<?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-1177554397957502888</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:08:29.261+08:00</updated><category term='torn and tattered.'/><category term='nadya baby girl.'/><category term='left.'/><category term='your biggest fan.'/><category term='taste of your kiss.'/><category term='i&apos;ve reach my final verdict'/><title type='text'>your-beautiful-goodbye</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-1449348608555183888</id><published>2010-02-16T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:58:56.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry for being away. Read my tumblr for more updates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna delete this blog. But I don't feel like it. Full of memories. :)&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/1177554397957502888-1449348608555183888?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/1449348608555183888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=1449348608555183888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/1449348608555183888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/1449348608555183888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/02/sorry-for-being-away.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-3683341605353165437</id><published>2010-02-11T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T20:44:35.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S3P7TCd19iI/AAAAAAAADNM/3LVGyuFLMfE/s1600-h/sd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436965479664449058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S3P7TCd19iI/AAAAAAAADNM/3LVGyuFLMfE/s400/sd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Promise In The Dark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prove nothing, nothing at all when things fell apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177554397957502888-3683341605353165437?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/3683341605353165437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=3683341605353165437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/3683341605353165437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/3683341605353165437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/02/again.html' title='again.'/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S3P7TCd19iI/AAAAAAAADNM/3LVGyuFLMfE/s72-c/sd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-5500040087508089487</id><published>2010-02-11T15:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:38:07.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're still the one .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S3OtR0Voy0I/AAAAAAAADM8/_yPtJ-VvP-Y/s1600-h/100_0367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436879696785099586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S3OtR0Voy0I/AAAAAAAADM8/_yPtJ-VvP-Y/s400/100_0367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 years ago. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll do a proper update today, since I'm free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I skipped training like again. I have no idea why I'm being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;such a&lt;/span&gt; bitch. My mood is not switching to anything else except rotting at home. All I wanted is to go home and sleep. And yes. I was being ditched alone while the girls enjoyed themselves with the soccer boys. That's the reason why I left without even letting them know. 3 periods of Food &amp;amp; Nutrition is a total disaster. Coursework is a killer. I used to love F&amp;amp;N. But hey, not anymore. I, literally dragged myself to F&amp;amp;N lessons every 2 times a week. I got no idea what's happening in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; lesson today. I slept throughout the lesson for 2 periods. Don't ask me why. Eunice was asleep too. Ya, I know that language is important. In fact, very important. But oh my. You'll murder yourself if you have an idea of what is the teacher teaching, seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Weng&lt;/span&gt; showed me the gift he made for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alycia&lt;/span&gt;. And he told me what he planned to do. Honestly, I was really moved and touched. I shall say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Alycia&lt;/span&gt; is one lucky girl. Really lucky. She owned someone who pampered and shower her with love. Someone who never fail to show, how much he really love her. So sweet. Every one knows that Quin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Weng&lt;/span&gt; is such a sweetheart when it comes to "Love" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bumped into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Khai&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. I didn't get a chance to talk to him but he did text me later at night. Well, it's been long since I last talk to him. Did a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; catch up yesterday and we're done. There's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; new year celebration in school tomorrow. But it will be a bit different this year. Will talk about it tomorrow. Nadya have been telling me this. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" I don't want history to repeat itself. I really feel that it's gonna repeat again. They are all bastards. "&lt;/span&gt; Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;c'mmon&lt;/span&gt; my dear girl. We all know how much he mean to you. He used to be your past, your love and your everything. Certain guys might be a pain in the ass. But there are still a hand full that is willing to always be yours. What happened to me is not gonna happen to you cause I believe different guys/boys/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mens&lt;/span&gt; have different ways of cheating you. Be it he's a man or a guy or even a boy. They are all the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sweety&lt;/span&gt;. You just have to be strong and stand on your two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;feet's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can tell your lies. I don't really care about what you really feel deep down inside. One day you'll realise that you had a good girl in your life. I shall stop here. This post is getting more and more draggy. I promised that there will be pictures for tomorrow's post. I shall take a nap now. Really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1177554397957502888-5500040087508089487?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/5500040087508089487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=5500040087508089487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/5500040087508089487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/5500040087508089487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-still-one.html' title='you&apos;re still the one .'/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S3OtR0Voy0I/AAAAAAAADM8/_yPtJ-VvP-Y/s72-c/100_0367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-5439663987976205009</id><published>2010-02-10T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:07:26.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My blog is dry. I'm lacking of pictures. I'm just plain lazy to upload. School was awesome. I'm blessed with a lovely class. Headed down to Eunice's crib after lunch. Had a great laugh with her watching all the videos. Cute guys, doing stupid things. Nadya arrived few hours later. Did our usual stuffs and off for dinner. I did bonding session with Nadya today. After so long. I bet she understands what I feel. I got no choice but to let it out to someone. She was shocked upon hearing what happened. Oh well. I got no say. Guys now days, are just pieces of trash. You don't gain anything by doing this neither do I. So after all I guess, friends are every thing. They are always there for you to brighten up your life. And hey, I'm perfectly fine. I'm not ego but it's just the fact. People like this don't deserve the best from me. Siti's birthday in 3 days time. I got nothing in mind, yet. And, I'm taken on Valentine's Day. Start wondering who alright, baby girls. Nyehahahahhahahahahahahahahaha. :P AdelineB, text me your number ! Thank you, ily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" Pain is temporary. Pride is forever. "&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/1177554397957502888-5439663987976205009?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/5439663987976205009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=5439663987976205009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/5439663987976205009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/5439663987976205009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-blog-is-dry.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-4276661650892716588</id><published>2010-02-09T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:02:18.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a nasty bitch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You never wanna play games with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I can play it better than you do. I gonna leave things hanging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trust me, Try me baby. &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/1177554397957502888-4276661650892716588?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/4276661650892716588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=4276661650892716588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/4276661650892716588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/4276661650892716588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-nasty-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-706229036652206244</id><published>2010-02-08T21:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:47:33.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S3ARz6gACKI/AAAAAAAADM0/6SHGybAY65w/s1600-h/Abby.-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435864333810665634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S3ARz6gACKI/AAAAAAAADM0/6SHGybAY65w/s400/Abby.-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Welcome to the family, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nurul Abby Fardyanna Binte Muhd Ridzwan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's my gorgeous and healthy niece. Look at how fat and round is she. She's only 4 days old. My 2nd brother is really blessed, with this baby girl of his. You have no idea how deep are her dimples. Damn adorable. Arghh, I just feel like squashing her in my arms. Haha. Will be paying her a visit this Sunday. I can't wait. Mum is slowly showing positive signs. I'm really glad. In fact, everyone is glad to see that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; We know you too well, mum. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177554397957502888-706229036652206244?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/706229036652206244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=706229036652206244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/706229036652206244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/706229036652206244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/02/welcome-to-family-nurul-abby-fardyanna.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S3ARz6gACKI/AAAAAAAADM0/6SHGybAY65w/s72-c/Abby.-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-9161978014906165875</id><published>2010-02-07T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:03:17.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;How many times I gave my heart to how many times everything fall apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only you have an idea how much I want this to work out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out of sudden, I start to think of you. I miss your heartbeat in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I wish I could turn back time, let you breathe and be in my arms for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; the rest of your life. If only I were given the chance to keep you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll always be a part of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177554397957502888-9161978014906165875?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/9161978014906165875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=9161978014906165875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/9161978014906165875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/9161978014906165875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-many-times-i-gave-my-heart-to-how.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-8833669688819921920</id><published>2010-02-06T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T11:44:21.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S2ziU5cZxSI/AAAAAAAADMc/lDOcW8kCc3E/s1600-h/BLUR+ONE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434967698974557474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S2ziU5cZxSI/AAAAAAAADMc/lDOcW8kCc3E/s400/BLUR+ONE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Selfish. Egoist. Irrational. Heartless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all in you. I'm just the girl next door whom you take for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be meeting the usual girls today. It's been long. We shall get bitchy today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Errrr, I can't be bother anymore. You can be this way, for as long as you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By all means, my pleasure. ((((: Bye .&lt;br /&gt;&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/1177554397957502888-8833669688819921920?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/8833669688819921920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=8833669688819921920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/8833669688819921920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/8833669688819921920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/02/selfish.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S2ziU5cZxSI/AAAAAAAADMc/lDOcW8kCc3E/s72-c/BLUR+ONE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-3754719260443763058</id><published>2010-02-05T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T21:41:40.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='left.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S2vLxSAU7QI/AAAAAAAADME/DHb0iZCavPY/s1600-h/sdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434661415392263650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S2vLw2L6PeI/AAAAAAAADL0/hqTz0ux8vss/s400/4512_1177161351925_1314842880_509972_231698_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I found this ugly photo of us. Now you have an idea of how horrible we look like. Oh my god, I look damn hideous. My oh my. I'm sick and tired of the same old routine. What is wrong with humans &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;now days&lt;/span&gt;? They will tend to push you away when you're trying so hard to put yourself in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; shoes. This is the reason why I used to choose my own way of life instead of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prioritising&lt;/span&gt; others feelings ahead of me. Being selfish is totally not a need. I gonna put everything aside and get over with my O&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt;. I don't wanna be affected by all these little issues. I guess, leaving Singapore will be a very good idea as that's where A Whole New Chapter Begins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girls, Romp5 15 March 2010 at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zirca&lt;/span&gt; and Rebel.&lt;/span&gt;&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/1177554397957502888-3754719260443763058?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/3754719260443763058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=3754719260443763058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/3754719260443763058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/3754719260443763058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-found-these-ugly-photos-of-us.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S2vLw2L6PeI/AAAAAAAADL0/hqTz0ux8vss/s72-c/4512_1177161351925_1314842880_509972_231698_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-6866861349023485518</id><published>2010-02-03T19:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T20:25:52.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S2lpzFInX5I/AAAAAAAADLc/gVIwuM3tMwE/s1600-h/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433990751671771026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S2lpzFInX5I/AAAAAAAADLc/gVIwuM3tMwE/s400/123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let's start of with school. It's awesome today. We girls dragged Quin Weng to the girls toilet before afternoon assembly today. He was begging us to let him go as he need to pee badly. It was kinda hilarious. I just can't stop laughing. Thanks lovelies for making me smile. Eunice come up with a stupid plan after our recess today. This is how our conversation goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eunice: Lets be late for geography class. We can sit outside the class and talk for 2 periods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aisha: Yaaaa, let's walk slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: Let's go to the toilet then. But what if she asked why are we late?&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Tell her I'm not feeling well, vomited and you girls accompany me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aisha: Say to her that we didn't hear the bell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: If we have good excuses, she will not ask us to sit outside you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eunice: Then let's say we're in the toilet and didn't hear the bell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Aisha: Yaaa, okay sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at how mischievous are we. We're just sick and tired of school. Visited cousin later in the late afternoon. And Congrats to dearest brother for his new born baby girl. I just hope you'll open up your heart and make your way back home with a total change in you. I really expect something way much better since you're a dad now. As for you to know, I love you. Now, I have no idea what is she up to. She's really getting on my nerves. I have no idea what's in her mind. What is she trying to impressed exactly? I just feel that she's trying hard. Way too hard I guess. She sounds so desperate. I'm trying to be nice and ignore. I thought she's matured enough to realise and think that what she's doing now have already crossed the line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But well, it seems like she's not aware of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ignorance Is Bliss.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177554397957502888-6866861349023485518?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/6866861349023485518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=6866861349023485518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/6866861349023485518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/6866861349023485518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-start-of-with-school.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S2lpzFInX5I/AAAAAAAADLc/gVIwuM3tMwE/s72-c/123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-6715983545187172208</id><published>2010-01-28T20:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:13:10.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S2GHbMQj7ZI/AAAAAAAADHs/VjkNRy5w0IA/s1600-h/CIMG5466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431771526802435474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S2GHbMQj7ZI/AAAAAAAADHs/VjkNRy5w0IA/s400/CIMG5466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My head is spinning like, god knows how. My migraine is seriously a killer. I've thrown away my medicine. I hate to look at them. What more, consume them. I rather die. There's cross country tomorrow. 3.4KM at Macritchie. It's a compulsory event for the whole school. I was about to take MC tomorrow when Siti actually gets angry. Looks like I have to go. We have to gather at Macritchie as early as 7.25am. I might not be blogging for a few days. Will be at Aunt's place during the weekends to help out for cousin's engagement and nephew's ceremony. I'll be away at Jurong and Teban. So far, omg. I have to be apart from Mum. :(((( And I can't put myself to sleep now. I really want to sleep badly. But this head of mine is being sucha bitch. Relationship is another issue. Everything is in a mess. No commitment. No talks. No communications. Nothing at all. What on earth are we both up to? I have no idea at all. Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those times when a person simply asked, " How's your day?" Oh well, that really makes my day.&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/1177554397957502888-6715983545187172208?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/6715983545187172208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=6715983545187172208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/6715983545187172208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/6715983545187172208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-head-is-spinning-like-god-knows-how.