<?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-2120688963319483134</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:44:40.624-08:00</updated><category term='I&apos;ll wait for you'/><category term='fuck you bitch. you&apos;re just an asshole.'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='no matter what.'/><category term='love. and'/><category term='Losing a friend like you felt so horrible.'/><category term='Cause'/><category term='EllyWifey Sayang Adamfaromy.'/><category term='dissapointed in you.'/><category term='raya outing was great.'/><category term='a kiss means nothing to me now.'/><category term='my baby. i love you.'/><category term='zaim'/><category term='pleaseeee.'/><category term='dont go.'/><category term='missing my grandpa:('/><category term='I need you.'/><category term='dont take love for granted.'/><category term='i want your beautiful soul'/><category term='how do i breathe'/><category term='I&apos;ve always loved you.'/><category term='For you..'/><category term='things happen for a reason.'/><category term='No injections'/><category term='feeling so depressed over what has happened.'/><category term='I&apos;m sorry for the final decision that I&apos;ve decide.'/><category term='Aizat Ariffin'/><category term='dier'/><category term='.ku rindu matrep shuffler-ku.'/><category term='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME IN A FEW HOURS TIME . ;D'/><category term='When you&apos;re gone..'/><category term='mommy is my everything.'/><category term='everything seems to change.'/><category term='without you by my side.'/><category term='baybehh.'/><category term='ako lah'/><category term='he&apos;s back.'/><category term='HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><category term='i hold on so much to you.'/><category term='running away is the only solution. he&apos;s happy now'/><category term='I miss babyyyyyy.'/><category term='Ira is loved. :D'/><category term='ELLY-PHANT. (;'/><category term='ako pey lakie(:'/><category term='ako pey lakie.'/><category term='the unrequited love.'/><category term='his dimple is LOVED.'/><category term='muhd zaim'/><category term='boy is so hot(:'/><category term='the pain is too deep.'/><category term='Hottie wants you back.'/><category term='Amin Deng Loveees Me. :D'/><category term='the past.'/><category term='i&apos;m missing my babyyyyy.'/><category term='Please Don&apos;t Take Him Away From Me.'/><category term='I&apos;ll wait for you.'/><category term='please pray for my mommy.'/><category term='When you&apos;re gone. I miss and need you right now..'/><category term='Wont Be Updating For The Time Being.'/><category term='aku rindu lakiku.'/><category term='birthdays and anniversaries(:'/><category term='his little miss irritating. ;D'/><category term='midnight strikes.'/><category term='without me.'/><category term='my heart doesnt wants to know the truth.'/><category term='cheer up'/><category term='once in a lifetime.'/><category term='the pain is killing me.'/><category term='Dumbo and BabyPooh is LOVED by EllyKetot'/><category term='i dont wanna let you go.'/><category term='DEAREST(:'/><category term='I miss BabyZaim. (:'/><title type='text'>i swear, i love my tunang. &lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>178</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-1617582644281117468</id><published>2008-07-17T00:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:23:45.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Readers, I'm not using this blog anymore. Please ask fr my new blog url in MSN. Takecare. :) And, spammers, go get a life! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-1617582644281117468?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/1617582644281117468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=1617582644281117468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/1617582644281117468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/1617582644281117468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/07/readers-im-not-using-this-blog-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-2902156083735487981</id><published>2008-07-04T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T20:13:45.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Will Be Changing My Blog URL Soon . And , Make It To Private Due To Some Spammers Who Loves To Hang Around In My Precious Blog . Do Give Me Your Email For Blogger . Thanks . And , This Blog Will Be Dead For Sometime . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Takecare , Readers ! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-2902156083735487981?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/2902156083735487981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=2902156083735487981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2902156083735487981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2902156083735487981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-will-be-changing-my-blog-url-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-6851710147243173884</id><published>2008-06-24T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T07:21:00.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I've last updated my blog. Back to school, I've changed classroom. Its much more spacious and bigger! I like my new classroom but there's one thing that I don't like. And, that is, his stupid class is right beside me. So, meaning, I'll always have to look at his face. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was late for school today! Daddy sent me to school and I reached at 745am because there's traffic jam. Daddy talked to Mr Imran and explained everything to him, but he acted as if he's DEAF. Thanks alot. And, Cikgu Naim kept on asking me about my CCA - Malay Dance. I've quit Malay Dance long long long time ago, okaaay! Bobal nak yeye. Geram siol. Darah naek skejap sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was punished to walked around the Clarence Field. Cool eh. Its like, I'm walking like I've never seen any cars before so I'm gonna take a look! Seriously, my school sucks alot. I'm going to talk to Mr Chia to ask the school for a transfer! I wanna transfer school lahhhhh. I cant wait to get out from Queenstown Sec School. Woooo! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay earlier. I was so sleepy, I tell you. I had PE for the first two periods and we played Rugby! It was fun and funny. After PE was CE, but the class treated it as a free period. So, we just make alot of noise in class. Then, its recesssssss! After that, it was Maths. I slept for freaking two periods. Sedaaaap, baybehh! HAHA! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay class was a blaaaaast! Eventhough Cikgu Rizal wants us to use proper Malay, he would still joke around and make me laugh like an ass! But, I really miss Cikgu Nor. I really hope to bump into her someday. Miss you, Cikgu Nor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes. Baby fetched me from school yesterday. It was supposed to be a surprise, but he's forced to tell me that he's fetching me because I was going somewhere else. HAHA! Awww.. Nevermind, sweets. I'll still love youuu! Its been so long since Baby fetched me from school. I'm happy, you know. Proceed home, get ready and we're off to Town. As promised, I brought for Baby a zippo lighter and engraved our picture on it! Niceeeeeee! Its a gift from me for our one year. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Baby. I hope this stupid disaster will end very soooooon. Okay, I shall end here. Gotta call my Baby. Takecare, readers! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-6851710147243173884?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/6851710147243173884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=6851710147243173884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6851710147243173884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6851710147243173884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-been-while-since-ive-last-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-4048465146559402699</id><published>2008-06-19T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T07:25:59.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'll only upload pictures for this post. Pictures that were taken on Mommy's Birthday, Family's Shopping Day &amp;amp; Family Day At The Zoo. :) Enjoyyyyyy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Day At The Zoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpqr9ufakI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xFaR9i61rqI/s1600-h/DSC00314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213596822171249218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpqr9ufakI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xFaR9i61rqI/s320/DSC00314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpqsjvFH0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/NsYOCqDGgI8/s1600-h/DSC00313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213596832374267714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpqsjvFH0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/NsYOCqDGgI8/s320/DSC00313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpqtAc9Q7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/iZ30F-gKg4I/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213596840082883506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpqtAc9Q7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/iZ30F-gKg4I/s320/DSC00315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpqtj6e4PI/AAAAAAAAAJo/P21-5ew0skI/s1600-h/DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213596849601962226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpqtj6e4PI/AAAAAAAAAJo/P21-5ew0skI/s320/DSC00316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpoS2I1C-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/_GQktsNmbPU/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213594191614249954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpoS2I1C-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/_GQktsNmbPU/s320/DSC00234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpoTSGbl5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/QWvIrZ6M3i8/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213594199120385938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpoTSGbl5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/QWvIrZ6M3i8/s320/DSC00236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpoUAaEuiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/KRsxKjq96zY/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213594211550804514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpoUAaEuiI/AAAAAAAAAI4/KRsxKjq96zY/s320/DSC00265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpoUfIjfLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/JWPlbuthqhA/s1600-h/DSC00310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213594219798822066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpoUfIjfLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/JWPlbuthqhA/s320/DSC00310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpoVP_1S8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/lYsBLjs3PlY/s1600-h/DSC00311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213594232915577794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpoVP_1S8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/lYsBLjs3PlY/s320/DSC00311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Family's Shopping Dayyyy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFplaxMsHFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6DU0r-ulElI/s1600-h/DSC00197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213591029192334418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFplaxMsHFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6DU0r-ulElI/s320/DSC00197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFplcMJKpDI/AAAAAAAAAII/3RQ3vNoB_p4/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213591053605184562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFplcMJKpDI/AAAAAAAAAII/3RQ3vNoB_p4/s320/DSC00198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFplceLQUhI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/MHB0V5dDdo8/s1600-h/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213591058445783570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFplceLQUhI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/MHB0V5dDdo8/s320/DSC00213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpldAvuUSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/V-mVsK6E93o/s1600-h/DSC00216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213591067725549858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpldAvuUSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/V-mVsK6E93o/s320/DSC00216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpldl7tIyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5wZ05bq4wbc/s1600-h/DSC00217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213591077707916066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpldl7tIyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5wZ05bq4wbc/s320/DSC00217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Pictures at Shangri La Hotel, celebrating Mommy's birthday. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpeP4eIAPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6WUFdNxjLl8/s1600-h/DSC00126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213583145584558322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpeP4eIAPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6WUFdNxjLl8/s320/DSC00126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpeQqWgE0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/qnDpBG0SHoo/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213583158974354242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpeQqWgE0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/qnDpBG0SHoo/s320/DSC00133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpeRdkPHCI/AAAAAAAAAHA/x1PeGl9tXY0/s1600-h/DSC00135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213583172722170914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpeRdkPHCI/AAAAAAAAAHA/x1PeGl9tXY0/s320/DSC00135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpeR4Bj9lI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Se1AWIRdOeQ/s1600-h/DSC00112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213583179824494162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpeR4Bj9lI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Se1AWIRdOeQ/s320/DSC00112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpeSdqdA8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_OM0w12jnQA/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213583189928117186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpeSdqdA8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_OM0w12jnQA/s320/DSC00138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2120688963319483134-4048465146559402699?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/4048465146559402699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=4048465146559402699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/4048465146559402699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/4048465146559402699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/06/ill-only-upload-pictures-for-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SFpqr9ufakI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xFaR9i61rqI/s72-c/DSC00314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-7015663114579460037</id><published>2008-06-14T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T10:09:04.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog was dead for a couple of days. So, I think I'm gonna update now. Anyway, I had alot of fun with Baby today. We went to the movies and watched Kung Fu Panda. It was a great movie, seriously. Funny and cute. :) Before that, went to LJS to stop my stomach from &lt;em&gt;boom boom boom!&lt;/em&gt;  Serious shit, I was starving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I saw Rohit's sweetheart there as well as some friendster/esplanade peeps. But, I didn't say hello at all. Huahua. I'm so arrogant, I know. Accompanied Baby to buy his parents perfume and blahblahblah. I'm bored and tired now. I love Baby alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end, I would like to wish my future mother-in-law a veryyyy happy birthday! May all your wishes come true and be happy alwaaaays. Future mother-in-law, eh? Huahua. Plus, happy fathers day to all fathers in this world - especially to my beloved daddy and my future father-in-law. Haha. This time, I didnt brought anything for father-in-law. Broke. Urgh. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall stop now. I wanna play with Twinkyyyy! I cant wait for the class chalet. Weeee! :) Goodnight, readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-7015663114579460037?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/7015663114579460037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=7015663114579460037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/7015663114579460037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/7015663114579460037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-blog-was-dead-for-couple-of-days.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-1911072646702274382</id><published>2008-06-09T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T11:10:21.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>talk to me. / i'm bored. / i miss babylove truckloads.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Eighteenth Birthday To My Dearest Katak !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May All Your Wishes Come True , My Friend .&lt;br /&gt;Finally, You've Reached The Legal Age Eh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So What . I'm Not Jealous Lah Eh . Huahua !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , Be Happy On Your Big Daaaaay , Aye !&lt;br /&gt;I'm Always Here For You &amp;amp; Will Always Be The One Who's Going To Cheer You Up ! [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I Miss My Baby Lah Ehh ! Miss Him Like Fucccck !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Meet Me Soon , BabyLove .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Love You Like I Don't Know How Much ! [;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yaaaay ! Our One Year Anv Is Coming Baybehhh ! Can't Wait For That Day ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I Love You Alooooot , BabyLoveeee ! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Through Thick &amp;amp; Thin , We'll Stick Together As One .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Your One &amp;amp; Only , EllyWifey .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ass Dumb Betol . See .. I Miss You La , Baby ! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Readers . There's Nothing To Update About ! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-1911072646702274382?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/1911072646702274382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=1911072646702274382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/1911072646702274382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/1911072646702274382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/06/talk-to-me-im-bored-i-miss-babylove.html' title='talk to me. / i&apos;m bored. / i miss babylove truckloads.'/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-1006577936946852050</id><published>2008-06-06T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:03:27.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twinky&lt;3</title><content type='html'>I'm so in love with Twinky! Hell yeah, thats my kitten name. She's fucking cute lah okay. I'll upload the pictures soon. Anyway, met up with Iyla earlier. Sorry Twinny, cos I can't stay long earlier. There's nothing to update about. Baby will be out tomorrow! Yay. I miss and love you. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-1006577936946852050?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/1006577936946852050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=1006577936946852050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/1006577936946852050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/1006577936946852050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/06/twinky3.html' title='twinky&lt;3'/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-5005589889643979952</id><published>2008-06-04T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:21:18.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nia, iyla &amp; adaw is the sex, baby! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Finally, a new blogskin! I'm supposed to be in bed now, but I can't sleep. Its 4.07am right now. Well, not only me, but including my sisters. They have been watching MTV and writing love poems the whole day! I miss Baby truckloads! I really do. Baby apologised to me earlier for being mean last night. Yes, you're meaaaan! But, I still do love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby and myself had a good and funny talk. He's always the one who can cheer me up. Thanks Baby. You mean alot to me, you know! I miss those days when Baby used to fetch me up from school at Redhill Mrt. He'll tends to hide whenever he saw me at the escalator. I want Baby to fetch me from school when school reopens, but I know that will never happen as he will only be out on weekends. Argh. Poor me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Babies truckloads! I have 3 Babies - Nia, Iyla &amp;amp; Adaw. They're the sex, baybeh! I love chatting with them, seriously. They will be the one who's able to cheer me up whenever I'm down. Hopefully, our conversation will continue tomorrow. I miss my Iyla Baby. Its been so looooong since we last met. We'll meet tomorrow if everything goes on smoothly aye, baby! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I did the right thing by trusting Baby. I knew it from the start that he will never do such thing to me. I love you Baby. I really do. Sister is having conflicts with her guy. Hope everything is okay, Sister. I love you and you know I'm always here for you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : The past will never come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-5005589889643979952?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/5005589889643979952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=5005589889643979952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/5005589889643979952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/5005589889643979952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/06/nia-iyla-adaw-is-sex-baby-3.html' title='nia, iyla &amp; adaw is the sex, baby! &lt;3'/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-2545764165221920678</id><published>2008-06-03T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:52:15.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;I wish there's someone who can make me happy right now. I feel so miserable with all the problems around me. Its a huge burden for me to shoulder everything. My emotions are controlling my body and I've not been being myself lately. I really don't understand whats going on. We always argued over small things and I'm sure that we can avoid that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arguement that we had last night was bad. Really bad. I hate it when you say that I don't love you at all. I really hate it. You know it very well that I do love you and yet you're assuming things. Its been 11 months of thick and thin. We went through alot of circumstances just to be together. I don't wanna see our 11 months of relationship to vanish just like that. I really don't. Despite those arguement and fights, we're still together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my fault for being stubborn. Due to my stubbornness, our arguement didn't stop at all. I know I was at fault. I'm sorry. I'm the one who always make you feel miserable. I don't wanna lose you, I really don't. I love you so much. We always argued because we love each other so much. I'm sorry for everything. Its my fault. I'm sorry for risking my life. You mean alot to me. I just wanna end all this. I love you. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need a good explaination from you. I trust you. But, I just need a good explaination. The picture shows that you were wearing your uniform. I've always been the first person you have to meet when you booked out, except for that particular week. You didn't booked out at all. Even if you lied to me about it, I don't mind. I just hate it when my friends keep on asking me about that picture. We've been together for almost a year, and I don't believe that you will do this to me. Just give me a good explaination, and I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop here. You know it very well that I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I just wanna end all this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-2545764165221920678?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/2545764165221920678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=2545764165221920678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2545764165221920678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2545764165221920678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wish-theres-someone-who-can-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-3933397091088292707</id><published>2008-06-01T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T23:26:16.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SEOSWoQjj0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/3xi4i8VbXWI/s1600-h/ako+edited..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SEOSWoQjj0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/3xi4i8VbXWI/s320/ako+edited..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207166511632060226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SEOSXLxqCdI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-2lMuyRgyIA/s1600-h/DSC00600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SEOSXLxqCdI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-2lMuyRgyIA/s320/DSC00600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207166521166137810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let pictures do the talking yeah. These pictures are from my phone. Pictures of family are uploading now. Sorry. [; 2 pictures only kay. I'm so weeeak. I need Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling well. So, I doubt this post will be long. Anyway, it was Mommy's birthday yesterday. We celebrated it at Shangri-La Hotel. Sisters and myself brought Mommy a brand new watch, whereas Daddy get her a new cyber shot camera. It was great, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-3933397091088292707?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/3933397091088292707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=3933397091088292707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3933397091088292707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3933397091088292707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-pictures-do-talking-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SEOSWoQjj0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/3xi4i8VbXWI/s72-c/ako+edited..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-949296710771272570</id><published>2008-05-29T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T01:18:02.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from Tg Pinang. It was quite fun. The people was very friendly. Well, went there with family and Grandma. I love Grandma so much. She's so sweet. She's always there to make me smile and laugh whenever I'm feeling down. I love you, Grandma! [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went shopping. It was GREEEAT! The shopping centre was huge and its bigger than Singapore's shopping centre. There's almost everything in the shopping centre. Sisters brought a lot of clothings, whereas I brought only a few because I'm not into the kiddy clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. Mommy brought me a purple tube dress! I've never had any pink or purple clothing before and this is my first time. I don't think it looks good on me because I hate the colour purple and pink so much. But, Mommy still wants me to wear it. And, she also brought me a three inch heels! I don't think I can walk with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not satisfied with Baby's attitude towards me. He have changed alot. I don't know. Perhaps, because of NS. But, if this goes on, I don't know till when I cant stand this pain. I miss my old Baby. I hate it so much when my Baby is serving his NS. This sucks alot, okay. Seriously. I don't want him to serve his NS, but he's force to. I want my old Baby back. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its Saturday tomorrow. Irah wanna meet up. So, I'll be meeting her tomorrow if everything goes well. I told her to ask her guy to tag along, but I don't know if he's tagging along. Its gonna be our 11th monthsary tomorrow and yet we are not in good terms. Ijad will be out on Monday. Oh, how great. Now, I'm screwed. Thanks alot lah eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I forget. I've gained 10 kg. I need to exercise. I wanna diet. I'm getting fatter. Baby asked me, what I've been eating all this while. Well, I missed you too much, thats why I ate alot! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I want my old Baby back. I really do. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I love you Baby. I wanna be your girlfy, can I? [;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-949296710771272570?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/949296710771272570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=949296710771272570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/949296710771272570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/949296710771272570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-back-from-tg-pinang.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-3734716313852538304</id><published>2008-05-25T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:46:23.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SDokdnz-PUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Q0xRZU8pdOc/s1600-h/elly+lahhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SDokdnz-PUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Q0xRZU8pdOc/s320/elly+lahhh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204512410701806914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. Irah is still in bed sleeping like a pig. Yeah, she overnight at my place. Yesterday BBQ was a blast. Many of them turned up. I didn't expect my friends from Woodlands to come all the way to Bedok just to turn up for my BBQ. Aww.. How sweet! I love you guys to the core punya! [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to upload the pictures. Will upload it when I'm not ready. Haha. Okay, I'm bored to death. I'm craving for Starbucks. I need Starbucks. I miss Baby so muchhhhhh! I can't stop telling Irah how much I missed Baby. Even before I went to bed, I would tell Irah that I missed and loved Baby so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irah is like my love counsellor. Seriously. She knows almost everything about my past. Ahhh. I love Irah to the core lah eh. Haha. Okay, I'm bored. Irah is sleeping and I'm doing nothing. Nothing to update lah. Bye. [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I MISS YOUUUUUUUUUUU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-3734716313852538304?