fun for me because I kept on coughing lah, sneezing lah, ape lah. So the mafan like that. It's not nice at all le! I mean, the sickness, not sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept late, did stupid things and all. So, yesterday, we went out at 4 plus, went to Admiralty to send the brownies. Had late brunch at KFC (what's new lah hor?) &amp;amp; we waited for my baby to come fetch me. Nyehehe. After that, went to Bedok &amp;amp; I went home to change &amp;amp; we went out again. Went Geylang to get some stuffs &amp;amp; off to Fort Road. Everything was so nice lor! I loved it. We were all so nice to each other. The wind was blowing on our faces &amp;amp; all. It was sooo nice. Something rare, actually. Come on lah, everyday romantic confirm one day penat jugak ape! &amp;amp; Anyways, things like that are hard to come by whatt! Like too good to be true gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get your boyfriend to be nice once in a while da good enough. Okay lah, once in a while later like so deprived like that. Uhhh, every now &amp;amp; then lah can? Ahhh. So yeah lor! Yesterday was very nice until the part where he did something to me. &amp;amp; The rest remains a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; After that, he said sorry &amp;amp; he asked what he could do to make it up to me. (((((:&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, punishments are as follows;&lt;br /&gt;1) Make me the happiest girl on earth for one day by being nice to me &amp;amp; by not saying the wrong things at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;2) Go swimming! (Tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;3) Picnic cum tanning session! (Wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;, I will only forgive him if everything is fulfilled up to my standard. Heheheh. I am very petty what! My boyfriend thinks so. He thinks that I am by far the craziest ( because I love engaging in physical fights with him. I beat him up, not the other way round) &amp;amp; pettiest girlfriend he has ever had. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyeheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;It's morning already. Want to go smoke, eat epok2 &amp;amp; sleep. Mwah. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;eff&lt;/b&gt;: congrats darling!! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;babysassy&lt;/b&gt;: congrats on getting the course!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;NOI&lt;/b&gt;: antar ke email mana yar? lol. anyway, congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;ria&lt;/b&gt;: wah wah congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;Nurul&lt;/b&gt;: hohohoh. bishan is boring! congrats btw! i will blog bout my results soon. khehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;ka&lt;/b&gt;: omg!! congratss!! lets celebrate..... wohhoooooo(: best nyerrrrr. all the best!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;LAA`LAA&lt;/b&gt;: Wah! Good to hear that! Congrats Baby!!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;ur kakak&lt;/b&gt;: congrats sista! so u r my junior in tat sch! dnt let mrs tahir have heart attack k, just in case.n oh yeah. ITE BS is grreat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU BABES!!!! MWAHHHSSS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;suehyelee&lt;/b&gt;: aiseymannn... bishan pah. akan ku pandang kau dgn uniform n in black sneakers. baiiiiikkk. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;suehyelee&lt;/b&gt;: and atyk, "OUHHH... U WANNA TALK ABOUT MOTHERSSS???" hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHA. CCB. KAU DIAM EH LY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;NANI.&lt;/b&gt;: aisehman so gd u got ur drm course. well then wrk hrd! &amp;amp; cya arnd then haha mne tau kite bumpbumpbump. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL! Thanks babe! &amp;amp; Yes, mane tau boleh bump into each other since sch soo near. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;meow&lt;/b&gt;: yesssss kate hudson is hot kan. my hair like her eh? HAHAHAHAH k diam. its 5.39am and im bored, thats all. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hahaha. Kate Hudson is hoot! &amp;amp; Oh, you cut bangs cause you wanna follow her ah. Haha. But you don't look 18 with bangs le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;ur kakak&lt;/b&gt;: did kikyn close her spiderweb blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No lah! She's too 'busy' I think. &lt;/span&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/7610008806442045858-31534170240889617?l=sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/31534170240889617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7610008806442045858/posts/default/31534170240889617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexyinstilettos.blogspot.com/2009/02/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Attica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901199921562093781</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-MvYjSZjWc/SkKTxC8LmmI/AAAAAAAABsY/fkcHN3q2gg0/S220/4667_1098596498537_1035375845_30255590_2893269_n.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