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S2GHbMQj7ZI/AAAAAAAADHs/VjkNRy5w0IA/s72-c/CIMG5466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-4488762227693697272</id><published>2010-01-28T14:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:03:11.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;ve reach my final verdict'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S2Ey0-7ImnI/AAAAAAAADHk/heQMti99xC8/s1600-h/Annisa+Nasi+lemak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431678511411141234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S2Ey0-7ImnI/AAAAAAAADHk/heQMti99xC8/s400/Annisa+Nasi+lemak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of the picture I found in my thumb drive while doing coursework. This was taken last year, during my Food And Nutrition Practical. Look at that gorgeous green rice. Have you ever wonder how it turned green? I did not use any artificial colouring okay. You have no idea how I struggle to make it look green. And now, I'm in school for extra lessons. Doing my F&amp;amp;N coursework. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EuniceB&lt;/span&gt; is beside me. She's so engrossed in the lappy. With her green earpiece plug in her ears, Fingers moving typing down information's and her " Ehhh, what the fuck " face. Ok, she's gonna kill me if she sees this. But, hey baby girl. You know how much I love to irritate you right? Especially showing you off my papaya fruit right in front of your face ! hahaha. I seriously hate the school connection. The laptop just have to give me problems. I'm trying to do my research on obesity. Sounds easy, but hell no. It's a whole of hard work man. I'm having training at 330pm. I doubt I'll be going. I'm really damn shag these few days. You people can start calling me Nysa Panda. If you think you ain't wanna give any commitment, then don't fall in love with me. As simple as that. I didn't make it sound so complicated, didn't I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177554397957502888-4488762227693697272?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/4488762227693697272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=4488762227693697272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/4488762227693697272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/4488762227693697272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-one-of-picture-i-found-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S2Ey0-7ImnI/AAAAAAAADHk/heQMti99xC8/s72-c/Annisa+Nasi+lemak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-8604307541251833554</id><published>2010-01-27T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:05:28.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will keep myself busy from today onwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when I said busy means, really busy. I will get tight with everything around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be it with school or whatever shit. I just not gonna sit down and wait for anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will not reply to unnecessary messages and calls. Phone will be put aside during &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;school hours. Too bad if you people won't be able to reach me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177554397957502888-8604307541251833554?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/8604307541251833554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=8604307541251833554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/8604307541251833554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/8604307541251833554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-will-keep-myself-busy-from-today.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-3960620841406860496</id><published>2010-01-27T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:40:28.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S2AvsnMZw9I/AAAAAAAADG8/DDexfaVYk3A/s1600-h/100_0527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431393594090570706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S2AvsnMZw9I/AAAAAAAADG8/DDexfaVYk3A/s400/100_0527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431393581491846722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S2Avr4QofkI/AAAAAAAADGk/Reohq_qvLiY/s400/100_0510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S2AvsdIeSkI/AAAAAAAADG0/eDj_RVOrKeg/s1600-h/100_0520.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found these 2 old pictures when we were at Chennai, India. They were all taken in the year 2008. . Just look at how slim I were 2 years back. Even though I don't look that slim, but hey I really look different now. This shows that I've really gained alot of weight. Well, what do you expect. People change. As years past, everything just couldn't remain the same. Even the small little things have to change. Likewise, same goes for my feelings towards the past. Well, after doing quite a number of reflections, I really think that nothing were worth my time. As for now, I'm taking the risk and every chances that comes by. There's way too much things to be done. I really need to pursue my dreams. That's the only way that would make me feel satisfied. Where am I gonna be 5 years down the road? I shall say, all that really lies within myself. The determination and perseverance towards life challenges is never easy. Take the right path and you'll be on the right track. Every stepping stone brings you closer to success. &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/1177554397957502888-3960620841406860496?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/3960620841406860496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=3960620841406860496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/3960620841406860496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/3960620841406860496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-found-these-old-pictures-when-we-were.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S2AvsnMZw9I/AAAAAAAADG8/DDexfaVYk3A/s72-c/100_0527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-4934146455521527190</id><published>2010-01-26T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:57:45.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S17xjzXJY-I/AAAAAAAADGM/dyLWZd9QGBI/s1600-h/100_0367.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S17xjq-KbZI/AAAAAAAADGE/CHtJzOj0BRk/s1600-h/26012010084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431043795788131730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S17xjq-KbZI/AAAAAAAADGE/CHtJzOj0BRk/s400/26012010084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431043784686363762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S17xjBnS5HI/AAAAAAAADF8/h_cwdk9k96k/s400/26012010082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I look like a " good girl ", don't I? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431043524245569650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S17xT3ZXwHI/AAAAAAAADF0/KNHOWlP8EwA/s400/26012010081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431043517732207922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S17xTfIdvTI/AAAAAAAADFs/rlhztI5LT5c/s400/26012010070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She just make me smile, everyday with her silly acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431043511147294210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S17xTGmf7gI/AAAAAAAADFk/35K7modURMM/s400/26012010068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431043506485666994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S17xS1PFJLI/AAAAAAAADFc/wHi_aSE1KZs/s400/26012010067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Aisha and Aisyah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431043503470003714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S17xSqAFxgI/AAAAAAAADFU/kNsx0FIcz1w/s400/26012010064.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Pictures taken in school today. UGLY + MESSY = graduating classes.&lt;br /&gt;Mission accomplished. I've done a mind map for Geography test tomorrow. So, I shall read it through before I go to sleep. Eunice told me this just now. " Tomorrow's test better write bigger uh. " You should know what she mean. As usual huh babe? hahaha, cute pancake of mine. *inside joke* Training was such a killer. I am sure that I gonna step down right after tournament. I can't take it anymore, dragging myself to school everyday due to lack of rest. My eye bags are extremely ugly. I'm getting darker and darker each day. When we girls took off our jerseys in the toilet after training today, we all go, " OMG, look at the mark on my body ! " You have no idea how fair am I last time compared to now. I need some whitening cream now. Oh ya. We then start to compare our breast with Siti's. HAHAHA, hers is damn huge. Eunice and I was like, wow this is nice when a guy @#$%^&amp;amp; you. Siti was like, What the hell girls? HAHAHAHA. Ok, this sounds so obscene. Whatever it is, I love her breast. Attractive. HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love my girls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177554397957502888-4934146455521527190?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/4934146455521527190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=4934146455521527190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/4934146455521527190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/4934146455521527190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-look-like-good-girl-dont-i-she-just.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S17xjq-KbZI/AAAAAAAADGE/CHtJzOj0BRk/s72-c/26012010084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-2922799069842887663</id><published>2010-01-25T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:37:11.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='torn and tattered.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S12PvvZ2vaI/AAAAAAAADEk/MeADNl0w8VA/s1600-h/24012010028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430654776020221346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S12PvvZ2vaI/AAAAAAAADEk/MeADNl0w8VA/s400/24012010028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look to this day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" Yesterday is already a dream and tomorrow is only a vision,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; but today, well lived, makes yesterday a dream of happiness and every&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; tomorrow a vision of hope. It takes both party for things to work out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you don't wish to work hard for it, then don't fall in love. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177554397957502888-2922799069842887663?