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/3734716313852538304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=3734716313852538304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3734716313852538304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3734716313852538304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/05/guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SDokdnz-PUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Q0xRZU8pdOc/s72-c/elly+lahhh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-4611959854992364858</id><published>2008-05-24T04:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T04:47:17.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its Saturday today and I'm at home. Shocking huh? I miss baby. I don't wanna go out unless there's baby with me. I was supposed to be out with schoolmates today, but it was cancelled due to some problems. I'm a pig for today. I eat and sleep. Thats all I did for today. [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's going to be a BBQ at my place tomorrow. Ally Wonders is cominggggg! Yayyy! I cant wait to meet her. And, I swear, I'll hug her tightly when I see her tomorrow. We used to be so close before and we even go to work together! Aww.. I miss her alot. Cant wait to meet you tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Saturday, its gonna be our 11th anniversary. Time flies so quickly. Too bad, I'm broke now and there's nothing I can buy for baby. Nevermind. I'll try to save up some money for our year anniversary. I'll try. No promises. Haha! Okay, I'm bored. I miss baby. Goodnight, readers! [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-4611959854992364858?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/4611959854992364858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=4611959854992364858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/4611959854992364858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/4611959854992364858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-saturday-today-and-im-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-5703241819233944897</id><published>2008-05-22T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T16:50:32.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SDYGVXz-PTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8GwXta4AHZU/s1600-h/1_668975705l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SDYGVXz-PTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8GwXta4AHZU/s320/1_668975705l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203353383712210226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My NS Baby. I miss you alot, sayaaang. Come back, quick. Wifey miss you! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SDYGO3z-PSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/iMf-E1FhKgo/s1600-h/1_387122147l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SDYGO3z-PSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/iMf-E1FhKgo/s320/1_387122147l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203353272043060514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I would like to wish my dearest daddy a very happy birthdaaaay! Oh no. He's 42 now, and thats old! Hah. Just joking, daddy. May all your wishes come true! Be happy always and make my dearest sexy mommy smile always, yeahh. Your mean daughter loooooves you always! [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its 745am now. And, I'm awake. I'm supposed to be in school at 2pm today to collect my report book. Hopefully, Mr Chia will give good comments about me to my parents. Hah. I know, I've been a naughty and cheeky girl in school. But, I hope he wont bring it up to my parents. Huahua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early, because I cant sleep. The reason why I cant sleep is because I miss my Baby alot. He wont be calling me till next Wednesday/Thursday. Thats long right! I know. Well, what to do. I just have to be patient. But, seriously. I miss him alooot. Its Saturday tomorrow. And, there's no plans. Maybe, going out with schoolmates. Arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, readers. [;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-5703241819233944897?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/5703241819233944897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=5703241819233944897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/5703241819233944897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/5703241819233944897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/05/firstly-i-would-like-to-wish-my-dearest.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SDYGVXz-PTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8GwXta4AHZU/s72-c/1_668975705l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-8623931057455506632</id><published>2008-05-21T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T01:49:26.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm dead beat. I'm so tired. Well, there's no lesson in school today. Instead, we had some Maths Trial at Esplanade. It was okay. Not so bad. But, it was fcuking hot and I sweat all over. But, overall, its was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad at Samuel and Sufie due to some reasons. Now, I'm ignoring them because I'm mad. They keeps on saying sorry, but I just ignored them and act as if I'm not listening to anything. They followed me everywhere I go and Samuel even lay on the road just to make me forgive him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel tried to make me laugh by showing me some pictures. Hah. He calls it the 'hairless' man. Haha. Samuel is soooooooooooooooooooooo sweeet! He always try to make me smile &amp; laugh whenever I'm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Your letter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-8623931057455506632?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/8623931057455506632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=8623931057455506632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/8623931057455506632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/8623931057455506632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-dead-beat.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-1255606014836700358</id><published>2008-05-20T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T02:53:45.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time flies. [;</title><content type='html'>I'm missing baby badly nowwwwww! Baby, please come back. I miss youuuuu! He wont be back for two fcuking weeks and I'm missing him right now. Just a day passed, and I miss him alot. I can't imagine what will happen if I have to wait for two weeks. Arghh. I miss you alot, baby. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll be back on our 11 months anniversary. I hope, he'll give me surprises. I love and miss him aloooot! Despite those fights and arguements, I STILL love you, like always! You always brighten up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeahh. Pchild finally attend to school. But, I didn't talk or smile to him for the whole day. He told Siti that he wants to talk to me and blahblahblah. But, I don't give a damn. There's nothing I can. He's the caused of all this. And, now, you want to talk to me? Oh boy. Dream on. We'll see when I'll talk to you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to avoid Pchild. I reached school just in time when the school bell rang. I never came that late before, but except for this time. Because, I don't wanna talk to Pchild. Well, everything's over now. I miss my baby. Come back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Come back soon. Its gonna be our 11th anniversary soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-1255606014836700358?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/1255606014836700358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=1255606014836700358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/1255606014836700358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/1255606014836700358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-flies.html' title='time flies. [;'/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-7396130252445157696</id><published>2008-05-17T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:16:25.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I had fun with BabyPooh yesterday. Went to the movies and we watched " Atas Mayat Dia " - Over Her Dead Body. The movie was hilarious. A great movie overall. My leg was hurting me like hell, and I couldn't walk any longer. Thanks to BabyPooh! He made me walk the whole day with heels. Argh. Huhu. So, sat outside Cine and chilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceed to Simpang Bedok to makan and I'm home. I'll be meeting BabyPooh after two weeks from now. Shit. I'm gonna miss him alot. And, its gonna be his treat next! Haha. Thanks for the fake bad news eh, pantat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still trying to figure out how did I fall in love him. Haha. I still can't remember what happened. I thought I was possesed and fell in love with the wrong guy. Huahua. But, still. I do love you, BabyPooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I should update about. There's nothing I should talk about. Its Sunday today. Family was supposed to go to Zoo today, but I don't know what happened. So, I guess, we're heading to Wild Wild Wet. Huhu. Wowww, best nye. Tak sabar dok. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : No words can describe how happy I am whenever I'm with you. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-7396130252445157696?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/7396130252445157696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=7396130252445157696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/7396130252445157696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/7396130252445157696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-i-had-fun-with-babypooh-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-4640499406499794806</id><published>2008-05-16T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T05:46:59.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't stop laughing about what has happened earlier. I went out with Mommy earlier and decided to chit chat at Starbucks since we got nothing else to do. After awhile, Mommy and myself walked towards the taxi stand, and there's a guy was like chasing Mommy. I told Mommy and point my finger to that guy. Guess what he said to Mommy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked, " Can I get to know you? " I go like, what the hell. He really have the courage to ask that question when I was with Mommy. I was shocked and speechless. Took cab home and I kept on teasing Mommy. See.. Told ya. Every guy will fall for my gorgeous Mommy. Trust me. She's the prettiest and cutest Mommy! [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried in school earlier, during recess time. And, trust me. It was tears of joy. Well yeah, it was tears of joy. I was so happy. Ijad's daddy text-ed me earlier and told me that Ijad's first homeleave will be on the 2 June! I can't wait for that day to arrived. I hugged Siti tightly and told her how happy I am. She knows that it means everything to me. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that Ijad's daddy is kind enough to inform me about Ijad's homeleave. I thought, he can't be bother to care and inform me anything that is related to Ijad. But, I was wrong. His daddy agrees with my relationship with Ijad. I'm so happy and no words can describe how happy I am! His daddy will fetch Ijad and send him straight to my place! Well, thats what his daddy told me. I hope, it'll happen. I miss IjadShuffler truckloads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than IjadShuffler, I miss my BabyPooh. Its been 3 days I've not heard of him. He didn't call me for 3 days straight and I really miss his voice, as well as missing him! I miss him alot. Well, I just gotta be a lil bit patient, because he'll be out tomorrow for 2 daaaays! Consider that a good one, ayeee! Rather than as usual, he'll be out on Saturday and back in on Sunday - thats bad! But, this time, he'll be in on Monday night. Weeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on repeating BabyPooh's name because I miss him alot. I even messed up the names of my aunt &amp; BabyPooh. Hell yeah. I can't stop thinking of him. Seriously. I miss him alot. Hopefully, he'll call me tonight. No one knows how much I'm missing him right now, because the only thing I wanna do tomorrow is to spend quality time with him. I miss you, BabyPooh. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I can't wait that day to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-4640499406499794806?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/4640499406499794806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=4640499406499794806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/4640499406499794806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/4640499406499794806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-cant-stop-laughing-about-what-has.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-8223684745555332862</id><published>2008-05-14T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T04:21:57.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's nothing between me and Pchild. I swear, I hate him like hell, NOW! I don't know why. He's trying to ruin my fucking life. Because of him, I don't feel like going to school, and I'm sure that due to this, I'll be the stubborn Elly like last year. But, I'm trying very hard not to let that happen. I can't possibly let my parents down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a long story about what has happened between me and Pchild. I ended up crying when I was talking to Katak on the phone last night. I cried, not because I was sad but it was because I was very mad. I will shed into tears when I'm fcuking mad and can't take it any longer. Katak tried to cheer me up. Thanks, Katak! [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now.. There's not gonna be any Pchild in my life. And, he has never been in my life before! I don't know why, but I really hate him for his reaction. He just think of himself and doesn't think about other. Ahhh. I don't wish to talk about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeahhh. I didn't attend to school earlier. Met up with Elly at Queenstown Mrt. Slacked and makan at Queensway. It was raining cats and dogs! I was weeeeet! I was freezing like hell. Took bus and stopped at Cwealth Mrt and proceed to Grandma's place. Haha. I dozed off. I was damn fucking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hell yeah. Did I told you about my fucking pathetic results? I failed my History by just 1 mark! I'm gonna claim that freaking 1 mark. I don't care! I failed my Physics/Chemistry. Cool or what. But, I managed to pass my English! And, I did quite well. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss BabyPooh. I can't hear his voice till Friday. Oh shit. I'm gonna miss him aloooot. Maybe, BabyPooh is gonna be my next boyfy, perhaps? I don't know. We'll see what's gonna happen in the future. Hah! I miss miss miss BabyPooh hell loads! He's gonna take me to the movies this weekend. Weee! Maybe, its gonna be my treat this time. We'll seeeeeeeeee! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takecare! [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : He's the one I need after all. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-8223684745555332862?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/8223684745555332862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=8223684745555332862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/8223684745555332862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/8223684745555332862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/05/theres-nothing-between-me-and-pchild.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-4851107917193182404</id><published>2008-05-12T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:55:13.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, exams are over! Now, I have the chance to update my blog. Its been more than a week since I've last update about it. Let's see.. What should I update about. Many things has happened during these few days.. I just hope that I'll do well for my exams. But, I'm very sure that I'm gonna fail my Art, Hist &amp; Maths! I'm gonna be dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BabyPooh and me are getting more closer as each day goes by. I swear, I love him alot like no one else. Eventhough we may fought and keep on swearing at each other, I know I still love him like I've always used to. He understands me the most. Even my friends agree with that. We are so close that people might misunderstand us. We're not couples, actually. Its been 10 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eversince he's serving his NS, there's no one to talk to. I have to wait every night for his call. But, sometimes there wont be a single call. Its difficult for us to keep in touch. I'm afraid his love is gonna fade towards me. I don't want that to happen. He's so precious to me. We had gone through thick and thin together. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop asking about me and Pchild. There's nothing between us. I'm bored. Supposed to meet Irah today, but she didn't reply my sms. Perhaps, she's still in bed. I'm boreddddd. I need someone to take me out. Till here, I guess. Take care. ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-4851107917193182404?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/4851107917193182404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=4851107917193182404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/4851107917193182404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/4851107917193182404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally-exams-are-over-now-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-7119871113875357167</id><published>2008-04-27T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T07:24:12.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SBSLrREwwzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/W2Su-xgRGN4/s1600-h/IMG_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SBSLrREwwzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/W2Su-xgRGN4/s320/IMG_0029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193929845699035954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets jumppppppppp! [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SBSLrhEww0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/jdF8WHRY6zc/s1600-h/IMG_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SBSLrhEww0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/jdF8WHRY6zc/s320/IMG_0127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193929849994003266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese Familyyyyyyy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SBSLrxEww1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/BpPG7cyg9-Y/s1600-h/eversince+1st+july..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SBSLrxEww1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/BpPG7cyg9-Y/s320/eversince+1st+july..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193929854288970578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Thats My DearestBaby. I'll Always Keep My Promise.. Through Thick &amp; Thin, We'll Stick Together, As ONE. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chakkk! Photo shooting was not bad. I had a lot of fun snapping pictures, but my make up really sucks. Seriously. Even Mommy &amp; Daddy thinks that I'll look better by just wearing make up by myself. That make up artist doesn't even know how to make up properly. She turned me into a GHOST. A japanese ghost. Haha! Uploaded only 2 pictures. Take a look, yooo! [; Its ugly. Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After photo shooting, went makan with family. Took cab home, and the taxi driver is damn funny and easy going! Sisters and me keeps on teasing him non stop. He's friendly lahhh sioook. Reached home and after 10 minutes, DearestPooh text-ed me and told me he's outside. So yeahh. Met him for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss Dearest! Miss him hell loads. This time, he'll be out on Wednesday night! Yayyyyyy! And, his parents gonna pick him up, so I guess, I'll be meeting him on Thursday which is our 10th anniversary! Cool cooooool! Dearest is gonna treat me. Haha. Guess what. I asked Dearest to buy me a new handphone on our 1 year anniversary. Huahua. But, it will NEVER happen unless he really loves me and buy me one! Haha. [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay golekkk! I cant wait for Thursday to comeeeeee! Goodnight, all! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-7119871113875357167?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/7119871113875357167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=7119871113875357167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/7119871113875357167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/7119871113875357167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/04/lets-jumppppppppp-japanese-familyyyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SBSLrREwwzI/AAAAAAAAAFw/W2Su-xgRGN4/s72-c/IMG_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-6780004421215707695</id><published>2008-04-26T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T18:38:44.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby is baaaaack! [;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SBPX8xEwwxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-04PHx7KBj8/s1600-h/one+%26+only+ellywifey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SBPX8xEwwxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-04PHx7KBj8/s320/one+%26+only+ellywifey.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193732234253746962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SBPX-BEwwyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/AlF_XbapUoU/s1600-h/eversince+010707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SBPX-BEwwyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/AlF_XbapUoU/s320/eversince+010707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193732255728583458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SBPXqhEwwwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MISfhOUGexY/s1600-h/010707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SBPXqhEwwwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MISfhOUGexY/s320/010707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193731920721134338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Finally I'm in the happy mood to update my stupid and boring blog. Hehe. I had so much fun earlier, but it end up having a sad ending. How saaaaad. I fetched BabyPooh at Bedok Camp earlier. Trust me. I was waiting for him for more than an hour under the fucking HOT sun! I cant stand the heat and I was sweating all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Katak for cheering me up when I was pissed. I was so pissed because I hate waiting for people. Seriously. And, BabyPooh, be thankful that I was being extra extra nice to wait for you under the hot sun for more than an hour! [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me. I cried. I cried because Katak was laughing and teasing me because I had to wait for BabyPooh under the sun. I sacrificed for BabyPooh. I was sooo happy to meet BabyPooh! I miss miss miss BabyPooh hell loads and finally we are able to meeeeeet! Guess what. I saw that Yazid! Haha. Stupid shit. How did he end up like that? Haha! Kekek betol lah seyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took cab to BabyPooh's place and had alot of fun. But, too bad. We didnt had the chance to go out and enjoy our day because BabyPooh have something urgent to attend to. Nevermind, BabyPooh. There's always next time. Finally, BabyPooh is going to treat me on our 10th anniversaryyyyyyyyy! Yaaaaaay! [;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, there's photo shootingggggggg. Woohoooooo! Mommy says, maybe it will be publish in the magazineeeee! Heh. Hopefully, tomorrow photo shooting will end fast because I really gotta rush to meet BabyPooh before he book in. Fuck. I dont want him to go. Shit. Miss ya, BabyPooh. BabyPooh look much more cuter with his botak haaaaair! [; Will upload his cute pictures sooooon! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : My promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-6780004421215707695?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/6780004421215707695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=6780004421215707695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6780004421215707695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6780004421215707695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/04/baby-is-baaaaack.html' title='baby is baaaaack! [;'/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SBPX8xEwwxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/-04PHx7KBj8/s72-c/one+%26+only+ellywifey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-6003529084399830428</id><published>2008-04-22T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T02:54:54.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not in the mood. I had a tiff with Pchild earlier. I shall not elaborate any futher. Mommy &amp; Daddy are in the plane right now to Hong Kong. I miss Mommy! I need Mommy to comfort me. If only Mommy is here, she'll be able to cheer me up. Mommy, come back soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Luq for listening my problem. Love Luq much much, okay. I don't feel like going to school tomorrow. Now, I'm gonna rest. I'm tired of thinking and crying because of him. I miss BabyPooh. I miss IjadShuffler. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-6003529084399830428?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/6003529084399830428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=6003529084399830428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6003529084399830428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6003529084399830428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-not-in-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-8945979893432153642</id><published>2008-04-21T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T05:29:17.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 730pm now, and I'm homeeee! I was from Khatib to meet my princess Elly. See, I love her damn fucking much and thats the reason why I sacrificed to come all the way to Yishun. You better be thankful, bitch. I had fun earlier. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Pchild didn't attend to school today because we both had a tiff for two days straight. Cool lah eh! He text-ed me, and I was pissed with him. So, we both fought agaaaaaain! After school, slacked at the canteen with Farah &amp; Irwan. Irwan was being nice earlier, seriously! He said, he's gonna accompany me when Pchild is not in school. Huhu. How sweeeeet! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I saw my fucking ex, Fadzil at Khatib earlier. Damn ass, he looked so damn fucking different. I couldn't even recongnise him. But, he still remember me! Haha. How sweeeeeet! So, at around 5plus, I called Pchild and asked him to meet me at Khatib, and he did! Thanks for coming eventhough we both had a worst tiff ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, thanks for acting normal infront of my friends! Mommy &amp; Daddy are going to Macau [ Hong Kong ] tomorrow afternoon. Arghhh! I'm going to be home all alone with my aunt. Maybe, I'll be sleeping at Grandma's place for the time being. We'll see how it goes. I need some rest now. I'm beaaaat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more days to go. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : It takes courage to tell you the truth, and I just need one more chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-8945979893432153642?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/8945979893432153642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=8945979893432153642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/8945979893432153642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/8945979893432153642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-730pm-now-and-im-homeeee-i-was-from.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-3593620778322134706</id><published>2008-04-19T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T21:04:02.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a boring Saturday. I went out late because I was out with family in the afternoon. Both of my sisters changed and brought new phone - W910i. Arghh. I want a new handphone toooooo! But, I changed my mind. And, Mommy gave me $200 since I don't want any handphone. Heh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 615pm, went straight to room and get ready. I was in a hurry because I promised Pchild &amp; Shuk to meet them at 730pm at City Hall. So, when I've arrived, the next stop was Marina Squaaaaaare! I saw many of my guyfriends, especially Fido! Goshh.. I miss him like tooot lah okay. Finally, I'm able to meet him. And, he gave me a huggggggg! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Esplanade and there's nothing there. Mal saw me, but he didn't say hello to me! How mean. Arghhh. Well, I've not seen Mal's face yet, but he can remember how I looked like. Cool. Haha. Hopefully, I'll meet him again. I had a tiff with BabyPooh. Thanks lah eh. Or maybe, its my fault? I don't know. I gotta go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-3593620778322134706?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/3593620778322134706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=3593620778322134706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3593620778322134706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3593620778322134706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/04/yesterday-was-boring-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-5242146855626886433</id><published>2008-04-18T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T04:13:37.