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/2922799069842887663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=2922799069842887663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/2922799069842887663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/2922799069842887663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/01/look-to-this-day.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S12PvvZ2vaI/AAAAAAAADEk/MeADNl0w8VA/s72-c/24012010028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-4746135040542168279</id><published>2010-01-23T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T15:25:53.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/63wNNybuJtA&amp;amp;color1=" width="425" height="320" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" color2="0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=" feature="player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;center&gt;Can someone sing this to me? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RMmX6Ucqh5k&amp;amp;color1=" width="425" height="320" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" color2="0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=" feature="player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ncypg5hyXCg&amp;amp;color1=" width="425" height="320" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" color2="0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=" feature="player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm really impressed by his talent. Multi-talented guy.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I just can't stop listening to I'm Yours. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177554397957502888-4746135040542168279?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/4746135040542168279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=4746135040542168279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/4746135040542168279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/4746135040542168279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-someone-sing-this-to-me-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-6887815504514334056</id><published>2010-01-22T22:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T23:02:18.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never take chances cause you might feel the pain, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's what I'm feeling right now. I swear, it feels like someone just tattooed across my heart. I have no idea what's exactly running through my mind. Everything is all jumbled up. I, seriously, hate this feeling. Do you know how it feels when everything seems so wrong and when you felt that there's something that you should know but you're just being kept in the dark? I'm trying not to be moved by all these. But apparently, I can't. This really sucks big time. I'm not directing this to anyone. But this is just what I feel deep down. And blogger is where I pend down my thoughts since it's hard for others to actually feel the pinch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when I really speak up to them. Goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't let someone become a priority in your life when you're just an option in theirs."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177554397957502888-6887815504514334056?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/6887815504514334056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=6887815504514334056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/6887815504514334056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/6887815504514334056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/01/never-take-chances-cause-you-might-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-1745474824613362855</id><published>2010-01-20T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:22:21.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything just seems so wrong today. I have no idea what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on earth is going on today. Every little things just have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;irritate&lt;/span&gt; the hell out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it just feels so different when you have to put my with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; ego, again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after not being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hooked&lt;/span&gt; up/ tide down for quite some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parts and parcel of life. Life's is all about how you handle it and how the mindset works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be optimist and everything is gonna turn out fine, hopefully. Life is unfair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate it when I have to give in everytime to everyone. And I hate monkeys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So please dearest girl, be the best monkey cause I seriously hate you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177554397957502888-1745474824613362855?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/1745474824613362855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=1745474824613362855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/1745474824613362855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/1745474824613362855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/01/everything-just-seems-so-wrong-today.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-3422814717097690521</id><published>2010-01-16T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:23:26.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nadya baby girl.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HKdF3FIaI/AAAAAAAADCE/3HkVnk3ndnM/s1600-h/100_4033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427341627096375714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HKdF3FIaI/AAAAAAAADCE/3HkVnk3ndnM/s400/100_4033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was NadyaB idea&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HKd58ywuI/AAAAAAAADCc/THqT4vkRWbM/s1600-h/ertyu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427341641078981346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HKd58ywuI/AAAAAAAADCc/THqT4vkRWbM/s400/ertyu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Beloved Aunty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427341638201119058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HKdvOqEVI/AAAAAAAADCU/5oTw7bRPuMw/s400/100_4035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427341630330517298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HKdR6KNzI/AAAAAAAADCM/UT54D-qQ6sk/s400/100_4034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My BFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427341623153433410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HKc3LAm0I/AAAAAAAADB8/vLmN4drbP2Y/s400/100_4032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dramatic enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427341240913238786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HKGnN2GwI/AAAAAAAADBk/nS2jC3qR8Xc/s400/100_4028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427341238966903202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HKGf9zYaI/AAAAAAAADBc/H45X7pXpN6A/s400/100_4025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427341251066040466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HKHNCdkJI/AAAAAAAADB0/MsvKLgMTf84/s400/100_4030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427341245112836258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HKG23G4KI/AAAAAAAADBs/xQyvD1XdVnU/s400/100_4029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HKGMKlVUI/AAAAAAAADBU/J5kbvLZuqpU/s1600-h/100_4023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427341233651799362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HKGMKlVUI/AAAAAAAADBU/J5kbvLZuqpU/s400/100_4023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HJ5g889JI/AAAAAAAADBM/YYfVr3MGNR4/s1600-h/100_4018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427341015893472402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HJ5g889JI/AAAAAAAADBM/YYfVr3MGNR4/s400/100_4018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HJ5U-ioeI/AAAAAAAADBE/zJvnmjd0tk8/s1600-h/100_4017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427341012678910434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HJ5U-ioeI/AAAAAAAADBE/zJvnmjd0tk8/s400/100_4017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HJ5NB8QFI/AAAAAAAADA8/hVVLbpvgVag/s1600-h/100_4016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427341010545688658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HJ5NB8QFI/AAAAAAAADA8/hVVLbpvgVag/s400/100_4016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We didn't plan aboUT wearing the same brand which we bought it together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sweet right? We even wore the same colour of jeans. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427341003503650418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HJ4yy_RnI/AAAAAAAADA0/vLe2hHzMmE4/s400/100_4012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HJ4YHa5yI/AAAAAAAADAs/JJUgrqc024w/s1600-h/100_4011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427340996341589794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HJ4YHa5yI/AAAAAAAADAs/JJUgrqc024w/s400/100_4011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HJqgbAv-I/AAAAAAAADAE/sUiRnTsGLcI/s1600-h/100_4004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427340758053076962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HJqgbAv-I/AAAAAAAADAE/sUiRnTsGLcI/s400/100_4004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; This is hers okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427340777686054482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HJrpj4NlI/AAAAAAAADAk/G0jtm8SK-ko/s400/100_4010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HJrU3IqvI/AAAAAAAADAc/W_p6h1uU8Bw/s1600-h/100_4007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427340772129680114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HJrU3IqvI/AAAAAAAADAc/W_p6h1uU8Bw/s400/100_4007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HJrAH8HWI/AAAAAAAADAU/_E_dcJmWSO0/s1600-h/100_4006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427340766563016034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HJrAH8HWI/AAAAAAAADAU/_E_dcJmWSO0/s400/100_4006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; See, I told you it's hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HJq__4i4I/AAAAAAAADAM/qGHA4TPUeS0/s1600-h/100_4005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427340766529227650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HJq__4i4I/AAAAAAAADAM/qGHA4TPUeS0/s400/100_4005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pictures of today. DONE. Will be meeting si badot tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merayap jer nysa. Ok, bye. Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177554397957502888-3422814717097690521?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/3422814717097690521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=3422814717097690521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/3422814717097690521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/3422814717097690521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-was-nadyab-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1HKdF3FIaI/AAAAAAAADCE/3HkVnk3ndnM/s72-c/100_4033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-1761133234902077542</id><published>2010-01-15T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:08:37.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1BHu6329ZI/AAAAAAAAC_8/b_LLmaP63vg/s1600-h/DSC01299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426916422384547218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1BHu6329ZI/AAAAAAAAC_8/b_LLmaP63vg/s400/DSC01299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; St.Margret's. Bendemeer. Serangoon Garden. Pierce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are the schools that we'll be competing with next week. Most probably it will be held at CCAB, as usual. So, wish the Guangyang girls good luck alright. Hopefully, we'll make it to the 2nd round this time. Looks like we gonna use the same pink jersey again. How's school? As per normal. I just love my class, 5N1. I love the spirit and the same usual cliques. But for sure, I miss the ones who didn't make it through with us. Mdm Haniza talked to me about my Malay grade. She really wants me to retake it for the 3rd time badly. She said that I'm a potential Distinction scorer, and why must I waste it when I can make use of this language to go to Poly? Well, I've reconsidered about what she said. And I've talked to mum about it. Seems like I gonna take it again, this year. Let's hope this time I'll be able to get over and done with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 more months. Intensive coaching ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177554397957502888-1761133234902077542?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/1761133234902077542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=1761133234902077542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/1761133234902077542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/1761133234902077542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/01/st.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S1BHu6329ZI/AAAAAAAAC_8/b_LLmaP63vg/s72-c/DSC01299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-1889645836010358125</id><published>2010-01-14T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:28:41.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your biggest fan.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE YOU SO MUCH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A merciless person like you should just be hang to death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no idea why are you being so immoral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A hypocrite person who thinks highly of himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whereas on the other hand, he have no idea that his actions now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is really insulting himself. Not others. It's damn hideous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177554397957502888-1889645836010358125?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/1889645836010358125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=1889645836010358125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/1889645836010358125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/1889645836010358125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-you-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-8769828795984585185</id><published>2010-01-13T20:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:28:33.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S03DpD2hDCI/AAAAAAAAC_s/X-U3WGSVvkY/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426208236227333154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S03DpD2hDCI/AAAAAAAAC_s/X-U3WGSVvkY/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this is when I don't homework, and copy Eunice's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S03DoliIL3I/AAAAAAAAC_k/37Ojw13ow8I/s1600-h/edfg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426208228088754034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S03DoliIL3I/AAAAAAAAC_k/37Ojw13ow8I/s400/edfg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426208216994034018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S03Dn8M8MWI/AAAAAAAAC_U/L-XVHKZgItg/s400/345678ui.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Recess mad-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyehahahahahah, pictures are so lame man. Really. Look at how selekeh I am in school. Rambot kusut masai. OMG. Never mind, there's no hot guys in Guangyang also. So, it's okay. I was damn tired the whole day today. I dragged myself to school. Due to yesterday training, everything just seems so weak for me. And there's training tomorrow. Omg. Arghhhhh. Damn shitty, I swear. Now, I'm on the phone with Shah. I miss him gitu kan. After so long, he called again. Since we both have been busy with our own stuffs, so we're doing a lil catching up now. Shall head to bed soon. I have not touch any of my homework. AS USUALLLL. hahahahahahah. Goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177554397957502888-8769828795984585185?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/8769828795984585185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=8769828795984585185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/8769828795984585185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/8769828795984585185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-what-happened-when-nur-annisa.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S03DpD2hDCI/AAAAAAAAC_s/X-U3WGSVvkY/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-2348226316517918247</id><published>2010-01-12T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:13:54.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S0xu8NB6N1I/AAAAAAAAC_M/3jiRPWpENag/s1600-h/sdefrgthj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425833631643481938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S0xu8NB6N1I/AAAAAAAAC_M/3jiRPWpENag/s400/sdefrgthj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just got back from training. Oh my god.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; SitiB&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EuniceB&lt;/span&gt; and me are selected for the main 12 again this year South Zone. I've been planning not to play this year since we've been playing competative games/tournaments for the past 4 years. But we really pity &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coach&lt;/span&gt;. So we have no choice but to just agreed on it. This is the last year, endure. My plans of not attending training anymore is all ruined. It seems like I have to attend it regularly from now onwards. Tournaments are next week. I hope my ankle will be nice with me this time. Hopefully. I've received my Food &amp;amp; Nutrition coursework. Early isn't it? Actually not really. The topic looks easy but you'll see me scratching my head, crying and even screaming when I have to sit in front of the laptop in school and finish up the coursework. Damn shitty. The worst part, our class is combined with the 4 express. And I swear I can't tolerate them. Rude, Childish, Attitude problem, Lazy and everything. Irritating bunch of idiotic morons. Enough of school. I might be heading to KL during Chinese New year. Hopefully it's gonna be confirm soon. Oh, I wanna take up &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BioMedical Science &lt;/span&gt;course in Poly. But then, the cut off points is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !?!?! Arghh, Nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177554397957502888-2348226316517918247?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/2348226316517918247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=2348226316517918247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/2348226316517918247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/2348226316517918247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-got-back-from-training.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S0xu8NB6N1I/AAAAAAAAC_M/3jiRPWpENag/s72-c/sdefrgthj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-5010420317608012591</id><published>2010-01-08T19:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:10:44.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't get messed up when you see me with another man.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't no fool for you, no more. :)))))))))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S0caZg0N-4I/AAAAAAAAC-k/hq3sauY7q9c/s1600-h/1854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424333301799058306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S0caZg0N-4I/AAAAAAAAC-k/hq3sauY7q9c/s400/1854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Omg, gos knows how much I miss the gathering we used to have. The gym session and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me do a proper update here alright. So apparently, I went shopping with&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; NadyaB&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. Before that, we met &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AyinB&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;EkahB.