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks Shuk &amp; Pchild for bullying me the whole day. I loved it so much. And, I sweat alot because of you both! Well, school was supposed to end at 1120am earlier, but because of yesterday that class was so noisy during Mrs Goh's lesson, she decided to hold us back till 1230pm. Doing art prep for mid year exams. Arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Mrs Goh's was kind enough to let me off at noon. Thanks Mrs Goh! Pchild &amp; Shuk was waiting for me. So, I rushed to the canteen, but no sign of them. Then, I finally found them outside the kitchen. Finally, Shuk have told me everything, and I'm able to understand everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went lepak-ing with Shuk &amp; Pchild outside school, while waiting for Katak to arrive. On the way, walking to Queenstown MRT station, bumped into Fiq at the playground. Slacked there and blahblahblah. Pchild &amp; Shuk, are driving me crazy! They keep on snatching my art file just to take a look at my drawings. But, seriously, I'm not good in art. So, thats the reason why I did'nt let them to have a look at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever they snatched it, I'll have to chase after them and sweat all over! See.. Told ya, I can run! So, when Katak arrived, slacked under the void deck. Blahblahblah, and I went home with Pchild. Thanks Pchild, for making me sweat the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I did something that I fucking regret and that is.. I didn't answer BabyPooh's calls last night! Arghhh! Because, I fell asleep at the sofa and I didn't heard my phone ringing. Oh shit. Now, I have to wait till 1030pm, every night just to hear his voice! I miss him badly! I've have to bear with it, for one more week. He'll be back next week, baybehhh! I cant wait for that day to come! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I'm still waiting for your reply. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-5242146855626886433?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/5242146855626886433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=5242146855626886433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/5242146855626886433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/5242146855626886433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/04/thanks-shuk-pchild-for-bullying-me.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-3145398484389258347</id><published>2008-04-17T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T02:56:35.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss bestfriend alot. But, she doesn't seems to know what I'm going through. Its been 3 weeks since I last talked to her. I don't understand what is going on. I'm afraid to talk to her. She said, she don't wanna mix with me anymore because of some personal reasons. I really don't understand. Its up to you okay, bestfriend. As long, you're happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was great. Especially during DNT period. I loveeeeeee teasing Mr Imran. I love making him feel irritated. I had a tiff with Pchild earlier. He left me in school all alone, without saying goodbye. I was pissed and didn't have the mood to talk to anyone. I even throw tantrums at Nayli &amp; Ella. Sorry! So, decided to walk to Queenstown MRT station with Ella, and I bumped into Pchild!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee! He gave me a big hug, and apologise to me. Huahua. I know, you can't leave me alone! Huhu. Okay, I'm boredddddd! My parents going overseas next week, and I'm going to be boredddddddddd! I miss AdamFaromy hell loads! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-3145398484389258347?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/3145398484389258347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=3145398484389258347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3145398484389258347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3145398484389258347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-miss-bestfriend-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-6112772124125918081</id><published>2008-04-16T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T01:03:30.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chak! Well, I just reached home. I'm fucking tired and need plenty of rest. School was okay earlier, except for the bad moodswings I had during the last two periods. I don't know what happened. But, it was just the sudden mood swing. After school, met Pchild at the canteen. And, unfortunately, he was also having moodswings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, both of us didn't talk to each other. He talked to his friends and I was bored. Suddenly, Rohit called me. Wanna meet up later in the afternoon. But, I'm dead beat. I'm so tireeeeeed! Chilled at school with Pchild. I really love it when he smile! :D&lt;br /&gt;Sarah lost her phone earlier, during Mother Tongue period. But, I'm not sure who stole it. Whatever it is, I hope she'll get her phone back soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was on the way to the MRT station, this little naughty Pchild suddenly became so damn cheeky! He keeps on teasing me non-stop. And, believe it or not. I was sweating all over because of him. I keep on laughing non-stop. Seems like, its going to be a habit of me jumping when I'm laughing. Cool or what. Huhu. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? When I was almost reaching the MRT station, I talked to Pchild. He was just right beside me. I don't know what's got into him because out of a sudden, he closed his eyes and walked with eyes CLOSE! So, I was so bored. I pushed him to the side. And, BANG! His head hit the tree trunk! HAHA! I was laughing like an ass. I couldn't stop laughing. Now, serves you right for walking with eyes CLOSE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I bumped into Sabri earlier. Thanks alot yeah, Sabri. I didn't know that you were going to react that way. Thanks alot. I don't know why I'm so dissapointed in Sabri. Nevermind, its okay. Met Astro at Tanah Merah to pass him pictures. Talked to him abit, and I'm homeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I miss my BabyPooh badly. I really cant wait for the day to come. And, thats on the 26th! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-6112772124125918081?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/6112772124125918081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=6112772124125918081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6112772124125918081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6112772124125918081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/04/chak-well-i-just-reached-home.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-291558553373326615</id><published>2008-04-15T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T06:29:30.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No calls and messages from him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SAStlpd6GtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/J7cW8c7FuYI/s1600-h/his+boncet+edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SAStlpd6GtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/J7cW8c7FuYI/s320/his+boncet+edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189463532935715538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SAStmZd6GuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7YNvrHKVZl4/s1600-h/DSC00349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SAStmZd6GuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7YNvrHKVZl4/s320/DSC00349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189463545820617442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SAStm5d6GvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xCgaohpAJ98/s1600-h/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SAStm5d6GvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xCgaohpAJ98/s320/DSC00351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189463554410552050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SAStm5d6GwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gKmi3CwMZYM/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SAStm5d6GwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gKmi3CwMZYM/s320/DSC00352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189463554410552066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SAStnJd6GxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KpWZIXxIrzY/s1600-h/DSC00353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SAStnJd6GxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KpWZIXxIrzY/s320/DSC00353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189463558705519378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for more than a day. I've been waiting for his call. But, there's not even a single call or text message. I really miss his voice. And, I need to hear his voice. Katak accompanied me on the phone last night, while waiting for him to call. But, I was sleepy and hang up the phone. Slept at around 11plus last night. Handphone was just right beside me, and yet. There was no calls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was heartbroken and sad. I missed him terribly. And, he didn't even give me a call. I know that you're busy and tired. But, I really miss you alot, and I really need to hear your voice. Now, there's still no call or text message from him. Where the hell is he? I miss him alot. I'm worried. 10 more days to go, and I'm able to meet him! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was great earlier. I was smiling and laughing all the way. Thanks to Pchild for making me laugh all day. From recess till school ends! During the last two periods, text-ed Pchild and asked him to meet me outside my classroom. Both of us escaped from class. It was gerek lahh sioook! Then, teacher called me. Because, I was the only girl and he was dissapointed in me. Sorry, teacher! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to MRT station with Pchild. And, thanks alot for making me laugh! Thanks for your nicest and biggest hug! I want more more more, okayyy! Seriously, he have brighten up my day. I hope, he'll make me happy again tomorrow! Okay, Mommy wanna use the lappy. Nightnight! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Its been more than a month, no letters from you. Its been more than a day, no calls or text messages from you. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-291558553373326615?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/291558553373326615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=291558553373326615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/291558553373326615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/291558553373326615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-calls-and-messages-from-him.html' title='No calls and messages from him.'/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/SAStlpd6GtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/J7cW8c7FuYI/s72-c/his+boncet+edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-6015221588774342047</id><published>2008-04-12T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T05:54:37.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, I've realised that you're the only one that I need.</title><content type='html'>Its Saturday and I don't have the mood to spend time with friends or family. I've never felt this way before. Eversince he's in NS, I tends to miss him more than I usually would. I tends to cry whenever I think of him. I can't stop thinking of him. No matter how busy I am, I'll always think about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shocked when I heard my phone ringing. And, it was Adam who called me. I cried for joy. I've been waiting for his call all day. I was so happy when I heard his voice. How I wish, he's right beside me right now. I swear, I miss him alot. I've never missed him this much before! Never. Trust me. You don't know what I'm going through right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him alot. And, there's no one who can make me feel better. No one. Now, I've realised how much I need him eventhough there's nothing between us. We're so close, and I can't bear to lose someone like him. Yes, its true that there's nothing between us. But, we both have gone through alot together. Through up and down, we are still together despite those fights and arguements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, I shall end here. I'm not in the mood to update any futher. I'm waiting for him to call me. I miss him. Now, I know what it feels to be lonely. Please, come back soon. I miss you. I miss you. I can't stop thinking of you. How am I gonna smile without you? Despite those fights and arguements, I'm shocked that we are still together. I hope time will flies a little bit more faster. I can't wait to fetch you on the 26th. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-6015221588774342047?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/6015221588774342047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=6015221588774342047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6015221588774342047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6015221588774342047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-crying.html' title='Now, I&apos;ve realised that you&apos;re the only one that I need.'/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-3682335349685456612</id><published>2008-04-10T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T05:16:06.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he's goneeeeeee. I MISS YOU !</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna miss him damn fucking lots. I know, we've been arguing and fighting for almost everyday, but trust me. Its has never fades. Not a single bit. Now, you're gone, I'm gonna miss you fucking much. I'm sorry for making you cried earlier. I'm sorry for giving you that attitude. I'm sorry for making you came all the way to Bedok just to meet me. I'm sorry for talking to you in a rude manner. I'm sorry for not respecting you. I'm sorry for not being myself. I'm very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know what it feels like to be left by someone you loved the most. I've felt that feeling before, but that was ages ago when I was madly in love with someone else. Now, I've found you. I can't let you go. I'm missing you badly. I'm sorry for everything. I hope, everything will go on smoothly. I hope, two years will be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna hug your Dumbo. I'm gonna miss your laughter. I'm gonna miss your hugs &amp; kisses. I'm gonna miss teasing you. I'm gonna miss slapping you. I'm gonna miss talking on the phone with you. I'm gonna miss quarrelling with you. I'm gonna miss watching movies with you. I'm gonna miss eating and laughing like mad kids with you. I'm gonna miss to hear you call me, &lt;em&gt;'baby' &lt;/em&gt;&amp; &lt;em&gt;'wifey'&lt;/em&gt;. Lastly, I swear, I'm fucking gonna MISS YOU! And, I promise you, I'll be there on the 26th. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are around the corner, and I really need to buck up in my studies. I've not talk to Erynn for almost two weeks now. I don't know what has happened to our friendship. But, I fucking swear, I miss my bestie, Nur Ashereen Bte Anuar. I miss her damn lots. I miss laughing and crapping with her. Bestie, when are we gonna be back like before? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : It's gonna be a month soon, and there's no respond from YOU. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-3682335349685456612?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/3682335349685456612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=3682335349685456612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3682335349685456612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3682335349685456612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/04/hes-goneeeeeee-i-miss-you.html' title='he&apos;s goneeeeeee. I MISS YOU !'/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-7819086668368631798</id><published>2008-04-06T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T04:55:34.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was great. I had alot of fun. Firstly, met up with Katak &amp; Fiq at Town. I was rushing for time, so I didnt slack that long them. When I reached Town, went to Topman to buy a gift for birthday boy. So, at around 820pm, took train and proceed to Jurong whereas Katak &amp; Fiq decided to slack at Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I reached Jurong, I sms-ed Ketot. He fetch me at the bus stop and took me to the pit. Thanks to Ketot, I'm able to make sure that my surprise go on smoothly. Birthday boy was shocked to see me. Well, I may be mean, but I'm still the sweetest! Right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. He introduced me to all his family members. Damn, I was soo embarrased. Imagine, if you were in my shoes. There were so many people till I dont even dare to talk. So, I kept on smiling. Hah! And, birthday boy is jealous because there's someone who praised me last night! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun, seriously. At around midnight, went to birthday boy's place. I was damn fucking tired and sleepy, I tell you! Watched TV at his place, till I dozed off! His parents was damn friendly, like me! :D They keep on bugging me to sleepover at their's place, which I don't think its a good idea because I've just known them and they treated me as if we have known each other for ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, overall, I'm quite comfortable with his parents. Finally, I'm able to meet his parents. Hah! Fell asleep at his place till 3plus. Then, he woke me up and I'm home sweet home at 4am. I'm having a BIG arguement with Pchild right now. Thanks lah eh. For everything. Especially for PISSING me off. Thanks alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His jacket is with me and I can't stop smelling that jacket! I'm gonna miss you.. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-7819086668368631798?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/7819086668368631798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=7819086668368631798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/7819086668368631798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/7819086668368631798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/04/yesterday-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-9681070126530095</id><published>2008-04-05T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:32:29.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was great sioool. Met up with Katak &amp; Fiq at Town. I was rushing for time, so I didn't slack that long with them. Brought something from Topman for birthday boy. And, off I went, to Jurong while Katak &amp; Fiq proceed to Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave birthday boy a surprise! See.. No matter how mean I am, I'm still the sweetest! I'm glad that I'm able to make him smile and happy. Thanks Ketot for helping me, aye! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His family members was sooooo many! I was too shy to talk. And blahblahblah. I'm lazy to type. At around 1am, went to birthday boy's place. And blahblahblah. Fell asleep. I fought with Pchild. Cool or what. Damn ass. Reached home at almos 4am. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungryyy. Gonna eat now. Byeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-9681070126530095?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/9681070126530095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=9681070126530095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/9681070126530095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/9681070126530095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/04/yesterday-was-great-sioool.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-7499291877788177016</id><published>2008-04-04T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T19:05:35.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna set my blog to unprivate, like before. Because, I'm having so much trouble by adding the emails for the invited readers. And, its wasting a lot of time and sometimes it gives me headache. So, yeah. Now, the blog is open to all. Spammers, if you think this is the chance for you to spam again, go ahead. I don't care. You're just a coward, and thats why you didnt have the guts to revealed yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Cross Country was great. Promised Mariam &amp; Siti to meet up at 7am. When I alighted from the train, I saw Pchild, Fazuwan &amp; Den. Talked to them, till the next train arrives. When it arrives, Den &amp; Fazuwan boarded it while me and Pchild was waiting for Siti &amp; Mariam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't run at all. Because, my shorts was in Jiawen's bag and her bag was with Mr Chia. So, I didn't get the chance to run. I was fucking bored. Talked to the upper sec boys and blahblahblah. I had a fight with Pchild. He's mad at me. Arghh. Sorryyyyy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Cross Country ended, Pchild, Sarah &amp; Siti followed Mariam to makan at Jurong Point. We ate and blahblahblah. I had so much fun! Especially when we were at the Kiddy Palace. Pchild cant stop making stupid jokes. After playing with the bears at Kiddy Palace, we proceed to Toys R Us. And, that was more fun! Pchild grabbed my hand and ran towards a dark place full of toys. Gerek lahhh siol. When Siti &amp; the rest walked pass, I threw a ball and Siti shouted! Oh my. HAHA! Pchild was hiding in the shelves with a big teddy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Rohit came to my place. Without asking me or calling me. I was shocked. Talked to him abit. And, I asked him why did he came without calling me. He said, it was because whenever he asked me out, I'll always gives him excuses, so by coming down to my place without calling me, will make sure that I cant give him any excuses. So, you're smart eh Rohit ! He asked me out tomorrow. And, we'll see about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its Saturday todayyyyy! I got no plans. My body is weak all over due to some reasons. I'm tiredddd and I'm bored. Ah Meng text me yesterday asking me out with Katak. We'll see how it goes. I've been wanting to go to Sentosa. But, Ah Meng &amp; Katak refused. Damn you lahhh. Sedih siool. Adam's bbq pit is held today. But, I don't think I'm coming because.. Firstly, I've not brought his presents, and secondly its OVER between us. And, thirdly, he said he wants me to delete him from my life. I'll do whatever he wants me to do. As long, he's happy(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-7499291877788177016?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/7499291877788177016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=7499291877788177016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/7499291877788177016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/7499291877788177016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-gonna-set-my-blog-to-unprivate-like.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-2529209370930995787</id><published>2008-04-03T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T05:05:49.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks spammers! :D</title><content type='html'>This post is only for the fucking SPAMMERS. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for spamming yeah. Appreciate it alot. I think, its your mom who have slept with a millions of guys and she even sold her body before, I guess! Before you say anything, please think before you say. I think, you're being pathetic and a sore loser by spamming in my precious blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hold grudges against me, what are you waiting for? Kindly set the time, day and place. It will be my fucking pleasure to meet you up. Because, I don't fucking give a damn. I'm not a loser like you. Who go around, spamming people's blog. Envy me, bitch! And, wait. My sisters have different father? Lets see.. Are you a part of my family? I dont think so. So, stop saying untrue things about my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my family. Not yours. I'm wasting my time by typing this out for you, fucker. Such an idiot asshole. You're born without brains, I guess. Be jealous of me. Keep on spamming. Because, HATERS makes me FAMOUS! Go ahead and spam, fcuktard! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on spamming, bitch. Thanks for spamming. If you have the guts to spam, why is it that you dont have the guts to show yourself? You're just dare to do it through the net. But, I don't think you dare to revealed yourself. If you have the fucking guts, show yourself, coward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Katak &amp; Retarded Wawa, thanks for standing up for me. I really appreciate it. But, don't waste your time by telling this spammer off. He/she doesnt have any brain and guts. So, just let him/her spam for all she like. Btw, I'm gonna set my blog to private. So, do leave me your email in MSN aye. For those who don't have any blog email, let me know. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-2529209370930995787?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/2529209370930995787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=2529209370930995787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2529209370930995787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2529209370930995787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/04/thanks-spammers-d.html' title='thanks spammers! :D'/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-2269414784060609373</id><published>2008-04-01T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T04:56:55.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its April Fool today, and hell yeah, I got fooled by two monkeys. Arghh. First, it was Adam. Thanks alot for your acting lah eh. Thank you so much. I got so pissed till I didn't even wanna talk to him. Next, it was Pchild. Thank God, I read his message after I've done my English test! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, thanks alot too to Pchild. Thanks alot lah ehh! I fucking cried because of Pchild! Thanks for fooling me lah eh. I'm so pissed lah eh. I'm not happy lah eh. I'm still okay lah eh. Okay, crap. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay. I don't know whats wrong with Erynn. Out of a sudden, she didn't even talk to me. During recess time, she wasnt with us. She was with Tessly and all. I was like, wth. I mean, we didn't argue at all, and why is she acting like this out of a sudden. I was really confused. I need her to explain everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to Jurong to meet Adam. Spent time together and blahblahblah. Its him birthday tomorrow. So, you're gonna be a year older! Was supposed to meet Sabri at Pasir Ris, but it was cancelled due to some reasons. And, blahblahblah. I'm thinking.. What should I buy for that birthday boy? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch, you're making a fool of yourself. Before you jugde me, go jugde yourself, you fucker. You're no difference. Go ahead and tell people about me. And, yeah. You know who you are. So, stop being a bitch, get that? Go get a life. Don't act as if I owe you a living and please, STOP BEING CHILDISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest Spammers, thanks for spamming. I really appreciate it alot. It would be much more better if you could spam everyday and night. You're such a coward. &lt;em&gt;Kau brani spam kan, make sure kau brani tanggung lah eh. Kau tkmo nak mcam pham pt ako peh blog. Ako tk menyusahkan kau, kau tkmo nak menyusahkan ako! Gi isap konek bpak kau lah siak!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING SPAMMERS !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-2269414784060609373?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/2269414784060609373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=2269414784060609373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2269414784060609373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2269414784060609373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-april-fool-today-and-hell-yeah-i.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-2313274569454782450</id><published>2008-03-30T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T02:22:42.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R-9bDVBdjHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sgkWYtOG3-c/s1600-h/elly2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R-9bDVBdjHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sgkWYtOG3-c/s320/elly2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183461808867740786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dearest EllyEvans. I love her! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R-9bDlBdjII/AAAAAAAAAEo/h9i7ajFnd3k/s1600-h/Boncet+Edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R-9bDlBdjII/AAAAAAAAAEo/h9i7ajFnd3k/s320/Boncet+Edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183461813162708098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, met up with Katak and Fiq at Vivo. Katak text me at 6plus but I reached there at 8plus. Sorry! I know, I'm a slowslowslow tortoise. Haha. So, yeahh. Chill and all. I cant forget the incident that happened last night. A guy fell when he was playing with a balloon. I cant stop laughing. Fiq keeps on teasing that guy. Haha. I didn't even expect Fiq to be that kecoh whereas in school, he's like the &lt;strong&gt;MOST WELL BEHAVED BOY.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 1030, Katak and Fiq proceed home but I went to City Hall to meet up with Adam. So, yeah. Talked to him while waiting for Farah. Well, its been a long time since I last met him. Gave him a hug and blahblahblah. Haha. I'm lazy to update lahh. :D Reached home around 12plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love chatting with Elly. And, I fucking miss her. Meet me soon, Ellyyyyyyy! I love love love Elly lah siuuul! &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-2313274569454782450?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/2313274569454782450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=2313274569454782450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2313274569454782450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2313274569454782450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-dearest-ellyevans.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R-9bDVBdjHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sgkWYtOG3-c/s72-c/elly2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-7629457669230239798</id><published>2008-03-28T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T03:44:34.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, its Friday! I can rest and sleep all day long. Its been a busy week. Busy studying and revising for my upcoming exams. I cant afford to fail anymore. I need to buck up in my studies and pay more attention during lessons! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was not so okay earlier. Pchild came late for school. Had PE for two periods. Warmed up and ran at the Clarence Lane. I ran 6 rounds in 15 minutes. Slow lah siuuul. Like tortoise. Huhu. I was fucking tired after the run. When PE ended, it was Proj Work. And, the class was released twenty minutes late for not tidying up the classroom. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't talked to Pchild at all during recess. I was mad at him about what happened last night. So, when I was walking towards the Commerce Room, he called me and asked me what happened and blahblahblah. And, I end up, raising my voice at him. Argh. Sorry! But, now, its settle! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When school ended, waited for Pchild in the canteen. I begged him like one crazy girl asking him to go NCC. He's gonna quit NCC soon and I can't let that happen. He says, if he can't quit, he's not gonna attend NCC. I just dont want him to get any poor conduct. Thats all. I was begging him like hell and in the end, when I touched his forehead, he's having fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to MRT with Erynn, Farhana &amp; Pchild. And, I'm homeeee! Get well soon, Dearest Pchild! Thanks Boy for topping up my phone and I've NOT received his letter! Arghh. Eh, its Saturday tomorrow. Anyone wanna meet up? I'm bored. Huhu. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: And, those Sec 1 students, ROCKS MY SOCKS! I loveeee them to the core lah siuul. Thanks for cheering me up, guys! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-7629457669230239798?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/7629457669230239798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=7629457669230239798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/7629457669230239798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/7629457669230239798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-its-friday-i-can-rest-and-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-4675853264319125906</id><published>2008-03-27T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T07:57:05.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cool Kapa . We`re Drifting Apart ! Great La Ek . Da La . Ako Nk Tdo . Byeeee !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-4675853264319125906?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/4675853264319125906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=4675853264319125906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/4675853264319125906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/4675853264319125906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/03/cool-kapa.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-7525534777573922308</id><published>2008-03-26T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T00:51:34.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in a good mood right now. Reached school early today because I woke up slightly earlier and couldnt wait to go to school. On the way to school, I almost fainted in the train. My head was spinning and my body was so weak. I almost fainted and luckily I held on to the door railing. Walked to school and I saw Sufie &amp; Yi Ray. Walked and talked with them to school. They always make me laugh. Sufie said, my fever, sore throat and flu will go away when I meet Samuel in class. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, no. I'm still having my fucking fever, sore throat and flu! ):&lt;br /&gt;My classmates were great. I'm sitting beside Samuel and right in front of me is the two monkey jokers, Sufie &amp; Yi Ray. And, I'm very sure they are able to cheer me up everyday. Samuel keep on bugging me and asking me to tell a ghost story. Huhu. After recess was Mother Tongue and I was abit hyper. So, I keep on teasing Ilyasa! In the end, he didn't even bother to listen or talk to me. Arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed during my Literature period. The class took so long to get ready and there was 13 students who didn't brought their Literature textbooks along. And, because of that, the whole class gotta go to the foyer and stand there for about 30-45 minutes! I was soooooo mad that I don't even care when the teacher looked me! Thanks to Adik and Abidin for making me laugh and I end up standing at the parade square under the hot sun. Cool or what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone hurt my feelings. He didn't think about my feelings at all. Argh. I dont wish to talk about it. So, stop asking me what happened or blahblahblah. Stop being  busybody okay. I don't care if you care. But, just dont ask me what happened. Because, I wont tell you a single thing even if you force me. So, I suggest you not to waste your time asking me what has happened. Thank you and it will be VERY appreciated if no one asked me what happened earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, its our anniversary, baby! I miss you alot. Hope we last long. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Love you manymany, Babylove. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-7525534777573922308?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/7525534777573922308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=7525534777573922308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/7525534777573922308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/7525534777573922308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-not-in-good-mood-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-623513355840811195</id><published>2008-03-25T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T01:41:24.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fever, flu and sore throat lahhhhh siuuuuul.</title><content type='html'>I'm down with high fever. And, I'm sure that special person knows why I'm not feeling well today. It happens where there's something going on between us. Please please. I need to get well soon. I'm so weak. I can hardly move. I'm down with high fever, sore throat and flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened last night, I'm sorry. I wont blame you if I'm in this state. But, I just want to let you know that everything was my fault. You dont need to text or call me asking how am I doing or anything. I would rather be like this than seeing us quarrelled everyday. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I'll get well soon. Or else, I cant attend to school tomorrow. Argh. Well, school was great earlier. I didnt even realised that I wasnt feeling well till Ella told me about my health. Huhu. Finally, I've done my Malay Proj. And, I hope Mdm Nor will give my group high marks! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun during Mother Tongue period earlier. My group got scolding from teacher for making alot of noise. But, it was damn funny that I almost choked on my chocolate! Haha. I didnt stayed back in school earlier because I was too tired. Left school at 2pm. Pchild sent me to the MRT station and I'm homeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna rest right now. I'm having headache and my head is gonna burst soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-623513355840811195?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/623513355840811195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=623513355840811195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/623513355840811195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/623513355840811195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/03/fever-fever-fever-lahhhhh-siuuuuul.html' title='fever, flu and sore throat lahhhhh siuuuuul.'/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-3288025676285688114</id><published>2008-03-24T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T02:54:20.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two more days lahhhhhhhh ehhh.</title><content type='html'>I'm sleepy right now. I'm trying to make sure that I wont dozed off. I didn't sleep at all last night. I can't sleep. Seems like, I cant watch horror movies anymore, or else this will happen again. Hell yeah. I was fucking bored the whole night. I did nothing. I tried to sleep, but I cant. How long I closed my eyes, I just dont seem to be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2am in the morning, I called Mommy's phone and asked her to come to my room. Because, before that, I was lying down and suddenly I heard someone knocking on my door. I was so shocked. I was shaking and I dont even dare to move my body. Thank God, Mommy came in time! She sat beside my bed and accompany me to bed. But, still. After closing my eyes for one hour, I was VERY sure that I didn't sleep at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored. So, I called BabyPooh. And, guess what. We both quarrelled again. How cool is that. We're always quarrelling. I would wanna try to break the world record, one day! Huhu. But, seriously. I sick and tired of argueing and quarrelling. Suddenly, the phone got cut because my phone's battery was flat. So, I did nothing but just messing around with my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 5am, I felt sooooo sleepy. So, I tried to sleep. And, I slept for fucking 20 minutes. Shiok kapaaaaaa! Was awake at 520am. Shower-ed and blahblahblah. Get ready to school. And, I called Erynn to keep me company! I was so damn fucking afraid. Seriouuuuuuus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay earlier. Except for the fact that I was sleepy. But, I still managed to hang on. My Malay Proj is due tomorrow and I need to get it done by tonight or else I'll lose out marks! So, yeah. Gotta finish my project by tonight. During recess time, Pchild was being a kindsoul. He tried to make me laugh and smile because he knows that I was sleepy and he tried to wake me up. Thanks Pchild!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When school ended, slacked at the canteen while waiting for Pchild because he wants to meet me. So, yeah. Talked to him abit. And, I was fucking mad at him. He lied to me! He's trying to test my patience. Damn ass, youuuu! I'm so mad at him. I didn't talk to him at all. Walked to MRT station with Pchild and Erynn. And, thanks to them, I'm happy today! I keep on laughing because of their lame jokes! Huhu. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do something to make me awake. I'm gonna have an early night tonight because I'm damn fucking sleeeeeeeeeepyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! And, I've not receieved BabyLove's reply. Gosh, I miss you like hell. And, our four months anniversary just passed, bby.. If only you were here, by my side. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-3288025676285688114?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/3288025676285688114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=3288025676285688114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3288025676285688114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3288025676285688114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/03/two-more-days-lahhhhhhhh-ehhh.html' title='two more days lahhhhhhhh ehhh.'/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-4853619880448626828</id><published>2008-03-22T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T20:49:29.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday's plan was so messed up. But, I'm happy that finally I'm able to meet Nia. She text me and asked me to proceed first and I did. Meet her up at City Hall and while waiting for her, guess who I saw? I saw Saiful! And, I was like jumping with joy and everyone was looking at me as if I've lost my mind. But, seriously its been 7 years since I last met Saiful. I still remember those days when we used to play at the playground together and he is always with his younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one day he moved out. So, I was lonely because he was such a great friend. I still could remember how I met him. When I saw him fell from the bicycle and he injured his legs and my dad asked me to buy him a plaster. Thats when we first met! Goshh.. I miss him truckloads. Just a few days back, Mommy talked to me about him. And, damn it. I actually bumped into him yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He've changed alot. Seriously. Getting much more better. No more childish-ness. Heh. He asked for my number and I gave him. He called me last night. And, asked me alot of questions about family and all. Sisters and Mommy talked about him last night. Yeahh. He's also staying at Bedok! How cool is that. Haha. Shit uh. I dont believe that I saw him! Haha. Okay, stop. Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Pchild at City Hall, and I talked to him abit. Then, Nia arrived. Oh my.. She's cute. But, I'm afraid to talk to her because of her voice. Hehe. Sorry, Nia. Hehe. But, I still managed to talk to her. Seriously, her voice was so fierce. As if she's gonna scold me. Huhu. Takoooooooot. I told Pchild about Nia's voice and he keep on laughing. He said, I'm crazy. Damn ass him. But, seriously Nia's voice was so fierce uh. But, she's cuteee! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan and Boy called me. And wanna meet me up at Esplanade. And, I did. But, they dont even talk to me. So, I just walked away. Seriously. They're such an assholes. Called me to meet up, but in the end they didnt talk at all. Then, Nia told me she had to fetch her friend at the MRT. So, off she went. And, I was with Pchild. Doing nothing. I was damn thristy. So, walked to Starbucks. Yumaaayy! And, I bumped into Azim and Amir. And, Amir gave me a huggggggggggggg! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sms-ed Elly because we're supposed to meet up. But, in the end. She blow bubbleeeeeeeeeeeeee. Cool lah eh. I was so damn fucking bored. And, I proceed to Marina Sq. Then, decided to catch a movie - Step Up 2. Its was great! The movie was a BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAST! How I wished I could dance like them. Huhu. When the movie ended, I was afraid there isnt anymore train. And thank God. I took the fucking last train. And, I'm homeeeeeeeeeeeee! I had alot of fun lah okay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bumped into alot of my friends yesterday! And, thanks for saying hello. Huhu. - Saiful, Ammar, Rasul, Osha, Azim, Amir, Apoh, Aky, Appy &amp; Botak. Weeee! And, Shereen called me last night saying that a girl is looking for me. Because of that pathetic fucker BoyMonster. Fucking hell. The girl who's looking for me is not happy with me because she said because of me BoyMonster is in Boys Home. Hah. Excuse me lah eh, because of my case, BoyMonster has been SENTENCED. Get that? And, she even wants to meet me at Esplanade next week to declared that I'm BoyMonster's ex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy bitch. Its not as if she's BoyMonster's girl. You're just a friend of him and you're trying to act big whereas you don't know what happened. Bitch, I know what happened. And, I can fucking jolly well show you the letter that I receive that he's been sentenced for my fucking case! He's in BoysHome now because of RIOT, mother fucker! Get that right! &lt;em&gt;Nie lah minah2 skrang. Konon2nye fierce ah nak hang2 orang tk tentu psal. Kiwek, prangai baby dog lah siul. Zaman fanatic da lepas lah siaaak!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-4853619880448626828?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/4853619880448626828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=4853619880448626828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/4853619880448626828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/4853619880448626828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/03/yesterdays-plan-was-so-messed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-7341510457904778734</id><published>2008-03-21T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T21:31:41.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its Saturday today. I'm tired. And, I don't know where should I go. Supposed to meet Elly later, but I have not confirm it with her because I'm fucking mad at Pchild. So, yeah. Hopefully, I will be meeting Nia because I've never seen her before and its been a long time since I wanted to meet her. So, I MUST meet her today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I called BabyPooh. I miss him alot. Hell yeah. He's going to Pulau Ubin today for a week and I'm gonna miss his voice! Yes, I know its my fault over what has happened. But, I just don't know what else I should do. There's a guy named Boyboy called my phone last night. He talked to me. He said, he's my sister's friend. So, I talked to him for awhile. He wanna meet me today but I said I'll be going out with someone else. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm not interested in him. Even if I am, I'm not gonna meet him today. I don't even know him. I don't even know how he looks like. He's only 15 years old. Huhu. Its gonna be a boring day for me because I've no one to go out with! I need someone to bring me out, pretty please. Pchild wanna meet me today, but I'm not sure wheather I'm gonna meet him or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored and bored and bored. I miss BabyPooh and I fucking miss BabyPooh. My prepaid is lowlowlow. Someone please topup my phone for me? Will you? BabyPooh's birthday is coming and I'm not sure what am I gonna buy for him. I'm fucking broke right now and I think I should start saving. But, even if I start saving right now, I dont think it'll be enough for me to buy something special for BabyPooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please ask me out, today. Thankyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-7341510457904778734?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/7341510457904778734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=7341510457904778734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/7341510457904778734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/7341510457904778734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/03/elly-mendak-siuuuul.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-5315767771000162395</id><published>2008-03-19T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T04:05:14.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sports Day was okay. The weather was so hot till I was sweating all the way. And, hell yeah. Commonwealth got in last. How great is that. Congrats to Belvedere. So, next year, they will be in VIP seats again. 3 years in a row. How cool is that. Huhu. Commonwealth was so weak. None of them wanted to cheer. Sufie was accompanying me all the way, till he had to go because he had to do his duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting just beside Dan. We're not that close. So, we don't really talk that much. And, suddenly, he talked to me and asked me to accompany him to Dundee house. So, yeahh. I did. It was from another end to another. Went to Dundee, and sat with Shereen and Fazuwan and blahblahblah. I keep on shouting like a mad girl, you know. Heh. Then, Pchild came out of no sudden. So, yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sweating all the way. And, the fan isnt making any good either. So, I sat alone. And, keep my mouth shut and stop shouting because I was damn fucking tired and thirsty. So, blahblahblah. I'm lazy to update. Sat with Pchild and Shereen. When the meet has ended, Shereen and me accompanied Pchild to smoked. Then, we walked to Commonwealth MRT. Brought myself a chocolate. I cant find my pathetic green tea drink. So, I gave up and just bear it. But, I swear, I was so damn fucking thristy. Suddenly, jengjengjeng. Someone was so kind, to give me surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pchild suddenly went missing. And, when he came, he brought me a bottle of green tea! Aww.. How sweet. Thanks Pchild. It was raining. So, Pchild and myself sent Shereen to the bus stop and Pchild sent me to the MRT station. We bid goodbye, and off we went! Reached home safe and sound. Brought myself Tempation Island Ice Jelly on the way home. And, yummaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, again. Haikal been smsing me these few days. He really wants to meet me up. But, I dont know. I cant give him the chance to be with me. I'm sorry, Haikal. I know, you've been waiting for me for months! And, I know how much trouble you went through just to look for me. I'm sorry, Haikal. But, like I said.. We broke up 3 years ago and I dont wish history to repeat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fcuk that bitch who keeps on staring at me and Shereen. Please lah eh. Your fucking eyes are fucking horrible. If you're not happy, please let us know. And, please fucking jolly well stop staring at me and Shereen as if you're gonna eat us. Because, I dont fucking give a damn. &lt;em&gt;Ako tak banyak bunyi, kau tkmu kecoh lah sial. Kau kentalan jubo lah sial. Konon2nye, fierce ah stare ako gtu mcam smp nak stop sume. Kiwak, mate kau, jgan smp ako korek sial. Ako tk bobal blakang psal kau, kau tkmo prangai pukimak sundal lah sial. Geram siaaak!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to hell, you bitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-5315767771000162395?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/5315767771000162395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=5315767771000162395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/5315767771000162395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/5315767771000162395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/03/sports-day-was-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-3422692841779176484</id><published>2008-03-18T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T02:02:45.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really miss you, Adam. I don't know why I'm feeling this way. I cant sleep last night. All I did was, thinking about you. I cant get you out of my mind. When you called me last night, I was holding back my tears and trying to be strong. I cant do anything, since you chose it to be this way. Yes, I know. I was at fault last night. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If thats the case, maybe I should really let you go. I'm sorry, Adam. For all these while. And, thanks for everything. Thanks. I appreciate it. I hope, you'll find someone much more better than me. No more turning back, love. Its no use. I hope, you'll be happy always. And, forever, you'll always be my BabyPooh. Take care, Adam. And, I swear, I FUCKING MISS YOU. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay earlier. My fcuking eyebags are driving me crazy. I did not have enough sleep last night. Because, I was afraid. I dont know why. I cant sleep peacefully, nowadays. And, this sucks. And, there's no more him accompanying me to school every morning. I'll just have to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess time, I almost dozed off and went to lala land. But, luckily Pchild woke me up by giving me a shock. Thanks lah eh. Talked to him and blahblahblah. And, sports day is tomorrow. Byeee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s38.photobucket.com/albums/e122/fullflip/?action=view&amp;current=LOVE-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e122/fullflip/LOVE-1.jpg" border="0" alt="LOVE"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss You More &amp; More , Adam . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="100" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/yUYvs0A_Tg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/yUYvs0A_Tg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-3422692841779176484?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/3422692841779176484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=3422692841779176484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3422692841779176484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3422692841779176484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-swear-i-miss-adamfaromy.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-9144389196134686942</id><published>2008-03-14T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T07:57:05.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hurry, Adaaaaaam! I'm bored. He's gonna shower and eat and blahblahblah. And, he wont have any time to talk on the phone with me. I got nothing better to do right now. I'm really bored. I'm short of cash, and really need cash badly. Tomorrow is Saturday, and, I'm fucking not going out because I'm short of cash. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wished, school will reopens tomorrow. Then, I will be able to smile. Because, I believe when I'm in school, my class will be the only ones who can cheer me up. Especially, the ones who sits around me, Yi Ray, Samuel, Kendrick, Claudia &amp; Brenzen. I miss them alooooot! Seriously. Eventhough the teachers sucks big time, but, my friends has make it worthwhile. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna change my skin soon. But, I'm lazy to look for one. So, maybe not today. Next time, perhaps. I'm supposed to meet Irah tomorrow. But, seems like I have to cancelled it due to short of cash. And, hell yeah. I'm still on bad terms with Mommy. I dont know how long will this drag. I hope it'll end soon. Because, I need to find a way to make Mommy sign my fucking PPR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall end here. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-9144389196134686942?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/9144389196134686942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=9144389196134686942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/9144389196134686942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/9144389196134686942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/03/hurry-adaaaaaam-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-6639799504251487342</id><published>2008-03-12T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T19:55:50.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm updating right now because I'm damn fcuking bored and its been a long time since I've last updated. Well.. Things at home is getting more worst. I dont know why. I have not talk to my parents for about 3 days, I guess. I dont know how much longer will this drag. I really dont. If Mommy thinks he's right and always right, go ahead and side him instead of her own fucking daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Mommy dont like about the way I treat him, she should ask why I did that. There's always reasons. But, she doesnt. You neglect me because of HIM. And, how I wish there will be a time where you will stick with your 3 daughters and leave him alone. Your 3 daughters feel neglected, Mommy. You don't know what it feels like to be neglected by your own parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've changed, Mommy. I know I'm not supposed to say this. But, how long should I keep it to myself? I only have you. I got no one else. I ONLY have you. But, whatever I'm trying to do, nothing pleases you. Yes, I know you love and wants the best for me. I love you too, Mommy. But, some things gotta change. I just hope you'll be my Mommy like how you used to be before. And, its 3 of your daughters who wants you to be like before. And, ILY, Mommy. I really do. If I've hurt your feelings, I'M SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been enjoying my holidays. My holiday sucks. I rather be in school with all my friends than staying home all day. I got no cash to go out as I'm fucking broke. I can't ask Mommy for money as we're having conflicts right now and she doesnt even wants to talk to me. I just need someone who can fucking cheer me up and bring me out! That's what I need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah. Me and Adam will never stop quarrelling. Cool or what. Seriously. If things gonna go on this way, I really dont know what I should do next. Seriously. I have enough problems right now. You don't know what I'm going through, Adam. You really dont. There's alot of things that you should know. It will be kind of you, if you could just make sure we wont quarrel for a day. Can you? I know, its gonna be a NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like, I will be meeting my friends only when school reopens. How great. I just cant wait for school to reopens! I'll be busy, by then. Studying for my MYE. Yes, I'm gonna study and pass with flying colours. I wont let Mommy down. I wont. I'll buck up in my studies and work hard. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Pchild. I don't know what to do if you're not around. Thanks for the advice. Thanks for encouraging me. Thanks for everything. You never failed to make me smile or laugh whenever I'm down. Thanks, Pchild. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got Ijad's letter. And, he's gonna pursue his studies. And, I'm happy with that. He's gonna sit for his N level this year. And, hopefully, he'll be in ITE next year. I miss Ijad alot. If he's here.. Everything will change. He's just like Mommy's godson. If only you were here. You'll help me and talk to Mama. I miss you, Ijad. I really do. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Can someone please top up my damn fucking phone? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-6639799504251487342?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/6639799504251487342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=6639799504251487342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6639799504251487342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6639799504251487342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-updating-right-now-because-im-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-5500376781074561618</id><published>2008-03-07T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T19:15:00.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I got my results. I failed two subjects. Damn it! Maths and Science. Shitting. I'll never improved my maths. Arghhh. And, I've slack alot in Science. And, for the first time in my life, I passed my History! Haha. Cool eh. Huhu. I got two A1. D&amp;T and English. Weeee! Heh. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was called to go to counselling. And, I did. Counsellor just wanted to see my results. And, thank god! She said, I've improved. Wee! See.. I told you, I'm studying. Huahua. Okay, mepek. Tessly cried when she got her results. Me and Shereen was trying to cheer her up. And, we did! Finally, she smiled. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blahblahblah. Reached home, get ready and out to town for shopping. Went with BabyPooh. And, we fought. Blahblahblah. &lt;br /&gt;And, I'm going out with peeps todayyyyyy! Bye lahhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-5500376781074561618?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/5500376781074561618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=5500376781074561618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/5500376781074561618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/5500376781074561618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/03/yesterday-i-got-my-results.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-7055873208742859216</id><published>2008-03-05T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T01:46:54.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R85rwC3vclI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Uvyf6IZ38pU/s1600-h/DSC00186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R85rwC3vclI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Uvyf6IZ38pU/s320/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174191495043838546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters Love, Okayyyyyy!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R85rwi3vcmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/m8XqLue5PJE/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R85rwi3vcmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/m8XqLue5PJE/s320/DSC00189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174191503633773154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm hungry. And, I'm fucking bored. Finally, Ally's online! Chatted with her abit. I can't wait to meet her during the March holidays. Seriously. Its been ages since we last met or talked. I miss her alot. Seriously. She used to be so close with me, but now. No longer. Because, she's busy schooling and its difficult for us to contact. Grr.. Meet me soon okay, AllyBaby? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been quarrelling with BabyPooh this few days. And, trust me. It sucks big time. I hate it so much. But, seriously. I can't be bothered whenever we argued. Its no use. So, I would rather act as if nothing is bothering me than crying and being a fool by letting go my weaknesses. So, yeahh. I hope, things will get back to normal soon. But, too bad. It can't be as before again, because its CLEARLY stated that &lt;strong&gt;HE HATES ME&lt;/strong&gt;. Hell yeah, he declared and said that he HATES ME. Wow, how great. Okay, I'm being an idiot by saying that he hates me, meaning its great. Grr. -.- Nevermind, its okay. You can hate me if you want. No worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes. I'm mad at Boy for some personal reasons. Trust me, he's being a jerk. And, excuse me, asshole. It serves you right. Thanks for playing with my heart before. And, this is what you get. Please, stop smsing me and keep on giving me false hopes and fakes promises. I hate you, seriously. There, I've said it. &lt;strong&gt;I HATE YOU, MUHD KHAIRUL [ BOY ].&lt;/strong&gt; How much I regret for knowing you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this is great. I've been argueing with alot of friends. Greaaaat! Katak text me earlier about us not contacting each other. Fine, go ahead okay. I don't mind. Because, if you think that I've changed by not smsing you or whatever crap, go ahead. I don't mind okay. Seriously. And, please. Stop saying that I've played with your heart. Cause, I NEVER did! Get things right. And, Katak, if you're reading this right now, I'm sorry that I've to post this here. Because, I'm damn fucking mad! Thank you and sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a great week lah eh. I'm gonna get my PPR results by Friday. I've signed the results. And, shit. I failed my Science and Maths badly. Arghh. How pathetic is that. I really need to buck up in my studies, seriously. Finally, I passed my History! I hope, I'll pass the rest of my subjects because I can't afford to fail more than 3. Or else, my parents will have to be in school! Arghh!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Me and Pc are getting closer now. Thanks for comforting me whenever I'm facing some difficulties. And, don't worry. I'll be there for you too, aye. And, that's a promise. I'm happy to be in school, esp when Pc is around. Because, with him around, he's able to cheer my day. Thanks, Pc! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, currently I'm waiting for Mommy to be home asap. Because, I'm damn hungry and my tummmy is gonna start making some techno/trane tone. Heh. Okay, till here readers. Take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I miss and love you alot, BabyLove. &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-7055873208742859216?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/7055873208742859216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=7055873208742859216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/7055873208742859216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/7055873208742859216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/03/okay-im-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R85rwC3vclI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Uvyf6IZ38pU/s72-c/DSC00186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-2090616431024404781</id><published>2008-03-01T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T21:29:20.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAST! Plan changed. I had alooooot of funnnnnnn! ;D The plan was supposed to be me, Shereen, Irwan and Wan. But, I don't know what happened in the end. Shereen and Irwan didn't turned up. So, I was with Wan. Met him at Town. I was late by half an hour. But, he said, I was late for just a few minutes. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qas called and said she wanna meet me. So, yeahh. I had to wait for her. And, I really hate waiting for people. But, I love it when people waits for me. Haha. So, while Wan and myself was waiting for Qas, suddenly a lady approached us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lady : Hi there. This is our website for couples who's gonna get married.&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; Wan : Err..&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Please feel free to look at our website and wedding pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh, thankyou. But, we're are not getting married.&lt;br /&gt;Wan : *laughing*&lt;br /&gt;Lady : Its okay. You can still log on to our website. Sorry for misunderstanding you both.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Its okay.&lt;br /&gt;Lady : *smile and off she go*&lt;br /&gt;Wan : Haha ! Wedding kapaaaa girl! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Like bastard lah sial. As if I'm gonna get married. My foot lahh ehy. I'm still a small baby. Huahua. Met Qas for awhile, then she went makan while me and Wan was damn fucking bored and got nothing to do. Suddenly, Elly called me! Yay! So, meet her up at City Hall. Accompanied her to buy drinks meet her friends. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahblahblah. Went to payung and chill there. And, blahblahblah. Gerek lahh okay. Esp, her friends. The drunktards! Haha. They were so damn fucking funny. I kept on laughing. I met Nelly, my old bestie! Wee! Miss her truckloads lah sial. She ran towards me and give me a hug! Aww, how sweeeet! Miss her! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at about 930pm. Went to CityHall MRT. And, proceed to Downtown East. Elly's chalet. Haha. But, Wan didn't tag along. As, his friend was in the hospital and he needs to be there asap. Reached Downtown East, chilled there and blahblahblah. Took cab home with Iswandi and Cine. Cine was damn fucking drunk lah okay. He cant even walked properly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped Cine at Eunos MRT, Iswandi at Bedok. Then, I'm homeeeeeeeee! Gerek lahh okay. Next week, gonna meet Elly again! Yay! She's my Saturday partner. Huahua! :D&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm gonna miss BabyPooh alot, if anything happens later. Arghh! ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I'm in love with BabyLove. I miss you, BabyLove. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-2090616431024404781?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/2090616431024404781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=2090616431024404781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2090616431024404781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2090616431024404781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/03/yesterday-was-blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaast.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-6800290870247218607</id><published>2008-02-29T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T01:42:25.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R8fTeGehubI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wZ13YM9f1T8/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R8fTeGehubI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wZ13YM9f1T8/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172335211146492338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, finally. I'm able to use the lappy. Mommy been busy using the lappy all day, and playing computer games! Arghh. Hah. So, its been awhile since I last updated. Heh. Firstly, remember about my History test? I passed lahhh oi! 2nd in class! Haha. Bangge sioool. 21/25 lah okay! Haha. Kendrick was first in class. He got 24/25. Shit maaaan! Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah! My birthday was great! I had aloooot of fun. Thanks to my dearest family and friends for making this birthday a BLAST! Thanks! Well, I receieved alot of gifts from Mommy and Daddy especially. Huahua. I rebond my hair. And, cut it short. Haha. And, I'm loving it! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy gave me cash for shopping spree! And, finally. I got everything that I want. Haha. Except for my damn heels. Need to go shopping tomorrow. And, its Saturday tomorrow! Can't wait. Will be going out with my schoolmates. ;D Yipeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I swear. I love BabyLove damn fucking lots! Miss you, baby! Can't can't can't wait to meet youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Muaaaaaaaaaaaaaackzzzz! Elly&lt;3BabyLove! Weeeeee! Love love love love loveeeee youu, babyyyy! ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whoever who got my phone number, sorry if I didnt reply your SMS, due to LAZY-NESS. I'm too tired to reply all of your sms-es. Sorry, yeahhh! I'l just entertain to important sms. And, I'm trying to save my prepaid credit! Hah. Okay, takecare! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : BabyLove, I love you. And, I'm glad to be with you. I miss &amp; love you, baby. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-6800290870247218607?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/6800290870247218607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=6800290870247218607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6800290870247218607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6800290870247218607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/02/okay-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R8fTeGehubI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wZ13YM9f1T8/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-976715753981657454</id><published>2008-02-25T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T04:06:55.657-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME IN A FEW HOURS TIME . ;D'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! I'm gonna be a year older in four hours time, maybe? Wait. Its almost 8pm now. So, yeahhh. In four hours time! So, people. Please don't forget to wish me at midnight tonight. And, of course. Sing me a birthday song too, aye. Okay, I know. I'm being pathetic. But, who cares? Haha. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay for today. I cheated in my Hist test. Yes, I cheat. I hate History. How am I gonna pass my test if I don't cheat? Haha. I just hate History. And, I can NEVER EVER love or like history or even STUDY history! Haha. And, hopefully, I'll pass my History test. Huhu. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm lazy to update about school because I'm damn fucking tired and lazy. So, lets skip about school. After school, went to meet my dearest kindest Aunt. Haha. She's sooo kind. She brought me two tops. Nice lah okay. Hah! Thanks Aunt! Talked to her about my ex and blahblahblah. Makan and all. And, I'm home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, things are back to normal between me and Ereen. She's my only bestie, and I really can't bare to lose my one and only bestie. Well, Ereen's ex, Kiki have been making fake stories about me. I mean, yeahh. Last Sat, I bumped into you, and I DID NOT meet you. Its two different thing. Please lah eh. Stop twisting your merepek story lah sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so blahblahblah. Now, BabyPooh and BabyKetot is out buying presents for BabyWifey. Haha. Okay, tu part, aku bohong. Haha. I don't know lahhh. But, tomorrow, I'm meeting dearest BabyPooh &amp; BabyKetot. Cute kan, dorang due. Da mcam kembar bodek. Cume satu tinggi and pendek. Haha. Okay, aku siak. Hah! :) Weeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy is gonna bring me shopping AGAIN, for my birthday! Yay-ness! Gonna rebond my hair tomorrow after school. And, cut it short. Shoulder length, perhaps. Oh, I can't waaait! Goodbye, long hair. Haha. Padehal, blom ptong sak. Aku nie da over-reacting sial. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, I'm bored. Goodnight, readers! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-976715753981657454?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/976715753981657454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=976715753981657454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/976715753981657454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/976715753981657454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/02/yay-im-gonna-be-year-older-in-four.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-4080184871906363169</id><published>2008-02-24T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T04:19:35.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday celebration!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday birthday celebration was a &lt;strong&gt;BLAST!&lt;/strong&gt; Last night was full of SURPRISES! I love last night. Can I have last night to come again, please? Well, met Adam at 615pm when we actually promised to meet up at 5pm. Haha. So, yeah. Met him at Town. Window shopping and blahblahblah. His phone keeps on ringing and it pisses me off sooo much! I was so damn fucking mad at him. Hmpff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at around 8pm. Took bus and proceed to Esplanade. Yipeee! Called Elly and asked her where she is, as she's gonna meet me. So, when we met, she hugged me tightly! Oh my.. I mean, she's sooo sweeeet. She ran towards me and straight away gave me a big hug. Its like, the second time I met her. And, I'm not that close with her. Only in MSN. Hah. Love you, EllyEvans! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeahh. Guess what. Someone gave me a surprise yummy chocolate birthday cake! Thanks, Adam. Thanks for the surprise. Blew the candles together with Elly. And, cut the cake. And, makaaaaan! Yum yum! And, blahblahblah. I had alot of fun with Adam and his Pandan friends! Yay yay! :D Happy giler lah sial. Haha. Okie, stop about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, two days left! Byebye. Till here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Pictures will be uploaded soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-4080184871906363169?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/4080184871906363169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=4080184871906363169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/4080184871906363169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/4080184871906363169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/02/birthday-celebration.html' title='birthday celebration!'/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-5803223526724731479</id><published>2008-02-16T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T19:31:23.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R7enwdk5RAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sjJX0qzAVY0/s1600-h/EllyKetotSan+Edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R7enwdk5RAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sjJX0qzAVY0/s320/EllyKetotSan+Edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167783548445869058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chak Chak ! Nk Kiss Elly Tk ? Wakaka .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R7enwtk5RBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/owqU5-5qH18/s1600-h/Ketot+edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R7enwtk5RBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/owqU5-5qH18/s320/Ketot+edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167783552740836370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie . Muke Elly Stop It . Elly Tau ! Huahua ! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun last night. Seriously. Went out with my family to Chingay! It was fun, baybehhhh! The parade was so shiok lah sial. But, too bad. I'm too short, that I have to stand up throughout the whole parade just to make sure that I'm able to see. So, while I'm standing, my handsome daddy doesnt know how to take pictures. And, I told him that I wanna help him by taking pictures. See.. I'm so nice and friendly. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parade ended, went to meet Adam with my family. My family was busy buying food and blahblahblah. And, I saw this huge balloons! I want one! I want one! I want one! Heh. So, I pulled Adam and asked him to buy one for me. Yay! He brought a big nemo balloon for me. Thank youu! I know, I'm being childish. So what? Its none of your business. Haha. Adam tied the balloon on my wrist and, whenever I go, it will hit people or people's face. And, I will be the one who end up laughing and Adam will end up apologising. Haha! Gerek tauu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm soooo happy! Adam looking hot wearing the clothes that I brought for him on Valentine! Haha. I don't know what else should I update about. Oh, yes. I'm sooooo excited for my birthday! Esp, next Saturday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've nothing to update about. Will stop here. Goodbye, readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-5803223526724731479?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/5803223526724731479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=5803223526724731479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/5803223526724731479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/5803223526724731479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/02/chak-chak-nk-kiss-elly-tk-wakaka.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R7enwdk5RAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sjJX0qzAVY0/s72-c/EllyKetotSan+Edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-1289171453528942253</id><published>2008-02-15T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T05:41:07.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>P/S : This might be a long post. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R7WWH9k5Q_I/AAAAAAAAADw/P8SA3VvJ_Ko/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R7WWH9k5Q_I/AAAAAAAAADw/P8SA3VvJ_Ko/s320/DSC00100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167201211010073586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R7WV0Nk5Q6I/AAAAAAAAADI/sGH6JOPG5j4/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R7WV0Nk5Q6I/AAAAAAAAADI/sGH6JOPG5j4/s320/DSC00079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167200871707657122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R7WV0tk5Q7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/WIUIG3yPo4M/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R7WV0tk5Q7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/WIUIG3yPo4M/s320/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167200880297591730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R7WV1Nk5Q8I/AAAAAAAAADY/qSrWAVy7A3I/s1600-h/DSC00092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R7WV1Nk5Q8I/AAAAAAAAADY/qSrWAVy7A3I/s320/DSC00092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167200888887526338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R7WV1tk5Q9I/AAAAAAAAADg/C36IoTgQSBA/s1600-h/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R7WV1tk5Q9I/AAAAAAAAADg/C36IoTgQSBA/s320/DSC00094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167200897477460946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R7WV19k5Q-I/AAAAAAAAADo/invqw_WT4KA/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R7WV19k5Q-I/AAAAAAAAADo/invqw_WT4KA/s320/DSC00095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167200901772428258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah! I had fun on Valentine's Day. Well, it turned out great actually. Eventhough, there's a sad part in the beginning. And, I cried! But, overall, I must say, it was the happiest and fun one I ever had. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting ready. While waiting for my valentine to meet me. But, in the end. He was late. And, everything was messed up. When I was getting ready, Amin called me. He asked me out wants me to be his valentine. He didn't know that I'm gonna go out with Adam. So, I make an excuse and told him I'm busy. Huahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, he still insisted on meeting me up. So, I met him at Tamp Mall. And, I swear, I don't like his new hairstyle. Half black and gold. What the hell. To him, its sachok and blahblahblah. But, for me. Hell no. I hate guys dying their hairs like that. Style? Ewww! In my dreams. I don't call it styling at all. I think, its a disgrace to his own image. Sorry, Amin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told Amin about his bad hairstyle. He got so worked up. Well, I'm just giving you some comments. Trust me, you look horrible. Oh my.. I couldn't belive that I said that to him. But, nevermind, I really did say that. Amin brought me a huge lollipop and a blue rose for valentine. Thank you! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was chilling with Amin, jeng jeng jeng! I saw Rohit. Its been a looooooong time since I last met him. And, finally. Met him! He brought me a huge lollipop too. Heh, thank you! So, overall. In a day, I had 3 valentines. Cool huh. So, talked to Amin while waiting for Adam to arrived. And, I got so mad, because Adam was late and he's delaying the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when Adam arrived, I didn't talked to him at all. Because, I was so mad. But, its all over now. So, went to the movies and watched Jumper. The movie was okay. Not bad. So, after the movies, went to Starbucks and chill. So, suddenly. I asked Adam for my gifts! Haha. I warned him that he must buy me a present, or else he'll regret. And, luckily, he brought something for me. Or else, he'll regret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam brought me a wallet! Heh. Its the first time, a guy brought me a wallet. So damn happy lah sey. He also brought me, a picture of myself, but its a puzzle. And, a big one at that! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Adam Sayaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang ! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, went to Simpang Bedok to makan. Because, I was craving for Mee Hongkong. Haha. So, we ate together and blahblahblah. I can't stop laughing. I was soooo happy. Seriously. I was so damn happy. When I reached home, I showed Mommy my gifts. Heh. So, proceed to my room and took that TopMan plastic! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I didn't brought for him anything. I tried to make him sad, but my plan failed. But, its okay. Brought him something from Topman which he wanted so much. And, keep on bugging me to buy it! There you go, Adam! :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything. I really enjoy yesterday outing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, stop about Valentine's Day. Now, lets proceed about something that is happening in my life now. Well, I cried again. Because of him. I found out that he's attached! And, I felt as if, I was stabbed in the heart. He was like, fooling around with my feelings and all. I don't know why must he do this to me. After all I have done for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do forgive him. But, whenever I wanna forgive him, I'm afraid I might regret. This isn't the first time. It has happened alot of times before. And, I'm still trying to bear with the pain as well as his sucky fucky damny attitude. Seriously. He'll never change! And, I mean, NEVER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whats wrong with him. But, go to hell lah. I don't care anyway. Okay, I'm lazy to update about him. I'm boreeeeeeeeeeed! Well, I supposed to go to Batam tomorrow. But, it was cancelled. And, postponed to next week. But, for next week, I'm not going. Because, Adam &amp; his friends gonna meet me to celebrate my birthday! Yipeeee! I can't wait lah sey! I wanna make sure that it will be a happy one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit. I've ran out of make up. Haha. So, Adam Sayang! My birthday, can bring me shopping for make up, pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Haha. And, you'll pay for everything okay, sayang? ;D &lt;br /&gt;Sayang dia! Haha. Bastard seyyy. Okay, I'll stop here. Take care, readers!&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Deep inside, no one will replace you. Eventhough you're not with me, you'll still be my Valentine and my only one. I love you, and yes I do, baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-1289171453528942253?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/1289171453528942253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=1289171453528942253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/1289171453528942253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/1289171453528942253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/02/ps-this-might-be-long-post.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R7WWH9k5Q_I/AAAAAAAAADw/P8SA3VvJ_Ko/s72-c/DSC00100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-1963360675880898631</id><published>2008-02-09T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T09:21:40.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, Daddy gave me and Sis some cash to do abit of shopping. Hell yeah, I only brought shoes! Huahua. I don't like any of the clothes. It didnt suit me at all. So, I brought two pairs of shoes. Heels and flipflops! Yipeee! Next shopping spree, will be on my birthday. Daddy is gonna bring me shopping on my birthday. I can't wait! Two more weeeeeeeks! Weeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. Went out with Sis, her friend and Amin. Went to Town and Bugis. Had alot of fun. Although, in the afternoon, there's some conflicts between me and BabyPooh, and it spoilt my mood. But, thanked God. Due to shopping, I've forget about everything. Everything is settled now. I've finaly decided to meet Amin, because I wanna settle things in a nice way. No use shouting and quarrelling on the phone. Cause, I find it useless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more problems for me, now! Yipee! Happy life, back to normal. Met Shuk &amp; Katak at Far East in the evening. Well, things between me and Shuk didn't turned out well. Yeah, partly was my fault. But, please. He's showing me fucking attitude which I can't stand. If he's mad at me, tell me straight in the face. But, instead he let go his anger by kicking the fucking fences and keep on complaining to his friend, when I was exactly right in front of him. Thanks ek, Shuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, go to hell with him. I can't be bothered. Seriously. He've changed. I don't know. He's not the old loving Shuk that I used to know. He used to be so sweet and caring towards me. But, now. He's a changed person. He's like a stranger I've never met before. Shuk, can you please be like before? I miss the old you. I hate the new you. I miss going to school with you. I miss meeting you at 650am at Redhill MRT. I miss meeting you during my recess time. I miss meeting you after school. I miss hitting you. I miss joking with you. I miss the old you, Shuk. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 1130pm. I'm dead beat. Seriously. My legs are aching right now, due to walking non-stop. My fault though. I was the one who wanted to walk so much. And now, I'm complaining. I'm bored and tired right now. I got nothing to do. BabyPooh is busy working. He's always working! Damn him. I'm gonna make him quit his job soon. Nah, just kidding. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to BabyPooh on the phone earlier. I hope, I pray and I wish, my birthday this year will be a BLAST and a HAPPY one! And, only BabyPooh can make it come true. I don't care! BabyPooh is gonna bring me shopping and pay for everything! Wakaka. Cruel me. Hahaks. If anything wrong happens on my birthday, BabyPooh is gonna regret for life. Trust me. I love you, BabyPooh. Make me happy, baby. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, I got nothing to update now. I can't wait for my very big day! Weee! Goodnight, readers. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-1963360675880898631?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/1963360675880898631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=1963360675880898631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/1963360675880898631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/1963360675880898631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally-daddy-gave-me-and-sis-some-cash.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-4224657597717348976</id><published>2008-02-06T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:11:43.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spammers, go and get a life, okie. No use spamming on my precious tagboard. You're plain jealous, and thats why you spam. Haha. Go ahead. I don't mind. It wont bring you good luck though, even if you spam. Huahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yesterday, I went out. With Taufiq. Had alot of fun, eventhough it was just the two of us. Frankly speaking, he's &lt;em&gt;IRRITATING&lt;/em&gt;! And, I'm serious. He loves slapping me, for no reason. Idiot bastard. Sorry Taufiq, for those scars! Haha. See, whoever slaps me, will regret. Haha! Went to town with him. Went to the movies and watched Ah Long Pte Ltd. Haha. It was funny, I tell you. I keep on laughing! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, Valentine's Day is coming! Woohoo! I want roses, chocolates, candies, soft toys and a big shopping spree, can? Huahua! So, who's gonna be my kind valentine and get me all this stuffs? Haha. I know, NO ONE! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, after Valentine's Day, its gonna be my birthday! Yipee! Anyone wanna ask me out on my birthday? Haha. Currently, there's alot of thing in mind on what I wanna do on my birthday. Seriously. And, I hope. This year birthday is not gonna be like last year. Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;List of what I want for my birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be the most happiest girl on my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;A big chocolate or black forest cake.&lt;br /&gt;A big shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of candies and chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;Surprises!&lt;br /&gt;Presents.&lt;br /&gt;A handphone bill and someone must pay for it monthly. *laughing*&lt;br /&gt;Rebond my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Cash.&lt;br /&gt;Own laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Party all day on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Play pool and I need someone to teach me! Huahua.&lt;br /&gt;New make-up set.[ MAC ]&lt;br /&gt;A nice dinner.&lt;br /&gt;No crying on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Everlast shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, lastly, I want Aizat Ariffin to be the first person to wish me happy birthday and I want him to be out on my birthday. :( &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone pretty please get them for me? Hehe. Okie, I gotta go now.