&lt;/span&gt; Sat and talked. Oh well, it's the usual ladies stuff. Went our seperate ways and that's where the shopping starts. I was totally shag yesterday. I was dragging myself home. I swear I'll go broke if i were to shop with NadyaB again. She the worst shopper I've ever met. DO NOT SHOP WITH HER. Cause she'll make you spend your money. But still, I had a great time yesterday. Besides the tragic news, I was fine the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I dragged my feet to school as I was all drained out last night. Had a tiff with chemistry teacher. She scolded me and Eunice when we were actually whispering, ONLY. This is how the conversation goes. Read carefully. This teacher is a big time bitch. All time, I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Teacher : You are very annoying. Can't you both stop talking?! *SCREAMING LOUD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eunice: We were just whispering. And I only said a word, and you're screaming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Teacher: DO you know that you're buzzing right at my ear? *screaming again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Ehhhh, you enough or not uh !? *shouts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Teacher: You, enough ! I've been tolerating you *pointing fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: I've been tolerating you too okay. * shouted*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Teacher: Ya, and I've been tolerating you for the past years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: If you think you don't wanna hera any noises, than go to some ratarded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;school where all the mute people are there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Teacher: *shocked face and wanted to say something*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Just shut up okay. SHUT UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Teacher: Don't come and find me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: I won't and I'm not gonna die. I don't need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Teacher: Good. I have a 1 less pupil to teach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Yeahhhh, and I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When lesson ends...............................................................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Yessss uh. She's finally leaving. *saying out loud*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eunice: *LAUGHS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How annoying can she get, right? Full time sucker. Silap hari, aku kena hantar pergi jumpa DM. Just wait and see. I will just have to quarrel with her, from Sec 3 till now. Idiotic. Went for lunch with the girls. (Siti, Tey, Eunice &amp;amp; Nadya). It was Nadya and my treat to them. So, yeah. giggled and stuffs. Headed down to EuniceB crib after that. Like nothing better, we bitch. Oh, and I got myself&lt;strong&gt; g-strings.&lt;/strong&gt; LOL. Sounds obscene. But, I do not care. It's super sexy. But too bad. It's just for me to see. Cuttttttttttte sangat-sangat. It's Saturday tomorrow. I have plans of course. My blog is really dry. I need pictures soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424333838945171490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S0ca4x11OCI/AAAAAAAAC-s/cEl4BWutw-4/s400/tumblr_ksuiuyMTbQ1qa60eko1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ADELINE OSMAN, we miss you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILY~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177554397957502888-5010420317608012591?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/5010420317608012591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=5010420317608012591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/5010420317608012591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/5010420317608012591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/01/omg-gos-knows-how-much-i-miss-gathering.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/S0caZg0N-4I/AAAAAAAAC-k/hq3sauY7q9c/s72-c/1854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-1743302507555140096</id><published>2010-01-01T20:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:36:12.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures UP !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/Sz3v51EmsUI/AAAAAAAAC98/idFmMmmP2mQ/s1600-h/CIMG5184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421753303201919298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/Sz3v51EmsUI/AAAAAAAAC98/idFmMmmP2mQ/s400/CIMG5184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gn&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/Sz3v5huMTtI/AAAAAAAAC90/nhWQQGQRZnk/s1600-h/CIMG5183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421753298007641810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/Sz3v5huMTtI/AAAAAAAAC90/nhWQQGQRZnk/s400/CIMG5183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421753291319930354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/Sz3v5Izt7fI/AAAAAAAAC9s/pkwxIWqRdRs/s400/CIMG5182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421753285292931042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/Sz3v4yWxN-I/AAAAAAAAC9k/T1CwXa_rmuI/s400/CIMG5179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421753281317424706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/Sz3v4ji7zkI/AAAAAAAAC9c/8s88G9djLNw/s400/CIMG5170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421752870340207058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/Sz3vgoiVIdI/AAAAAAAAC9U/R8g81pWYr4A/s400/CIMG5169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421752849329495282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/Sz3vfaQ_HPI/AAAAAAAAC80/c1fvBJsIYGo/s400/CIMG5148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421752148473325602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/Sz3u2nX2qCI/AAAAAAAAC8U/96inZ-me-u0/s400/CIMG5139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421752138351940802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/Sz3u2BqulMI/AAAAAAAAC8M/PXUUO5-ZLAk/s400/CIMG5136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421752164575822146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/Sz3u3jW_QUI/AAAAAAAAC8s/6KuKKqiR0d0/s400/CIMG5147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ayin scolded me. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421752156946658498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/Sz3u3G8DdMI/AAAAAAAAC8k/TWYQF8tBQ0Y/s400/CIMG5141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421752152447744770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/Sz3u22LbewI/AAAAAAAAC8c/J4KhiVUbCJQ/s400/CIMG5140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/Sz3ug-BN3SI/AAAAAAAAC78/ieluL8ZP3Yw/s1600-h/CIMG5127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421751776595270946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/Sz3ug-BN3SI/AAAAAAAAC78/ieluL8ZP3Yw/s400/CIMG5127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/Sz3ufyIoFLI/AAAAAAAAC7k/jOZKaTjp87E/s1600-h/CIMG5103.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421751782351456578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/Sz3uhTdmSUI/AAAAAAAAC8E/KNN2sMSnYNg/s400/CIMG5135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/Sz3ugky_0HI/AAAAAAAAC70/5OptusQJkYw/s1600-h/CIMG5126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421751769824743538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/Sz3ugky_0HI/AAAAAAAAC70/5OptusQJkYw/s400/CIMG5126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/Sz3ugUvcylI/AAAAAAAAC7s/MkfBWz-KTNk/s1600-h/CIMG5117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421751765514898002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/Sz3ugUvcylI/AAAAAAAAC7s/MkfBWz-KTNk/s400/CIMG5117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year World.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are yesterday countdown pictures. I'm too lazy to upload everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Downtown to Clarke Quay and ended up in Maya at 11pm. It was terribly awesome. A brand new year and a brand new start. I was all drained out after countdown and home sweet home at the end of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177554397957502888-1743302507555140096?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/1743302507555140096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=1743302507555140096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/1743302507555140096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/1743302507555140096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2010/01/pictures-up.html' title='Pictures UP !'/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/Sz3v51EmsUI/AAAAAAAAC98/idFmMmmP2mQ/s72-c/CIMG5184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-9147799582970098985</id><published>2009-12-30T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:12:40.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SzoCU2Pn4CI/AAAAAAAAC7M/DMpLuMK8SbM/s1600-h/000V05306IP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420647658675494946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SzoCU2Pn4CI/AAAAAAAAC7M/DMpLuMK8SbM/s400/000V05306IP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's 12:05am now. A shout out to this man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 21st Birthday Nur Danial Lukman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Firstly, this guy made me called him 12 midnight on the dot to sing him a birthday song in 3 different languages. That was his wish. So I granted it. See how nice I am eventhough my heart was pounding real fast. =.=. Anyways, May all your wishes come true dude. Be strong in facing all the realities. I believe one fine day, you'll find the right one. Few more months to ORD huh. So, wishing you all the best in life. I hope you'll be able to fly to Australia by 2011 for your degree, like how you've planned. So, enjoy your birthday celebration Mr Parliament. Why I called him Mr Parliament? Oh well, he debates real good I tell you. The way he speaks and the way he present himself just by a piece of speech, really make you moved. Once again, Happy Birthday. May Allah bless you, Amin. Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XOXO, nysa.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1177554397957502888-9147799582970098985?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/9147799582970098985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=9147799582970098985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/9147799582970098985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/9147799582970098985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-1205am-now.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SzoCU2Pn4CI/AAAAAAAAC7M/DMpLuMK8SbM/s72-c/000V05306IP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-6032073139017233904</id><published>2009-12-29T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:10:38.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SzoXZ2fsTuI/AAAAAAAAC7U/5x4pklZaz2s/s1600-h/100_3974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420670834386423522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SzoXZ2fsTuI/AAAAAAAAC7U/5x4pklZaz2s/s400/100_3974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; This post is dedicated specially for Que (left).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl, this is what your girls felt. I know you'll be reading this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby girl, you knew how much you mean to us. Why are you making things complicated and difficult for everyone? When you said we don't understand what you've been through, it really offends me alot. All these while, we have been encouraging you. Whenever you skipped school, who will be the one that goes, "Bitch you better come tomorrow or I'll hang a pig's head at your door. Understand me?!" If it wasn't us who nagged at you, do you think you'll have the courage to even be where you are now? I'm not trying to prolong this matter. But as for you to know, we are all very disappointed in you. You're a bright girl. You have been advising me to study hard. You told me you have an ambition. But then, why are you not giving your best? Why girl? Why are you making me teared? It hurts alot, to see you in this situation. Do you know that? Do you know how worried was Nadya when you don't even want to get back to her after sending you countless messages and giving you lotsa calls? Why are you reacting this way? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every move you made, brings you closer to success. What is it that's stopping you from achieving it? Money? Families? Boyfriend? Love life? All these are bullshits. Nothing in this world can stop an individual from fulfilling their dreams. NOTHING babe. I've told you up teen times, never mess up your personal problems with studies, didn't I? Do you think by not replying our text messages and rejecting our calls gonna help you out of this mess? It might be easy for you to say, "Don't worry. I'll get a school. I will study." But do you think it's convincing enough for your girls with your current attitude now? C'mmon my precious girl. You're old enough. Please think. This is for your future sake. I really hope you'll think through it. You have a bright light shining towards you now. Choose the right path. I really wanna see my girl to be somebody one day. Put aside all your problems and achieve your goals. Handle thing maturely, please. Face the reality. Aceept all the facts. You'll always be our precious and one and only ducky. Remember that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love you, Siti Quraishah and forever we'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1177554397957502888-6032073139017233904?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/6032073139017233904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=6032073139017233904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/6032073139017233904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/6032073139017233904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-post-is-dedicated-specially-for.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SzoXZ2fsTuI/AAAAAAAAC7U/5x4pklZaz2s/s72-c/100_3974.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-881422153751372405</id><published>2009-12-28T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:14:02.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SzhGc49dQtI/AAAAAAAAC6s/4B_qEReZlcI/s1600-h/CIMG4550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420159613680829138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SzhGc49dQtI/AAAAAAAAC6s/4B_qEReZlcI/s400/CIMG4550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One Two Three.&lt;br /&gt;I miss those moments man. When we used to hang out and chill after work. When we waited for each other to end our work and stuffs. Now, its left with Nadya who is still working. Semangat. Orang semua dah semangat nak start sekolah, she masih semangat carik duit. HAHAHA. I guess I'll be at home today. I'm too lazy to step out. I've been acting like a pig these days. Eat and sleep. My dad always said this.&lt;strong&gt; " Adik, can you stop being lazy, please. Favour uh. "&lt;/strong&gt; Ok drop this topic. My beloved cousin is getting engage at the end of January. There's lotsa preparation. I was shocked when I heard the dowry money the guy offered. Macam nak terberak. Punya lah banyak. Ok, I'm done for now. I'll be back later if I'm bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye bitches and sluts.&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/1177554397957502888-881422153751372405?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/881422153751372405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=881422153751372405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/881422153751372405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/881422153751372405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-two-three.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SzhGc49dQtI/AAAAAAAAC6s/4B_qEReZlcI/s72-c/CIMG4550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-4329638566220106738</id><published>2009-12-27T03:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T03:10:49.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's 3.00AM now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And I still can't sleep. Stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like poking these eyes of mine. Kill me anyone? I really miss Ashriq real bad. Maybe that's the reason why I'm not able to sleep. I just miss his heartbeat in me. It's really damn hard to get over it. Really. I have no idea how others did it. And I have no idea how T forget about him and get rid of him out of his life. In the other hand, I'm struggling like crap here. If I were to pour it out to someone, they won't understand at all. Cause it's me who is going through it. Baby baby baby baby baby baby baby, I miss you honey. How I wish you're still breathing now. Alalalalala, dah lah. I gonna get hanky with my eldest brother and his friends since I can't sleep. Instead of dwelling over this matter, I shall meet up abang at ______. K bye.&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/1177554397957502888-4329638566220106738?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/4329638566220106738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=4329638566220106738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/4329638566220106738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/4329638566220106738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-3.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-755477994500771941</id><published>2009-12-26T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T23:35:29.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SzYqKUR8yNI/AAAAAAAAC6M/wvbwoDmbVcE/s1600-h/Photo065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419565558318024914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SzYqKUR8yNI/AAAAAAAAC6M/wvbwoDmbVcE/s400/Photo065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Khai. Picture was taken yesterday at Jonathan's open house. I'll upload the rest when Jonathan decides to send it to me alright. I had a whole chunk of fun yesterday. I spend quality time with my collegues. We laughed at every single thing. Especially at Jonathan's nephew, Marcus. Adorable boy. Apparently today, I accompanied mum to her friend Chrismas open house. I had fun, of course. Mum friends are all the kaki gereks. Not the makcik-makcik kepo punya. Hell of time bitching. Off and met Atai. Catched up some of the things I've missed out. I headed home after I've met Zaki. I kinda miss my girls. Nadya, Eunice, Ashley, Que, Siti, Adeline, Ayin, Ekah and so on. I miss work. The times when I bitched around with Kelvin about all the typical staffs. Oh my, I miss those moments. Now, I felt the boredom. Weird huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you. Please have the balls to leave your name cause I believe your name have a great meaning behind it. So don't be ashamed to type it out alright? It's kinda hounourable y'know to have you reading my blog. My die hard fan uh you? HAHAHA, inside joke. Goodnight. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177554397957502888-755477994500771941?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/755477994500771941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=755477994500771941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/755477994500771941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/755477994500771941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-khai.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SzYqKUR8yNI/AAAAAAAAC6M/wvbwoDmbVcE/s72-c/Photo065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-6836852468471384323</id><published>2009-12-26T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T16:06:56.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SzWzQMgqdTI/AAAAAAAAC6E/GAZ-hvqbiYE/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419434817427764530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SzWzQMgqdTI/AAAAAAAAC6E/GAZ-hvqbiYE/s400/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is about you, T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why would someone actually put all the blame on one individual when it actually takes two hands to clap? There's something in us that binds us together but why do you have to let others &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;misinterpret&lt;/span&gt; everything? In a such that they think I'm a bitch who just make used of you for the past year. You started it with a perfect kiss. But as for now, You've left me for good, am I right? I know that you'll find another. So, i suggest that you move on cause I've detest you to step into my life again. I want you to know, that it doesn't matter to me anymore. Everything means nothing to me anymore. Including YOU. Never come crawling back and seek for my forgiveness. Cause I'm not gonna stop, look and pick you up again. Once bitten, twice shy. Just remember one thing, I might not be blessed with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;porn star&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;body shape&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;diva queen&lt;/span&gt; pretty face, but I'm blessed with a heart which constantly worries for you and provides unconditional love. I used to love you not for what you are but I love you for you, even your weaknesses. Sadly, you don't even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; that. I guess that's the end of the chapter. I've move on and my feelings towards you have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vanished&lt;/span&gt;. Lastly, I totally disagree on guys having to blame women for their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;naivety&lt;/span&gt; in believing words of fable and lies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177554397957502888-6836852468471384323?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/6836852468471384323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=6836852468471384323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/6836852468471384323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/6836852468471384323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-would-someone-actually-put-all.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SzWzQMgqdTI/AAAAAAAAC6E/GAZ-hvqbiYE/s72-c/Image027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-4216467828591570811</id><published>2009-12-25T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T02:16:34.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SzOv7UlVgDI/AAAAAAAAC50/Z_ZWbpGj2n4/s1600-h/ASDFGTHYJKL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418868210329288754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SzOv7UlVgDI/AAAAAAAAC50/Z_ZWbpGj2n4/s400/ASDFGTHYJKL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Merry Christmas Lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May it be a joyful season for all of you. Enjoy your holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll upload the pictures during my last day of work, when I'm not lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm really feeling damn shagged now. Goodnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177554397957502888-4216467828591570811?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/4216467828591570811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=4216467828591570811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/4216467828591570811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/4216467828591570811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-lovelies.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SzOv7UlVgDI/AAAAAAAAC50/Z_ZWbpGj2n4/s72-c/ASDFGTHYJKL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-2034493917937554345</id><published>2009-12-18T18:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:31:45.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESULTS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SytZ-cPYXoI/AAAAAAAAC30/wjL32Oa5HAI/s1600-h/dfg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416521906110619266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SytZ-cPYXoI/AAAAAAAAC30/wjL32Oa5HAI/s400/dfg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ATTENTION ATTENTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Arghhh&lt;/span&gt;, I love her hair. My plan of highlighting my hair is destroyed now. BECAUSE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I passed my N-levels and I'm promoted. Let me say it one more time. I, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NUR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ANNISA&lt;/span&gt; IS BEING PROMOTED TO SEC 5N. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;. It was so unbelievable. With the new horrible/diffcult/torturing criteria, I actually made it through !The most shocking part was, I passed my maths for the first time in my life. I passed every single subject man. This is miracle. I thought I didn't make it through. But, I did it. My heart almost popped out when I saw my result slip. I even screamed when they said, I'm promoted. Congrats to all my baby girls too. Cause all of them make it through. Love ya girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was given the Higher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nitec&lt;/span&gt; form too. But I've look through it and none of the courses attracts me. The course that I want is all in poly. Since my parents really want me with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;O's&lt;/span&gt; cert, I'll do them proud and make my way to Sec 5. I've decided. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;EuniceB&lt;/span&gt;, I'll be with you again, next year. Now, I gonna quit my job as soon as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ChrisTmas&lt;/span&gt; is over. Than I gonna start my school preparations. One more year to go in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Guangyang&lt;/span&gt;. Endure and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Perseverance&lt;/span&gt;. I hope I'll be able to make my through for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;O's&lt;/span&gt;. Wish me luck for 2010. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To all my people : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ayin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Siti&lt;/span&gt;, Fit, Lynn. It's not the end of the world. Work hard please. Don't let your results &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;damage&lt;/span&gt; your whole lifetime. Look in the bright side. I believe you girls have a bright future. Put extra effort for all your upcoming challenges. Face it and strive for it. All the best for the future. You have my support. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ekah&lt;/span&gt;, make your choices wisely. You're smart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To all my girls that's going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;seperate&lt;/span&gt; ways : Nadya, Que, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hanis&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Yenny&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Xue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Yan&lt;/span&gt;, Ashley. Please please do keep in touch. It's not the end yet. I believe that this is not the end of our journey together. Especially my netball girls. I miss those time on court. So, you girls do drop by and pay me, Eunice and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Siti&lt;/span&gt; a visit when you're free. Please don't abandoned us. You girls will always be in my heart and prayers. Please, keep the friendship going on strong. I love you girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now, I gotta start some discussion with my parents. =.= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mum is so overjoyed. She the most happiest women. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Excited than me? Crazy. But I love her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &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/1177554397957502888-2034493917937554345?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/2034493917937554345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=2034493917937554345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/2034493917937554345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/2034493917937554345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2009/12/results.html' title='RESULTS.'/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SytZ-cPYXoI/AAAAAAAAC30/wjL32Oa5HAI/s72-c/dfg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-6368276790302103063</id><published>2009-12-18T10:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:14:09.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/Syrqm36-jOI/AAAAAAAAC3s/4IcomUvSjtw/s1600-h/17122009085.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our new born cheeky baby girl. Melyasarra Binti Yusri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went over to Auntie Maz's crib. I was so shocked. She grew alot. It's only a week and she have grown so much. Still dalam hari I think. Still got the pantang and all. Sarra is damn cute. She purposely cloed her eyes when everybody was looking at her. And she open up only when there's no one. Adorable kan? I was the one carrying her all along. The feeling is damn great to carry a new born baby. And guess what? I teared the moment i hold her in my hands. She reminds me alot about Ashriq. And it also rmeinds me how humans cruelty can cause damange to others. I really treasure this little niece of mine. I love you, Sarra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 more hours to go. I'll be back updating about my results. Stay tune people. :D&lt;br /&gt;&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/1177554397957502888-6368276790302103063?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/6368276790302103063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=6368276790302103063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/6368276790302103063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/6368276790302103063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-new-born-cheeky-baby-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177554397957502888.post-6396800583746259575</id><published>2009-12-14T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:22:56.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taste of your kiss.'/><title type='text'>Te' amo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SyZhuE4rVfI/AAAAAAAAC3M/57G0bSGia90/s1600-h/100_3969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415123046172939762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SyZhuE4rVfI/AAAAAAAAC3M/57G0bSGia90/s400/100_3969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ala, round kan my face eversinc eI've cutted my hair? Haha. But I love the way I am. If you don't, then just simply shut the fuck up and take a step back, bodoh. I hate to see couples make out in public. I don't mind if it's just higguing. But not to an extend where you ahve to kissed and wiggle your tongue through each other mouth. Especially in buses and trains. It's so sickening to see them slobber over each other. Instead of making out in the public areas, I rather you people book yourself a hotel and enjoy the sensation there. Dumb assholes. Oh. Never take advantage of others willingness just to accommodate yourself alright. I shall share one important fact with you people. Do you people agree that when a guy doesn't get his own way, his pride is so wounded that he retreats into a shell of monosyllabic moroseness and won't retreat until he feels it's been made up to him? It's just as simple as, he'll sulk if things doesn't get his way. It just brings you nowhere with this kind of attitude. Be a man and fight for your rights. You should really know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Results will be out on Friday. I can see the preasure in everyone's expression whenever we talked about results. I bumped into someone. And he's really getting on my nerves. I have no idea what is he up to. Well, behind those radiant smiles lies a sweet secret that binds us together. But, eventually it's just something called the past. Over and done with you. Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177554397957502888-6396800583746259575?l=flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/feeds/6396800583746259575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177554397957502888&amp;postID=6396800583746259575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/6396800583746259575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177554397957502888/posts/default/6396800583746259575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flaunt-precariously.blogspot.com/2009/12/te-amo.html' title='Te&apos; amo.'/><author><name>nysaFecelidade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02087655301825362402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SKlm4uFwZaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YWBUfnstHrA/S220/%261234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjwA4KlY2-k/SyZhuE4rVfI/AAAAAAAAC3M/57G0bSGia90/s72-c/100_3969.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