&lt;br /&gt;Take care, readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-4224657597717348976?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/4224657597717348976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=4224657597717348976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/4224657597717348976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/4224657597717348976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/02/spammers-go-and-get-life-okie.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-2750026748466889909</id><published>2008-02-05T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T04:51:00.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fcuked up life.</title><content type='html'>Yes! I'm afraid of you. So, please stop disturbing and bugging me. Thanks to you, I'm in this situation. I will never meet you again. The presence of you, makes me wanna puke. Blame yourself for everything. It wasn't my fault at all. If this didn't happened in the first place, I think you shouldn't have suffered this much. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love lying to me, huh? Lie for all I care. Go ahead and lie. I gave you a chance. To prove to me that you were sincere in wanting me back. But, I was wrong. I thought, eventhough we're drifting apart and not as before, we could still be friends. But, you ruined everything. And, I mean, &lt;em&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dissapointed in you. And, yet. I'm trying to be strong and bear all this pain that you've given to me. I gave you advices and all, but it fell on deaf ears. You never wanted to listen to me. Till the day I was out from your life, then you realised, you have to change. Why must you do it the hard way? You did have a choice. But, you chose the hard one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter anything to me, anymore. Because, I'm used to it. Seriously, I'm used to it. I've felt this way many times whenever I'm with you. You never wanna keep your promises. So, I find this, very normal for me. You said, I didn't spare a thought for your feelings? If thats the case, I can't say anything. I just hope, you'll open your damn fucking big round eyes, and realised who was the one who didn't spare a thought for who's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its okay. I've always forgive you. I don't know why I'm so stupid to blog about someone like you. You're just wasting my time. I hope, you'll be happy. And, all the best in life. Like I said, I can be your best friend or your worst enemy. You can choose it. Its up to you. And, my friend, racking up the past, wont bring any good. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! I'm able to let off my inner feelings. And, who knows, he might read my post, one fine day. Today, wasnt a fun day a school. I fought with Ashereen twice. And, I don't know why. But, its okay. I don't care. Don't give a damn, either. I failed my Science test. Fuck. I don't know why the sudden fail. Arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Chinese New Year Eve. And, I wanna wish all my chinese friends a Happy Lunar New Year! Huahua. Okay, I got nothing else to type. Till here. Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-2750026748466889909?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/2750026748466889909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=2750026748466889909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2750026748466889909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2750026748466889909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/02/fcuked-up-life.html' title='fcuked up life.'/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-3831409378000163528</id><published>2008-02-02T20:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T21:20:03.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, changed my blogskin. Yes, its pink! And, I hate pink. I've never loved the colour pink before. Seriously. But, I chose this skin, because I find it very &lt;em&gt;meaningful&lt;/em&gt;. Huahua. So, yeahh. Been chatting with my Elly at MSN earlier. Gonna meet her next week. Yipee! Can't wait for that day to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I received the most shocking call ever. It was from Amin. Yes, Amin. He finally called me. But, end up, arguing. So, we might as well don't talk or look for each other anymore. I'm not used to him anymore, seriously. Thanks to him, I'm in this situation. But, nevermind. I don't care. He still have the cheek to asked me if I still loved him. Huahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that he still loved me. Plus, he wants us to be back per normal as before. He thinks, its easy for me to grant his every wish. Fuck him. Its difficult. I don't even dare to meet or even look at his face, and yet, he expect me to accept him back in my life. No way! I told him, I don't even wanna know if he still loves me or not, cause I don't even bother to know. He kept on saying he's ashamed of himself and keeps on apologising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Amin, apologising to me wont heal the pain that you've given to me. I think, its true, about what you said about us. We can never be together. Because, there's always pain and sorrows between us. And, also, we always argued. Plus, there is never any sweet or happy memories between us. So, whats the use? You said that to me, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Saturday, and I didn't even went out with friends. Supposed to meet Boy yesterday. But, I don't know what happened to our plan that he didn't even text me the whole day about our outing. So yeah. I didn't even bothered to text him either. Truthfully, I was mad at him. I need my ring back, and thats why I need to meet him. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, suddenly, I received one missed call from Boy at around 7plus when I was getting ready. Thanks for the late missed call, okay! Fought with him as our plan didn't turned out as how we wanted it to be. Then, he said, we'll meet some other day. Fuck lahhh. Arghhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I went out with my family. Went to Marine Parade to makan. Firdaus called me, and wanted to meet me. So, met him after makan. Introduced him to sisters. Chill with him. Then, proceed to East Coast Park. Thought of renting a bike, but it was closed. Haha. Pathetic ehh. I can't even ride a bike, and yet still have the thought of renting a bike. Huahua! So, asked Mommy for money and went to the arcade. I brought 50tokens! Haha. Gerek lahh seyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this guy. At the arcade, he danced the ParaPara dance thingy. Haha. Semangat lahh oii. Kiwakk. Sempat shuffle and joget sume. Semangat giler sakk. My sisters took a video of him dancing. Huahua! Kekek habes dok! Will upload the video soon, aye! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeahh. Reached home at 12.45am. Guess what. There's a HUGE spider in front of my gate. Its web was so damn fucking webby. Haha. The spider was damn HUGE. My sisters was like mad kids, shouting in the middle of the night. And, my maid, came to the rescue! Now, the spider is dead. Haha. Byebye spider! Huahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm bored. Zaim is chatting with me now. Haha. He's asking me out for a ride, baybehhh! Yipee. Haha. My birthday is coming soon. I have ALOT of plans. Adam is asking me out, with all his friends to celebrate my birthday together. I'll be going, if he's CONFIRM that all his friends will be free. Then, my friends are planning to have a pit or whatever shit for my birthday. A celebration with my family. Lastly, a birthday party for me and Boy! Wee! Can't wait for the very big day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day is coming. Haha. But, I got no cash to buy something for someone. Huahua. So, gotta find some cash as soon as possible. Huhu. I've not yet reply my BabyLove's letter. I just dont have the mood to reply his letter. Maybe, by tomorrow or Tuesday, I'll reply to him. I miss him alot. If only, he's here, with me. IjadShuffler, EllyKetot Miss Youu ! ! :( Come back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, I'll stop here. I got nothing else to update about. And, yes. As you can see, there's no more tagboard in my blog. Due to some fucking spammers. Who loves to spam on my cute little blog. Fuck you, spammers! Go get a life okie. My life doesn't concerns you. Dont spam as if, I owed you a living. So yeahh. Anything, just beep me or chat with me on MSN aye! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Valentine's Day &amp; My Big Day Is Coming . . If Only , You Were Here . I Miss You . &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-3831409378000163528?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/3831409378000163528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=3831409378000163528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3831409378000163528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3831409378000163528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally-changed-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-6570200938159096573</id><published>2008-02-01T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:39:50.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've always been wanting to update my blog. But, after typing halfway, I'll cancel the window and end up not updating. Huahua. So, this time, I'm gonna make sure that I'm not gonna cancel the window. So, yeahh. Sorry for not updating for the past few weeks. Been busy with stuffs and all. Many things happened for the past few weeks. And, I'm not gonna say it all here. I've been getting more and more lazier. Haha. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from my camp yesterday. Adam fetch me from school. Yeah, I did have fun. But, we got too much scoldings from the instructors. But, overall, the camp was fun. Especially the Nature Rumble! It was fun, baybehh! Playing with mud, in the jungle. And, go in the muddy water. Fun. My shoe was WHITE and turned into BLACK. Haha. And, I smell so muddy-yy. Huahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired, that I didn't even wanna go out. Really. You can never imagine how tired I was. So, yeahhh. Reached home, and the first thing I did was to check on my mailbox. And, guess what. I received BabyLove's reply. Hehe. I miss him alot. I trying to be strong, just for his sake. Now, everyone is looking after me. Thanks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for BabyLove. Trust me. I miss him alot. Well, there's no more Amin in my life. After that FUCKING PATHETIC incident happen. And now, everyday I need someone to accompany me to sleep and as well, talk to me on the phone till I dozed off. I don't even dare to meet him, now. Everytime I looked at him, the incident will flashback into my mind. I don't know why. Thanks Amin, for making me in end in this way. I've always forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm back contacting with Boy. Or, should I say, I've always contacted him, just that we're not so close. Now, we're getting closer. Yeah. Been going out with him and all. Now, my ring is with him. And, I need it back. Its Saturday today, maybe I'm gonna meet him. And, take my ring back. So yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here, I'm bored !&lt;br /&gt;Bybyeeee !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-6570200938159096573?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/6570200938159096573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=6570200938159096573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6570200938159096573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6570200938159096573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you say about love&lt;br /&gt;I keep coming back for more&lt;br /&gt;Keep my hand in the fire&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later, I'll get what I'm asking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you say about life&lt;br /&gt;I learn every time I bleed&lt;br /&gt;That truth is a stranger&lt;br /&gt;Soul is in danger, I gotta let my spirit be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To admit that I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;And then change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but I have to move on&lt;br /&gt;And leave you behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I can't waste time so give it a moment&lt;br /&gt;I realize, nothing's broken&lt;br /&gt;No need to worry 'bout everything I've done&lt;br /&gt;Live every second like it was my last one&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back at a new direction&lt;br /&gt;I loved you once, needed protection&lt;br /&gt;You're still a part of everything I do&lt;br /&gt;You're on my heart just like a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just like a tattoo, I'll always have you&lt;br /&gt;I'll always have you, I'll always have you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of playing all of these games&lt;br /&gt;It's not about taking sides&lt;br /&gt;When I looked in the mirror, didn't deliver&lt;br /&gt;It hurt enough to think that I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop, admit that I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;And then change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but I gotta be strong&lt;br /&gt;And leave you behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just like a tattoo, I'll always have you&lt;br /&gt;I'll always have you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;If I live every moment&lt;br /&gt;Won't change any moment&lt;br /&gt;Still a part of me and you&lt;br /&gt;I will never regret you&lt;br /&gt;Still the memory of you&lt;br /&gt;Marks everything i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;I'll always have you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-7352633099763603758?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/7352633099763603758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=7352633099763603758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/7352633099763603758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/7352633099763603758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-matter-what-you-say-about-love-i.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-6482697653951312690</id><published>2008-01-16T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T05:02:46.081-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='he&apos;s back.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored. So yeahh. Decided to update this stupid blog of mine, which I think, no one ever reads it. Except for me. Huahua. Okay, lame. Now, I'm bored to death. Mommy and Daddy went to East Coast. Makan-ing there. But, I didn't tag along, cause I was damn lazy. So, what? I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nowadays. School SUCKS. Trust me. I rather be at home and slack all day long than being in school with stupid teachers. I hate them so much, seriously. But, today, school was GREAT! That idiot Doggy Brenzen gave me a new nickname. And guess what? He called me Porky. Hell yeah, you read it right. Its P-O-R-K-Y. PORKY! Damn you, Doggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He calls me Porky and I call him Doggy. And, he's so mean. He gave Jonathan a nickname too. And, Jonathan's was the worst. He was named, Black Roasted Pig with extra gravy! Haha. Damn that Brenzen. But, he's fun. He make me smile the whole day in school. He keeps on shouting, " Porky, Porky! !!" Stupid, Doggy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, no worries. I'm used to it already. Haha. So yeahhh. I had alot of fun in school earlier. Keep on laughing till I receieved naggings and scoldings from teachers. Urghhh. Brenzen, Jonathan and myself talked about condoms, earlier. Haha! Yeahhh. We're pathetic. Really. Brenzen was the one who started it. We keep on laughing. Trust me, it was hilarious! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to canteen and wait for Shukor. As he wanna meet me for awhile. So, yeahhh. Met him and he told me to accompany him till 430pm. Fuck. Thats way too late. He got detention to attend to. Due to not attending assembly on Monday! Haha. Serves you right! Huahua. Talked to Shukor abit, then proceed to Tiong Bahru with Tessly for makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who I met when I was at the bus stop? I met my dearest Tanglin Halt friends. I miss them, TRUCKLOADS! Its been awhile since I last talked or met them. Finally, Mazlan is in NS, now. Happy for you. And, hope you last long with Ratna, yeahh. And, Andy, finally, cut your hair huh? HAHA. Handsome ehhh! Huahua! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeahhh. I almost forgot. I've received Ijad's letter! Yeah, his letter. From boys home. I was so damn fucking happy. And, yes. I'm stil his. I miss him truckloads, baybehhhh! Come and meet me soon. Weee! Cant wait to meet you, love. &lt;33333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now, I left with no one. Yes, no one. No more Adam and Amin. They have left. And, yes. L-E-F-T. Its a LOOOOOOOOOOOONG story. And, I dont think I wanna type it all here. Cause, I'm plain lazy. Huahua. So yeahh. Its a long story actually. For Amin's case, he initiate it. And, for Adam's, I did. But, soon. I'm gonna &lt;em&gt;pancing&lt;/em&gt; him backk. Haha. Okay, I'm being pathetic and lame, I know. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a bitch. Who loves my photos, ALOOOT! And, I mean, ALOOOOT! Thanks for creating a new friendster account for me, bitch. But, I don't need your help to make one. But, thanks alot. We'll see whats gonna happen next. I know, I'm way too HOT and BETTER than you, but, pleaseeee. Accept the fact. Damn you, bitch. Get a life, bitch. You can never be me. Fuck out, Nur Azurah Binte Abdullah. Northland Sec. Lives at Woodlands opp Vista Point. Fuck you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, readers. Beware of fake account. And, bitch. You're just jealous cause I'm way hotter and better than you. Look yourself in the mirror! No one will ever believe that I did that account. You suck, bitch! Haha. Minah kental nak mampos. Nak buat account, tapi, sorry lahh ehh. Ako dah tau pon. Haha. Bodoh nye anak puki sundal haram. Mak kau pukie lobang square!&lt;br /&gt;http://profiles.friendster.com/59045300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, I shall end here. Goodbyeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Aizat Ariffin, you're mine, baybehhhhh! &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-6482697653951312690?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/6482697653951312690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=6482697653951312690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6482697653951312690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6482697653951312690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-3773304939743412127</id><published>2008-01-12T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T20:19:24.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R4mRKS-wHqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6B7XjQkkbtg/s1600-h/DSC00029+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R4mRKS-wHqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6B7XjQkkbtg/s320/DSC00029+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154810854582001314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R4mRMy-wHrI/AAAAAAAAACY/XGmSwQyGGiM/s1600-h/DSC00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R4mRMy-wHrI/AAAAAAAAACY/XGmSwQyGGiM/s320/DSC00042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154810897531674290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R4mROy-wHsI/AAAAAAAAACg/TJ20biNrKfo/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R4mROy-wHsI/AAAAAAAAACg/TJ20biNrKfo/s320/DSC00043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154810931891412674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, was so the kecoh, babyyyy! Was supposed to meet Ally and go drinking with her, but in the end, the plan was cancelled. Cause, she's going out with her Mommy. So, yeahh. It's boring slacking at home. So, I called Shereen and asked her to meet me. She told me to get ready and give her a call when I'm going out. Called Baby, and told him I'm meeting Shereen(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, went out around 745pm. Reached Esplanade, and was walking alone. And, bumped into a group of guys. Budak2 esplanade lahhh oii. Haha. They nagged at me. Damn them. Fcuker. Jz because, I seldoms chill at esplanade nowadays, I got a big nagging session from them. Stupid assholes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Shereen, she introduced to me to all her friends. Oh myyy.. And, she introduced to me a guy who's body is full of tattoos. Kiwakkk! Terkencet skejap siol, ako. Tapi, tkpe. I jz say hello and walked away. Shereen wanna drink. So, went to 7-11 and brought Glen's Vodka! Wooo! I was with Shereen, her guy and myself. The rest was at Esplanade Gig. So, yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went drinking at Marina Square. But, everything was screwed up. Shereen's guy was drunk. And, Shereen took 10 pills of that fucking pathetic power. Monkey idiot girl. And, in the end, I had to drink up the whole bottle of liquor. Damn! So, yeahhhhhhh. I was damn fucking bored. Cause, I need Baby badly. And, a drinking partner. But, none was there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of a sudden, Shereen and her guy left me alone. Without saying goodbye. Fucking bitch. Sometimes, I hate her so much. Arghhh! She left me alone. I text Baby and told him to call me. He called me, and I asked him to meet me. But, he cant. Due to some family meetings. I was alone. I was damn fucking drunk. I couldnt take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even talked to myself. Damn. Then, suddenly, Amin text me. I called him, and asked him, who is that. Cause, I didnt save his number in my phone. I was crying badly. I need Baby soo badly, at that point of time. In the end, Amin was the one who came all the way to Marina just to make sure I'm okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I was expecting it to be Baby. But, no. I was wrong. Baby didnt turn up. :(&lt;br /&gt;I was very hurt. But, I couldnt care less. Baby keep on calling me and asking me to go home. But, I refused. I was stubborn. Brought another bottle of Glen's. And, drink it all alone and by myself. Many things run into my head. Aizat, Adam and Amin. I don't know why I'm feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aizat's letter have not arrived. I'm still waiting for his response. I miss him alot. But, there's nothing I can do. I just have to be patient and wait for him. I was fucking drunk. I fell down the stairs and injured my knee and forehead. I was trying so hard to control. But, I cant. I needed Baby at that point of time - but he didnt turn up. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finished my drink, went to the taxi stand, and I saw Amin. He came down, just for my sake. And, I thanked him for that. But, why must he come, when he was the one who wants to forget about me? I know, I'm useless. So, stop looking for me. I dont need you, when I'm drunk. I can take good care of myself. But, he wasnt there when I needed him the most. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took cab home with Amin. I couldnt even walk. I drop and fell in the middle of the road, lying down there like an idiot. Waiting for a car to pass by. So that, I might just die. And, everyone will be happy. I cried badly. I never cried like that before. I was sooo hurt. Baby didnt turn up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, its okay. No matter what, I still love my baby - AdamFaromy. ALOOOOOOOOOOOOT! I shall end here now. I'm boredddd! Takecare. Byebyeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I just need you to be by my side, always. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-3773304939743412127?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/3773304939743412127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=3773304939743412127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3773304939743412127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3773304939743412127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-night-was-so-kecoh-babyyyy-was.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R4mRKS-wHqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6B7XjQkkbtg/s72-c/DSC00029+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-5841586570769246664</id><published>2008-01-08T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T04:24:27.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a month plus, he's been away. I miss him alot &amp; cant wait for him to be release. I dont know how much longer should I wait for him. I've sent him letters and pictures of myself. But, I dont even know if he did received the pictures. His dad told me, he have replied my letter and I cant wait to read his reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed him alot. His dad and me and getting closer, eventhough, his son is not around. I miss him alot, trust me. You'll never know or understand what I'm going through right now. Everyone around me, is giving me false hope. So that, I'll be able to take the blow and not to feel sad. But, in the end. Whatever I've ever wished for, and longing for, is gonna be destroy. And, there's nothing can make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first homeleave is going to be in June. And, I dont know, how am I gonna make time flies that fast. But, please. I hope, I'll sleep and be awake when June arrives. I dont wanna live in fear and sorrows. I'm trying to be strong and patient, but, I just cant. I've no one else. Except for Adam. He's the only person, I've left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never lied to Ijad about my relationship with Adam. And, I never will. I've always told Ijad the truth. Cause, I was afraid of losing him again. Thanks, Adam. For always being there for me and finally understand what I'm going through right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's not bad, for now. Its just that, the teachers are horrible. I dont find this year's interesting. Sucks like hell. I'm having so much problems and I cant cope. Amin is giving me problems. I dont know what to do. I'm like his punching bag. He loves venting his anger on me. But, I dont mind. As long, in the end he feels much better, thats enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to advice Amin almost about everything. But, sometimes, it goes on deaf ears. Its his life, and I cant do anything. Okay, I better end here. I got no mood. Goodbye, readers. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Allah didnt give me a chance to prove my love for you. He dont wanna futfil my wish. I'll be strong and patient &amp; waiting for you return, Aizat Bin Ariffin. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-5841586570769246664?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/5841586570769246664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=5841586570769246664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/5841586570769246664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/5841586570769246664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-been-month-plus-hes-been-away.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-1399145810452112761</id><published>2008-01-05T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T06:53:36.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm worried sick about my baby. He went out with his friend. Its his friend's birthday or something. And, he's drinking. Fucking. I'm soo damn worried. I dont want anything to happen to him, especially when he's drinking. Arghh. I'm worried! And, I'm afraid of him asking girls for numbers and him talking to girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm jealous. So what? I love him, okay? Baby, I'm worried. Please, go home soon. Please dont ask any girls for number. I dont want that to happen. I love you alot, baby. I didnt want baby to go, actually. But, its his friend's birthday and futhermore, I dont have the right to stop him. He's not my guy or anything. So yeahhh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope baby is having fun and behaving himself there. Its Saturday tonight, but I didnt went out at all. Esplanade peeps have been calling and texting me since morning. And, keep bugging me to proceed to Esplanade &amp; Cheekys tonight. Yeahh. Cheekys. They are closing down soon. Wanna change the location. So, tonight, is the last one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm plain lazy to get up and shower and get ready and all. So, yeahh. Futhermore, its raining. So, I prefer to stay home and sleep like a princess. Huahua. So yeahhhhhhhh. I stayed home. Met Amin earlier. To take my cigs. Thanks Amin. And, yeahh. We almost had a tiff. To avoid it, I went back inside and told him to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, now. I'm bored. Waiting for baby to text me. I dont wanna disturb. Cause, I dont want him to feel that I'm not giving him any freedom. Love you alot, baby. And, by the way, to those who have my number, please take note that I've changed my number. PM me and ask me it in MSN lah okay. Alright, gotta go now. Takecare, readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Sumpah, ako rindu Aizat Ariffin. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-1399145810452112761?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/1399145810452112761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=1399145810452112761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/1399145810452112761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/1399145810452112761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-worried-sick-about-my-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-4587381503063856233</id><published>2008-01-03T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:57:47.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School sucks, okay. I hate school. School sucks. But, still. I need education. Arghh, fuckk. It was the second day of school earlier. It was okay. And, I already have homeworks to be done! Damn shit, betool. I hate homeworks. None of my subject teachers were friendly. All of them were so mean. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, guess what. On my first day of school, which was yesterday, I received flowers. Two roses from my dearest baby sayang Adam. It was a surprise from him. Thanks, baby. And, thanks for carrying my heavy school books too! Huahua. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having misunderstanding with dearest, recently. I hope, things get back to normal soon. I got nothing to blog about. School is boring, like toooot. And, now, there's no one can accompany back home. Usually, there's Tessly, but, now, no longer. She moved to Jurong. Argh, shit. Pity me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I guess, I shall end here. And, start doing my fucking homework. And, that is Maths and D&amp;T. Fucking hell. I need to hand up tomorrow. Arghh. I'm plain lazy. Can someone please do it for me? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, goodbye readers. Takecareeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-4587381503063856233?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/4587381503063856233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=4587381503063856233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/4587381503063856233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/4587381503063856233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/01/school-sucks-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-3111531248413246731</id><published>2008-01-01T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T05:03:47.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodbye to highlighted hair, and welcome back black ugly hair. Damn. School's gonna reopen tomorrow. And, I'm soo not ready for school. Mommy has been trying to call school and keeps on asking for a transfer. So, maybe, I wont be in Queenstown. Will be transfering to Loyang Sec. Arghh. Damn. I wanna Queenstown, cause, there's sooo many memories there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even if there's no vacancy in Loyang Sec, I'll be in Queenstown for a week or two, then, off to Loyang Sec. I hope, Loyang Sec wont have any vacancies for Sec Twos. Pleaseeee! I've not brought any school books yet. Haha. Not even my school bag. I only went shopping for shoes and stationaries. Thats all. And, not even my uniform has been brought. So yeahh. I'm really not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been quite a while since I last blogged my fucking blog. Mommy and Daddy been busy deleting virus from laptop and as well as they have been playing online games all night long. Grr..! And, that is the reason why I seldom online and blog. Sorryyyyy. Btw, before I go futher, I would like to wish all of you a HAPPY NEW YEAR. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, was sooo the kecoh, I tell you. Countdown at Clarke Quay. With Adam and the rest of my family. It was fun, I tell you. Its worth it to countdown at Clarke Quay than going all the way to Esplanade with all the police and crowds plus the road blocks and all. So, next year, head to Clarke Quayy! Huahua. Fun lahh oii. Snapped pictures with Adam and sisters. Will upload, once pictures are in lappy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to meet Amin. But, in the end. It was cancelled. The network was soo busy. I couldnt even get through to call Amin. I felt like crying. He promised to meet me. I miss him alot. And, I was looking forward to meet him, but in the end, my plan was all ruined. Amin called me, and, he said wanna meet me for awhile. And, yeahhh. Met him at 530am. And, guess what? He gave me a rose. Heh. I almost cried. I was soooo happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, he's the first guy I've received flowers from. Except from Mommy's ex boyfriend. (: Thanks dearest Amin for the rose. I love it soo much. And, now, can someone pretty please buy me 200 roses? Haha. Melampau sak ako. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want 200 roses tomorrow. At 2pm, Redhill MRT station. Can someone grant my wish? Huahua. Okay, I got nothing blog about. Actually, there's many. But, I'm just plain lazy to type. I'm soo tired. Been having misunderstandings with Adam, so yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Ally Wonders, I miss you aloot lah giler! (:&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to sway 2007! &amp; Welcome new happy 2008! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-3111531248413246731?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/3111531248413246731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=3111531248413246731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3111531248413246731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3111531248413246731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2008/01/goodbye-to-highlighted-hair-and-welcome.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-2016728481577843299</id><published>2007-12-22T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T14:26:18.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 621am right now. And, I'm still awake. I cant sleep. Grr.. Thanks to Adam. For leaving me alone in Singapore. Hmphh! Hoho. I miss Adam like, aloooot lahh seyyy. Come back, quickkkk! So, it'll be easier for me to sleep every night. Heh. He's coming back on Christmas. And, that is like, 2 more days to go. &lt;em&gt;Adam ohh Adam.. Kenape engkau pergi.. Macam maner ako tak pergi, ako dah terpakse!&lt;/em&gt;. Hoho. Merepek lahh oii. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm hugging Dumbo tightly right now. And, how I wish, magic will happens. And, Dumbo will turn into Adam now. Hoho. Okay, crap. I miss Adam alooot! I'm bored and I dont know what to do. None of my friends are online. And, I'm fucking bored to death. And, I got nothing to update about. Because, I'm plain lazy and got no mood to type. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go view my friendster. And, comment my pictures ayee! New pictures uploaded. Okay, go. I shall stop here. Takecare, byebyee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxx,&lt;br /&gt;EllyKetot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-2016728481577843299?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/2016728481577843299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=2016728481577843299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2016728481577843299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2016728481577843299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-621am-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-473597268513930618</id><published>2007-12-22T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T01:44:18.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm missing my BabyPooh! Come back, quick. Its not even a day pass, and, I'm missing him badly. I cant sleep. Whenever I try to close my eyes, tears will rolled down my cheeks. I dont know why I'm feeling this way. Cmon' Elly.. He's gonna be away for a few days. He's having fun. I miss him! !! Arghh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Saturday today, and I slept at 1130am. And, yes. AM! I cant sleep, thinking about BabyPooh. Kecyk wanna meet me and hang out today. But, seems like, its gonna be cancel. Its 5.39pm now. I just woke up, and I'm alone at home. Mommy, Daddy and sisters went to the convert place. At Geylang. Heh. Maid, went to Msia to meet her aunties. And, I got no cash. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. I thought of meeting Ally, but, she's not online. Maybe, she's out. With friends. Nevermind then. Now, Rizal is asking me out. Huahua. &lt;em&gt;Tengok macam maner lah ehh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with family last night. Ate at Newton, then proceed to Town. Yeahh. I had soo much fun. I snapped alot of pictures. Especially, with Dumbo. For the sake of BabyPooh. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, till here readers. I'm plain lazy to update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Come back, quickkkkkk! Miss you alooot. ;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-473597268513930618?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/473597268513930618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=473597268513930618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/473597268513930618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/473597268513930618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-missing-my-babypooh-come-back-quick.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-2555334238287872564</id><published>2007-12-21T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T04:02:06.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R2urHC-wHkI/AAAAAAAAABg/KqQNBSs9rZM/s1600-h/DSC02664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R2urHC-wHkI/AAAAAAAAABg/KqQNBSs9rZM/s320/DSC02664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146395136748428866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R2urHS-wHlI/AAAAAAAAABo/8kghJoTQg3U/s1600-h/DSC02662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R2urHS-wHlI/AAAAAAAAABo/8kghJoTQg3U/s320/DSC02662.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146395141043396178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R2urHS-wHmI/AAAAAAAAABw/xMuxTsiX1d8/s1600-h/DSC02665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R2urHS-wHmI/AAAAAAAAABw/xMuxTsiX1d8/s320/DSC02665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146395141043396194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I LOVE YOU, BABYPOOH! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;anything for you, baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-2555334238287872564?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/2555334238287872564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=2555334238287872564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2555334238287872564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2555334238287872564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-you-babypooh-3-anything-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R2urHC-wHkI/AAAAAAAAABg/KqQNBSs9rZM/s72-c/DSC02664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-4967358077682920241</id><published>2007-12-20T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T15:04:06.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ll wait for you.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest BabyPooh, I love you alot. And, this song is for you, baby. - AdamFaromy. Love you alot, like noone else. I hope, you'll realised how much I loved you. I'm sorry for always breaking your heart and make you shed tears for me. I'm sorry, baby. I didnt mean to hurt you. I'm sorry for making you to wait for me for the past 5 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you for the past 5 months, was a happy one. You've shown me love, care and concern. Thanks for bearing with my sucky attitude and always be there for me whenever I need you. Especially, when I need someone to talk to and someone who I can cry with. You have always been there for me. You taught me the meaning of love. Thanks for everything, baby. I've always loved you. Thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, AdamFaromy, I love you alooooot! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wait for you. &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/YFo20FXq5r"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/YFo20FXq5r" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never felt nothing in the world like this before&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm missing you &lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm wishing that you would come back through my door (ooh)&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to go? You could have let me know&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy you could have stayed &lt;br /&gt;but you wouldnt give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;With you not around it's a little bit more than i can stand&lt;br /&gt;And all my tears they keep running down my face&lt;br /&gt;Why did you turn away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why does your pride make you run and hide?&lt;br /&gt;Are you that afraid of me? &lt;br /&gt;But I know it's a lie what you keep inside&lt;br /&gt;This is not how you wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don''t know what else i can do&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;If it takes the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm fine it just aint true&lt;br /&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;No matter what i have to do I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since you called me&lt;br /&gt;You got me feeling crazy (ooh)&lt;br /&gt;How can you walk away,&lt;br /&gt;Everything stays the same&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do it baby&lt;br /&gt;What will it take to make you come back&lt;br /&gt;Boy I told you what it is &amp; it just ain't like that (ooh oh)&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you look at me, your still in love with me&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby why can't we just start over again&lt;br /&gt;Get it back to the way it was&lt;br /&gt;If you give me a chance I can love you right&lt;br /&gt;But your telling me it wont be enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don''t know what else i can do&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;If it takes the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm fine it just aint true&lt;br /&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;No matter what i have to do I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why does your pride make you run &amp; hide&lt;br /&gt;Are you that afriad of me?&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's a lie what your keeping inside&lt;br /&gt;That is not how you wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If it's the last thing i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;If it takes the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm fine it just aint true&lt;br /&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;No matter what i have to do I'll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be Waiting..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-4967358077682920241?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/4967358077682920241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=4967358077682920241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/4967358077682920241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/4967358077682920241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/12/dearest-babypooh-i-love-you-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-3743046178312079701</id><published>2007-12-19T23:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T23:26:38.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R2oY7y-wHiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hVeJOOvGPeA/s1600-h/rmbot+siak+sak.+edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R2oY7y-wHiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hVeJOOvGPeA/s320/rmbot+siak+sak.+edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145952939800534562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R2oY8C-wHjI/AAAAAAAAABY/pnLKZuq6_Jw/s1600-h/DSC02531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R2oY8C-wHjI/AAAAAAAAABY/pnLKZuq6_Jw/s320/DSC02531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145952944095501874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is my new haircut. Mommy cut it for me. For the sake of Farah, I cut it like this. So the kecoh lah siaak! Tak lawa nak mampos. Klakar sioool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elly miss Adam lah oii. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Will update tonight, ayeee! Goodbyeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-3743046178312079701?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/3743046178312079701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=3743046178312079701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3743046178312079701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3743046178312079701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay-this-is-my-new-haircut.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R2oY7y-wHiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hVeJOOvGPeA/s72-c/rmbot+siak+sak.+edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-7074498372095231511</id><published>2007-12-19T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T05:51:21.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goshh.. I'm missing Arinah alot! And, finally, I got the chance to chat with her. I miss her alot. I used to be soo close with her, but, not anymore for now. She transferred school two years ago. Grr.. And, she even moved house. She's now living at Macpherson. I miss her alooot! Arinah, when can I meet you ehhh? Missing you alot lahh seyy! Primary school peeps, any plans for gathering? (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quraisha De' Melda, welcome to the club baybehhhh! Haha. She stayed up all night, talking and laughing with me. Damn, it was fun. We both went to bed at almost 930am. Haha. Gereeek lahh oii! Laugh like monkeys! Daddy was sleeping, we both were making alot of noise and we both got punished in the end. Anyone wanna join, tonight? Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Amin last night. From 1am till 730am. Haha. Kecohh lahhh oii. I ran out of saliva lahh siaaak! Haha. Okay, Elly. &lt;em&gt;Kau kecoh&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. Whenever I talked to him, I feel as if I'm talking to the wall, you know. He's sleeping. And, yet. He forced himself to talk to me. And, he ended up talking alone when I hang up the phone. Haha. Kecoh benar lahh oii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I swear, I miss Aizat Ariffin, ALOOOOT! No joke. I dreamt of him &amp; BoyMonster. I cried. I dont care about that fucking BoyMonster. Thanks for ruining my life, before. And, now. I can only depend on Ijad. I miss him alooot. Oh, baby. When are you coming back? I miss you like heaven, baby. Miss you aloot. Miss your voice. Miss your kisses and everything. I'll be right here, waiting for you. And, baby. If I'm going to be attached, you know. You'll never be replaced. And, no one can ever take over your place. I love you, baby. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to write letters to you. But, I dont know what should I said to you. I mean, I just miss you soooo much, babyyy! Alooot. And, I'm not joking. Come back soon, baby. And, I'll make you happy like before. ShortieHottie Love &amp; Miss IjadShuffler ALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT! Oh, boy.. No words can describe how much I'm missing you right now. And, I pray and I hope, my dream will come true. And, I'm waiting for that very special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Was supposed to go to E-Bar tonight. But, I'm grounded. And Mommy doesnt allow me to go out! Thanks to that someone. For not listening to me! Thanks aloot lah ehh. Now, I'm grounded for fucking two weeks. I cant even go out. I'm just gonna sleep and rot at home. Thanks alot lahh ehh! Haaiz. &lt;em&gt;Baru nak enjoy malam nie&lt;/em&gt;. Hoho. Iskk! But, nevermind lahh eh. Next time, perhaps. Haaiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I miss my &lt;em&gt;budak-budak esplanade&lt;/em&gt; lahh oii. Rindu sakkk! Its been a long time since I last met them and chill together. Get drunk and dance and all. I miss those days. Haiyoyoo. Now, I'm grounded lah. Bahbi sey. School's gonna reopen soon. And, I'm not ready. I have not brought my school books yet and all. I'm plain lazy. Hoho. Now, I'm fucking broke. I miss getting drunk and dance with my babieeees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me soon, babies. Elly missing you. Hoho. I'm bored lahh oii. Okay, I got nothing to update about. Shall end here, aye. Takecareeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxx,&lt;br /&gt;EllyKetot&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Ku rindu matrep shuffler-ku. Biler nie you dpat kuar sakk? I rindu you giler babi lahh seyy. Rindu sak gelek-gelek &amp; minom smp mabok nan you. Cpat lahh kuarrr! Bley kite enjoy. Hottie rindu Matrep shuffler lahhh oii. &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-7074498372095231511?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/7074498372095231511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=7074498372095231511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/7074498372095231511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/7074498372095231511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/12/goshh.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-5548214045877724952</id><published>2007-12-18T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T07:28:08.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumbo and BabyPooh is LOVED by EllyKetot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baybehh.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Finally, I've changed my skin and re-do everything. Thank God! Its very tiring, you know. Especially to look for the right and suitable skin. I find this skin very cute and simple. So yeahh. And, I loved Ally's tagboard. So yeahh. Its so irritating. Phew! Now, everything is done. And, I wont let my stupid fingers to ruin my blog again! Heh. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhh. Last night, I had a tiff with Amin. It was pathetic. And, funny. Only Adam and Ally knows what's going on. There's one funny part when I was quarrelling with Amin. I shall not exposed in this blog. Cause, everyone's gonna laugh. Heh. Now, everything is settle. I cant sleep last night. I stayed up the whole night. And, went to bed at 9am! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept like a sleeping beautyyy. Woke at up 730pm in the evening. Huhu. Horrible, eh? I know. Heh. I was bored. So, called Adam early in the morning. Hah. Talked to him. You know what? I love to hear his voice in the morning. Soo cute, I tell you. Like me! Huhu. Okay, Elly &lt;em&gt;merepek.&lt;/em&gt; (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop it ehh. I'm not jealous. Mommy brought my youngest sister a new handphone. So what? I mean, Mommy brought her my old handphone, W850i. Excuse me, I'm not evne jealous. Haha. And, her old handphone, she gave it to Farah. I heard, Farah was begging Qiqis till she cried because of that pathetic handphone. Hah! Prangai stop it siool. Haha. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qiqis is like, so the semangat, you know. She loved the movie, Alvin &amp; The Chipmunks so much, till she forced Mommy to brought the soundtrack disc. Haha. Aper dah jadi nan adik ako, smp dah giler chipmunks? Hah. Kecoh benar lahhh oii. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored to death right now. I got nothing to do. Now, Mommy wanna use the lappy. Damn. I didnt call Amin the whole day. Because, I dont know why. I dont feel like talking to anyone. Except for Adam. Heh. Adam Sayang, take good care of my BabyPooh ayee! Dumbo is safe and fine here with me. Heh. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeahhh. Mama missing BabyPooh soo much lahh seyyy! Okay lahhh. Till here. I got nothing to update about. Goodbyeeee! Takecareee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxx,&lt;br /&gt;EllyKetot&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-5548214045877724952?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/5548214045877724952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=5548214045877724952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/5548214045877724952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/5548214045877724952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/12/yay-finally-ive-changed-my-skin-and-re.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-2808763910781861518</id><published>2007-12-17T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T12:19:06.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arghhh. Having so much problems at one go, really makes me soo fed-up. Especially, when there's a jerk going around telling people fake stories about someone. So pathetic, dont you think so? Cmon, if you're really a man, you should have the guts to tell directly in the face. I mean, if you wanna seek revenge, oh, baby. This is not the way. Cause, no one mess with my man, asshole. Dont you ever think, you can mess around with EllyKetot. Cause, baby. You got the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll just wait and see. How futher can you go. Cause, I'm very sure, everything is gonna end very soon. And hell yeahh. This time, I'm gonna win. And, its not gonna be you who's gonna win. Pray hard, fucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I think, I'm in love with Dumbo. Heh. And, the Dumbo bear was from Adam. Weee. Sweet lahh oi. Dumbo is sooo cute! Heh. Okay, stop. I love Dumbo many many lahh oii. And, I love my BabyPooh too. And, I brought that for Adam. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, currently. I'm having conflicts with Amin. Grr.. I hate it whenever this happens. I mean, he's talking to me, as if I'm a stranger. It started all, when he said, I've changed and he doesnt like the tone of my voice. And, I was like, what the hell. This is me. And, I've not change. Maybe, its you, who changed. Not me. So, I got mad, and we argued. And, in the end. I told him, I dont wanna talk to him anymore. He agreed and he said, he'll look for me on the 26Dec. Arghh. Fuck. Damn you, Amin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm bored. Okay, I wanna look for new blogskins. Goodbye. Takecareee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxx,&lt;br /&gt;EllyKetot. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-2808763910781861518?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/2808763910781861518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=2808763910781861518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2808763910781861518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2808763910781861518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/12/arghhh.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-2315017066292226312</id><published>2007-12-16T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T03:47:24.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, finally, I got the chance to update my blog. Sisters are now back home. And, they have been using the laptop non-stop. &amp; I didnt have the chance to even touch the laptop. Grr.. So yeahhh. I've watched Alvin and the Chipmunks. It was greeeaaat! You guys should watch it too. You're gonna love it, trust me. Hehhhh. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, last night was Saturday night. Went out with Rohit and Amin. Rohit was going around making stories about me. Saying bad things about me. But, I dont care. And, I dont even wanna know if people believes his story. Because, his story, doesnt even makes sense. Oh, baby. This is Elly, fucker. Not someone cheap bitch you can mess around, fucking asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even care if you wanna go around and tell people about me. Cause, it makes me famous! Go ahead. Tell people about me. I'm soo gonna love it. Cause, I'm gonna be one hotstuff &amp; everyone is gonna know me and that makes me sooo famous, babyyy! Sometimes, I dont understand, why a jerk like you love making stories about a girl whom you loved? Dont you find it pathetic, asshole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.. Stop about this. Now, lets talk about what I did last night. Proceed to Esplanade. Looked for my dearest Shereen and the rest. I met alot of people. I even saw my pathetic step cousin, Lina. She was one of the PussyCatDogs. Haha. Mother fuckers. I dont give a damn about them. Talked to Shereen abit. Then, proceed to Marina to grab a bite. And, one of the PussyCatDogs, came to me. &amp; said, &lt;em&gt;" Eh, kau bley kuar jap? Ako ader hal ah nak bobal nan kau. "&lt;/em&gt; Haha. Bobal mcam ako nie adik2 dorg sakkk. I dont give a damn lahh ehh. Went outside and talked to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahhh. Big fuck benar. Wanna act big just because I was alone. Fuck. Haha. Best sial, ako bikin dorg pat luar. Caaaaaantek! Amin was shocked. &amp; Ijad's brothers was like asking me to stop whacking them. Seee.. I told ya. No one can mess with Elly. Finally, at last. Ako dpat kasik dorg. Dulu, nak gatal2 nan Adam kan. Nahh, amek kau, sundaaal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, chill awhile. Then, proceed to Cheekys, baybehhhhhhh! Haha. Okay, stop. Ako kecoh. After this and that, took night rider home. And stopped at Tamp cause I wanna meet Afai badly. Talked and laughed with him. Then, went to his place and chit chat. It was fun, I tell you. Heh. Around 530am, Amin's brother came, and off I went. Took bus home. &amp; I reached home almost 6am. Okay, thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takecare and goodbyeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : To the PUSSYCATDOGS - kalo kau nak crik ako, kau crik. ako sikit pon tkde goyang lah eh. kalo kau nak kene bikin lgik, meh crik ako. sblom kau nak crik ako, ko pkir due kali dulu lah ehhh. kau nak hang nan salah org lah siaal. sundal pey pukiemak. kau kental ah sial. dpan adam sume, kau nak act terror. nak gatal2. skrang, amek kauu. kene nan penumbok nan tendang ako. sedap kan. ako tauu! kau bikin taek nan ako lgik, ako sumpah, nx muke kau yang pecah, puki sundal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-2315017066292226312?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/2315017066292226312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=2315017066292226312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2315017066292226312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2315017066292226312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay-finally-i-got-chance-to-update-my.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-2178224805605573917</id><published>2007-12-13T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T08:22:20.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeaaahhh! And, finally. I got the chance to get some fresh air. Haha. Its been soo long since I last went out. Heh. &amp; thanks to dearest Adam for asking me out. Haha. But, well. I could still ask him out, but, I'm like, malas like that. Haha. Okay, stop. I'm talking craps. Had lots of fun with him, earlier. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was supposed to attend to Fido's court earlier. But, I didnt turn up. Because, I woke up late. Haha. But, luckily, I've informed Akai that maybe I'm not going to make it. Phew! Heh. :D Sorry Fido, for not attending. I just hope, whatever happens, dont forget your dearest EllyKetot, ayee. :D Gonna miss you, yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a tiff with that mother fucker bastard, Rohit. Gooshh.. No one knows how much I hate him now. Fucker. And, he said, I'm a cheap girl, and blahblahblah. Eh, wait. Even if I'm a cheap girl, you still love me, fucker! Asshole. Bobal tak pakai otak. Macam maner nak fight, babi sundal. Ahh. I dont give a damn, anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam treat me and my maid to Macdonalds, earlier. Thanks, Adam! Yum yummmmm! &amp; I'm fuuuuuuuull. Haha. Guess who I met? I met Izzat lahh seyy. He looked different oii. Haha. But, I just said Hello when he walked pass. Didnt talk much. Cause, Adam will get mad and keep on nagging! Huahua. Sorry, Adaaaaam! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Tomorrow, gonna watch Alvin &amp; The Chipmunks, baybehhhhh! Haha. As promised, I'm going to watch it with my dearest Adam. Haha. And, the treat is on me. For ticket, onlyy! Drinks, popcorn &amp; my starbucks, he have to pay. Haha. Bastard nyeeeee ako. Okay lahh. Elly friendly oii. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ijad's dad sms-ed Mommy's phone earlier. He said, he's meeting Ijad, and is there anything I wanna pass to him. But, I was sleeping. So, I didnt get the chance to said anything. Grr..! Okay. But, nevermind. Finally. I got the address and, I'm sooo gonna send him letters! Heh. Miss him aloot lahh oii. He wants a pic of us. Heh. Cepat lahh oii. Biler nie nak homeleave? Rindu lahh oii. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie, till here, I guess. Takecareeeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;EllyKetot. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I miss youu aloooot. Cant wait for you to come back. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-2178224805605573917?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/2178224805605573917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=2178224805605573917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2178224805605573917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2178224805605573917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/12/yeaaahhh-and-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-675267043459303253</id><published>2007-12-11T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T14:04:16.820-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.ku rindu matrep shuffler-ku.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning, readers. Its 6.04am in the morning, and, I'm still awake. Its raining heavily here. I cant sleep. Grr.. Wish I have some sleeping pills. I'm soo tired. But, I just cant sleep. Been online from just now. Chatting with Casper, all the way. We both crack alot of jokes and I acted to be his girl. Making up stories. Haha. He freaked out. But, Casper, I was just joking yeahh. No joke, no fun. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I dont know what I should do. Hey, guys! Check out my friendster yeahhh. I've changed the background, and finally. I've added some music in it. Its been a long time since I've changed my friendster background. Heh. Thanks to Aisha Doraemon for helping me, yeahh. Thanks, babe. And, my background still in lime green yeahh. Heh. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. Amin thought, I was attached to Casper. Heh. I didnt even explain to him. I dont give a damn, either. Heh. I asked Casper to help me out and explain things to Amin and said to him that Casper is not my guy. But, in the end, Casper said to Amin, " Yes, I'm Elly's guy. " Fuck siakk that guy. Make things worst. He did it purposely cause I keep on teasing him. My bad. Hah. Sorry lah, Casper-ku. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam wants me to be his girl, baybehhh. Hah. Okay, stop. This is not the first time he's asking me to be his girl. But, I dont know how many times. Haha. Its been so long he have been waiting for me. Since, July. Heh. I must really thank him for bearing with sucky attitude and my roller coaster rides. And, not to forget. Thanks for waiting for me too. Hehe. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be out tomorrow. With Taufiq. And, that is gonna be our first time meeting each other. Goshh.. I'm so nervous. Maybe, I cant make it. Cause, my fever misses me alot. And, now. Wants me back. Fucking hell. Now, I'm with fever and sore throat. Thanks alot, bacteria, for not letting me go. I know, you're jealous, and thats why, you're making me sick. Grr..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a tiff with my ex boyfriend. Thanks alot. For not understanding that I'm busy. We both fought about one small matter. I was busy editing my friendster earlier, and I told him, I'll get back to him once everything is settle. And, he just, cant wait. He keeps on bugging me. And, I got irritated. And, thanks to him, I have to redo everything. Thanks alot, ex boyfriend. In the end, I got so mad when he keeps on sending me nudge on MSN, I replied to him, " Ako busy lah siaak ! "    Talked to him nicely, he refused to listen. When I'm harsh, he wanna argue. Grr..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants me back. He asked for patch. I rejected him. Thrice! And yet, he doesnt gives up. Fine, up to you lah eh. As long, you're happy. I'm happy. Now, stop bugging me, fucker. Ahhh. We quarrelled and he said, " Banyak lagik pompan lah pat luar! "    &amp; I dont fucking give a damn. If there's many bitches out there, why is it that you keep on clinging on me and keep on asking for patch, BASTARD ! Grr.. I hate him. Now, he's trying to cool me down, by saying sorry and I love you and blahblahblah. Stop it okay, ex boyfriend. I wont accept you, ever again. Thanks for hurting me, before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I miss my matrep shuffler. When is my matrep coming back? Arghhh. Miss you alot, matrep shuffler-ku. Fido's going to court soon. Gonna be there. Good luck, Fido. And, all the best. Now, I'm bored and tired. But, I cant sleep. Grr.. Eh, wait. I just realised, this is long post. Haha. Thanks fingers, for typing. (; Now, I wanna try close my eyes and sleep, baybehhh! Good morning to you, readers! &amp; goodnight to ME ! Heh! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-675267043459303253?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/675267043459303253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=675267043459303253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/675267043459303253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/675267043459303253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-morning-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-1666186976867498143</id><published>2007-12-11T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T00:43:48.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally! I'm able to change my blogskin. Been looking for a perfect skins for the last two weeks. And, I found this skin and love it alot, baybehh! I love it, when there's greeen! Haha. Pathetic nye, ako niee. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Sucky, baby. I've been feeling unwell for the past 9 days. I dont know, when my sickness is gonna go away from my body. Fucking bacteria. Elly wanna get well soon. &amp; Mommy will give me freeeeeeedom. But, because of this dummy sicknes, I'm like grounded. Fucking hell. Arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst.. Someone confessed his feelings for me. Heh. Aww.. He's very sweet, I tell you. He keeps on bugging me to see the doctor. And, he said, he will pay for the expenses. Aww, so sweet. He said, he wanna take good care of me and blahblahblah. Heh. Good luck in trying to win my heart, yeahhh. Its tough, I tell you. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things now, get back to normal. I'm in love baybehhhh! With AdamFaromy! Haha. Pathetic nye akoooo. Smp nak blang satu dunie. Haha. Okay, stop. I'm in loveeee. Shhhh. (; I'm bored lahh oii. I miss alot of people. I miss Adam, Ijad, Fido, Osha, Ally, Elly Exans, Nelly Lenny, Shereen, Boy Samurai &amp; LOTS MOREEEE! I'm missing them. Please please, meet me sooon oiiii. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry lahhh. I want food. Okay, bye. Enjoy reading. Goodbye, babies. Haha. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-1666186976867498143?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/1666186976867498143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=1666186976867498143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/1666186976867498143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/1666186976867498143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/12/finally-im-able-to-change-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-6621061774726553546</id><published>2007-12-09T23:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T23:24:07.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good afternoon all. Sorry for yesterday's post. I wasnt feeling so good and was having mood swings and some problems. Ignore the last post, alright. Now, I'm feeling much better. After taking that small yucky pathetic pill. Daddy had to force me for 7 hours, to swallow that pill. Yeah, I'm very stubborn. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Amin. Who have always been there for me. Taking care of me when I'm sick. He would do anything as long that I eat, drink and rest. Heh. But, I'm okay now. No longer having any fever. But, my headache and sore throat getting bad to worst. =/&lt;br /&gt;Each time I talked to Amin on the phone, tears will rolled down my cheeks. And, I really appreciate Amin's love and concern towards me. He understands what I'm going through now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I cry, my sickness will worsen. Whenever I think about my problems, it'll worsen. I got no one else to talk to about my problem. And, I turn to Casper. To lend me a listening ear. And, he did. He adviced me. And, told me to choose who I truly love and want to be with. He said, he just wants to best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, out of a sudden, Casper initiated to end our friendship. I dont know what was his reason is. I mean, I dont know what was my fault. I was so shocked, that I shed tears after losing a friend. And, he said, " k .. dulu the 1st time we known each other, i fall inlove wiff u .. but i can't express my feeling n i dunnoe y .. coz i noe i'm not the type of guy u're looking for .. n each dae u online, really hope dat 1 dae we could be together .. i noe i'm talking shit now ! n i dunnoe y now i can express my feelings towards u .. n i hav made my decision dat we should stop our frenship til here .. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, that is what he said to me, exactly. Haiz. I really dont understand him. ;( I just dont wanna lose friends like him. Seriously. And, each time, I asked him, what's happening. He will just said, " I dont know " or " nothing " . Pathetic, right? Haiz. Having so much problem at one shot, really giving me fucking stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Mommy and I laughed my lungs out. I laughed so hard till my fucking sore throat hurts like kuku! Mommy is my bestest friend. I loved her sooo much. She has always been there for me. (: Love you, Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to call my Papa later! Weee. Miss him alooot. Gonna meet him, soooooon! And, last night, I asked myself, " How is my Dearest Ijad doing inside there? " . I miss him soo much. A week just passed. And, I miss him alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, come back soon. ;(   Fuck this fucking doc. I need the doc and the doc says, I need the hospital. Fucking shit. Now, I'm afraid.. Because of that fucking INJECTIONS. ARGHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, till here, readers. Takecare, byebyeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-6621061774726553546?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/6621061774726553546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=6621061774726553546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6621061774726553546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6621061774726553546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-afternoon-all.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-4078315424510556891</id><published>2007-12-09T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T04:08:55.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sore throat is getting worst like kuku, fucker. I feel like crying. I got no mood. Please, go away. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.I.A .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elly masok hospital..............Mampos skali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKO TKDE MOOOOOOOD! TKMO BOBAL NAN AKOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;CHEEBYE! PUKIE! SIAAAL! SUNDAL! BUTOOOOOOOOOOOO! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! !!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-4078315424510556891?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/4078315424510556891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=4078315424510556891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/4078315424510556891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/4078315424510556891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/12/sore-throat-is-getting-worst-like-kuku.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-8333081489699281691</id><published>2007-12-07T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T00:33:12.988-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hottie wants you back.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm not feeling well. Grr. Having fucking sore throat and headaches. Ohh, please. Can I get well soon? Cause, I wanna go ouuut! I'm bored sitting and rotting at home doing nothing. My sore throat is getting worst! I cant even swallow my own saliva. Hurts like fuck. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had a tiff with Amin. Damn! It was horrible, I tell you. His mom ended up sms-ing me. Wtf. But, still, I gotta face it. Because, it was my fault that her son behaved that way. So yeahhh. He reject my calls and ignore my sms-es. Like fuck. I couldnt stand it anymore. When I tried calling him again, he answered it, and talked to me as if I'm a stranger. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I was at fault. But, please. Can you not talk to me in that way? Around 1120pm, he decided to meet me up to clear things in a nice way. And, I agreed. When we met, we didnt talk to each other. Because, I was so damn fucking mad. We argued for a while. It was hooooooorribleeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everything is settled. But, I've not accept him yet. I'm sorry. Yeah, I did promised you, that I'll not leave you again. But, promises are meant to be broken. Now, Adam left me. I dont know why. First he says, he'll accepts me back. And, now, he changed his mind, and said, he cant accept me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine. But, the damn fucking thing is, why is it that he doesnt have the GUTS to tell me on the phone? Why must he sms-ed Amin and told him to pass the message to me? Pathetic, isnt it? If you dont want me, SAY it. But, I was wrong. You didnt have the guts. Ahh, I dont give a damn anymore. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, life still gotta move on. I'm bored. Rotting at home, doing nothing. I hope, Mommy will have plans. &amp; I'm gonna tag along. Cause, the phone is not gonna ring anymore. And, there's no one wanna meet me. So, I might as well, get dress and have fun. Right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firdaus called me earlier. Haha. Cute lahhh oii, I tell you. He keeps on saying&lt;em&gt;," Tak padan deknie kecik. Dah kecik tkpe, pendek plak tuh. Ingatkan minah innocent maner ntahhh. Tapi, prangai. Wow. Tkle angkat, babee! "&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Bastard lahhh, kan? Haha. Fucking hell lah, that Firdaus. Loves teasing me. He wanna meet me! Yayy! But, I dont know, if I'm gonna meet him or not. Cause, I'm still BROKE. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored to death. Tomorrow is Saturday. And, I got no plans. Grr.. Hopefully, I'll get money tonight, and I'm so gonna have fun and party tomorroooow night! Yayyyy. I'm so fucking stress. I'm so confused. I just wanna enjoy and forget all my problems. Haaiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew how much I missed you, Ijad. You're the only person I can depend on. Please, come back soon. Miss youuuu alooot. Get homeleave soon, Babyyyy! I'm soo missing you. Every night, I'll look at our picture taken together. I miss those days. I regret for hurting you before. Being yours for five months, really makes me happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Baby.. I'm waiting for you to come back. Come back soon, okay. Hottie not doing soo good without BabyBoxer. I miss youuuu, B. Aloot! If only you were here.. Right beside me. I'll pray hard for you, baby. Take care of yourself. &lt;3 Its a disaster without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I'll never succeed in any relationships, &amp; that is why, I gave up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-8333081489699281691?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/8333081489699281691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=8333081489699281691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/8333081489699281691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/8333081489699281691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay-im-not-feeling-well.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-6014614629361792487</id><published>2007-12-05T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T02:50:50.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For you..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/D7dKsK5y5i/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/D7dKsK5y5i/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I dedicate this song to, &lt;strong&gt;AdamFaromy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything. &amp; Sorry for hurting you all these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so long since we have talked&lt;br /&gt;I hope that things are still the same&lt;br /&gt;hoping they will never change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause what we had can't be replaced&lt;br /&gt;don't let our memories fade away&lt;br /&gt;keep me in your heart for always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me believe&lt;br /&gt;that I can do almost anything&lt;br /&gt;stood right by me&lt;br /&gt;through the tears through everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you,&lt;br /&gt;and baby that's forever true&lt;br /&gt;you're the one that I'll always miss&lt;br /&gt;never thought it would feel like this&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what you're goin' through&lt;br /&gt;in my heart you'll always be, forever baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I won't forget the times we shared, the tears we cried&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be the sun in my sky&lt;br /&gt;It may be fate that brings us back to meet again someday&lt;br /&gt;Even though we go seprate ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me believe&lt;br /&gt;that I can do almost anything&lt;br /&gt;You stood right by me&lt;br /&gt;through the tears through everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you,&lt;br /&gt;and baby that's forever true&lt;br /&gt;you're the one that I'll always miss&lt;br /&gt;never thought it would feel like this&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what your goin' through&lt;br /&gt;in my heart you'll always be, forever baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the day should come when you need someone&lt;br /&gt;(you know that i'll follow)&lt;br /&gt;I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever let there&lt;br /&gt;be a doubt in your mind&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'll remember you, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you,&lt;br /&gt;and baby that's forever true&lt;br /&gt;you're the one that I'll always miss&lt;br /&gt;never thought it would feel like this&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what your goin' through&lt;br /&gt;in my heart you'll always be, forever baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever baby, I'll remember you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-6014614629361792487?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/6014614629361792487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=6014614629361792487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6014614629361792487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6014614629361792487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-i-dedicate-this-song-to-adamfaromy.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-8956489536191857254</id><published>2007-12-04T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T21:02:40.914-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When you&apos;re gone..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think, I'm being too mean and harsh towards Adam. I'm sorry. I didnt mean to raise my voice earlier. Its just that.. I'm too emotional. I hate fighting and quarrelling with you. We always end up quarrelling over something small. I cant swallow my pride. I'm sorry. Sorry for talking in that rude way, earlier. Sorry for making you shed tears again. I'm sorry. Sorry for breaking my promises. Sorry if I've hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not doing so good. A day just passed. Everything seems to be so slow. I want time to go fast forward. Because, I cant wait for him to be release. Guess what, his younger brother, Aidil, just called me. He talked to me. He's so cute. I had a long conversation with him. Hehe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aidil : Hello. Kak Tasya ehy?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Hello, sape nie?&lt;br /&gt;Aidil : Oh, nie Aidil. Abg Aizat nye adik.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Aper dier kol Kak Tasya nik?&lt;br /&gt;Aidil : Tkde. Aidil nak tanye kakak, kakak maseh sayangkan Abg Aizat tak?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Sayang sekali. Asl ehy?&lt;br /&gt;Aidil : Tkde pape. Kak Tasya nak kahwin nan Abg Aizat tak, biler bsar?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Haha. Adik da knape nie? Insyallah, adik. Kakak tktau plak.&lt;br /&gt;Aidil : Kakak tkmo ader boyfriend laen okey. Sbab, nnt Abg Aizat jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ye, kakak tauuu. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;Aidil : Abg ader kwan pmpn tau. Tapi, kakak tkmo jealous. Pmpn tuh tak sayang Abg.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Eh? Tkpe. Kalo kwan, kakak tak jealous, okay.&lt;br /&gt;Aidil : Kakak nak tngu kan Abg ke?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yes, asal?&lt;br /&gt;Aidil : Tkde pape. Kakak rindu Abg tak?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Rindu sekaaaaaaali.&lt;br /&gt;Aidil : Kakak, bgik flying kiss boleh?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Buat aper, plakkk? Tkmau lahhh.&lt;br /&gt;Aidil : Kakak bgik flying kiss, nanti, adik blang Abg yang kakak kiss dier.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Tkya lah, adik. Kakak cume nak jmp dier &amp; antar surat jekkk.&lt;br /&gt;Aidil : Kesian kakak. Kene tngukan abg. Abg bdoh lah, break nan Kak Tasya.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Tkpe lahh, adik. Nie sume kan da takdir.&lt;br /&gt;Aidil : Kakak tkmo sedih2 lgik okay. Nnt, adik send address Abg okay.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Okay. Adik, nanti, lgik stgh jam, kol kakak alek okay. Akak nak charge hp lah.&lt;br /&gt;Aidil : K, tkmo sedih2 okay. Doa utok Abg. Jdi, dier cpat kuar, okayyy. &lt;br /&gt;Me : Okay, byebyeeeeee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; END OF CONVERSATION. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, yes. He's so cute lahh okay. Talked about marriage and all. Heh. I'm still not ready for this. Yes, I'll pray hard so that he'll be release soon. (: Haiz, I miss him so much. I'm waiting for him to send his address. I miss him alot. When are you gonna get homeleave? Haiz, miss you lots, Baby. ;( But, I still gotta be strong and bear the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope, I pray, I wish, you'll be release soon, Babyyyyy. &amp; we can spend time together like before. How I wished, you knew how much I'm missing you right now. Grrr.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Missing you alot. Regret for letting you go, in the first place. Come out soon, Baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-8956489536191857254?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/8956489536191857254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=8956489536191857254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/8956489536191857254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/8956489536191857254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-think-im-being-too-mean-and-harsh.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-3434517934763632906</id><published>2007-12-03T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T23:34:26.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now, I dont know how am I gonna take the fucking blow. Everything has come to an end. But, I promised him, I'll wait for him. Please, come back soon. Mommy, Ally &amp; myself gonna wait your return. Trust me, I'll be waiting for you. I just want you to be happy, Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're gone, I hope everything is gonna be fine. I'll take care of myself, no worries. I just dont know what am I gonna do right now. I'm soo sad. I almost break down into tears when I called your dad earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I'll should wait for another two months. For your homeleave. I cant wait to meet you. I miss you, aloooot. Look for me, when you're out, Sayang. I got noone else. I just want you to be by my side always. I cant bear to be seperated with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know how much I needed you in my life, right now. Esp, when you're gone. And, leaving me on my own. Now, I gotta be strong and wait for your return. I'll be strong, and wait for you. Eventhough, it takes two fucking damn years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'll wait for you, sincerely. Trust me. Thanks to Dearest AllyWonders for guiding me all along. Thanks, Ally. Meet up soon, aye. Miss ya, lots. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : The love we had before, is too deep.&lt;br /&gt;NATASHA ISABELLA &lt;3 AIZAT ARIFFIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-3434517934763632906?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/3434517934763632906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=3434517934763632906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3434517934763632906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3434517934763632906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/12/now-i-dont-know-how-am-i-gonna-take.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-2023493341608341765</id><published>2007-12-03T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T11:03:43.657-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aizat Ariffin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no matter what.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ll wait for you'/><title type='text'>3 Dec '07. 920pm. Esp Taxi Stand.</title><content type='html'>I'm not feeling so good right now. I hope, nothing is gonna happen to him tomorrow. Cause, its difficult for us to be seperated. I cant bear to lose him. I'll pray hard for you. And, I hope, nothing is gonna happen tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried for you. I knew, it was worth it to meet you earlier. I know, it was. Because, you've make it worthwhile eventhough, it was only 2 hours of us spending our last time together. No worries, I promise, I'll wait for you. Eventhough, it takes two fucking years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what am I gonna do when you're gone. Cause, I'm gonna miss you alot, Sayang. Aloot. I dont know why I feel this way. I trust you. Please, keep your promise. Keep our promise. No worries. I'll be fine. I'll take good care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, please please. Take care of yourself. I cant stop thinking about you. I'm having headache. My head is gonna burst real soon. Because, I cant take this anymore. No one knows what I'm going through right now. Especially, with the pain and all. I dont know, how am I gonna take the blow when I'm gonna call your dad tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I hope is, your dad will give me good news, Baby. Please. Thats all I wish for. Like what Mommy told you, Mommy glad that we got back together. I know, its gonna be hard on you. I understand. I just want the best for you. Thanks for changing me. Changing me being the old Elly. Thanks. I just wish you all the best, Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The least I can do is, to wait for you. And, pray to Allah that everything is gonna be alright tomorrow. And, I hope, its gonna be good news. ;( Baby.. I'm gonna miss you, alooot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I'll keep my promise. I'll wait for you, no matter what. Good luck, Baby. All the best. I'll pray hard for you, Sayang. Elly gonna miss you, alooot. Take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aizat Ariffin, I swear. I'll wait for you. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Adam, for giving me the chance to express my inner feelings. Thanks for understanding. I'm sorry if I've hurt you. &amp; Adam, you're always the one who understands me. Thank you. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-2023493341608341765?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/2023493341608341765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=2023493341608341765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2023493341608341765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2023493341608341765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/12/3-dec-07-920pm-esp-taxi-stand.html' title='3 Dec &apos;07. 920pm. Esp Taxi Stand.'/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-1077571829502280587</id><published>2007-12-02T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T01:50:56.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ton-ing with Adam.</title><content type='html'>Wee! I had soo much fun last night. With that Monkeyyy. Haha. Overnight with him last night. Mommy gaves up green light. Yayyy! I had fun lahh sey. We talked, laughed and slack. I was with him from 730pm - 8am the next morning. Haha. Kekek lah okaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked about my past. About dogs and cats. Haha. Tak senonoh lahh that monkey. Haha. That Monkey told me a story about a dog having sex with a girl. Haha. So the tak senonoh sakk. I laughed like donkey plus monkey. Haha. When we were sitting at the playground, there's one cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute giler. Meow2 nan Elly sey. But, I pengecut. Haha. Gigit dier cute sakk! Lidah colour pinkpink. Hah. Okay, ako da merepekkkk. Haha. Then, talk and chill and blah3. Now, I malas nak type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebyeeee! I had fun with AdamFaromy ; Monkeyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;Weeeee. Lovelove, Adam okay(;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-1077571829502280587?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/1077571829502280587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=1077571829502280587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/1077571829502280587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/1077571829502280587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/12/ton-ing-with-adam.html' title='ton-ing with Adam.'/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-6646791335332605660</id><published>2007-11-30T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T08:41:08.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm fucking bored to death right now. I rot at home the whole day. And, I did nothing. Supposed to be at Daddy's place by now, but in the end. I cancelled it. Because, I was looking forward to meet Adam tomorrow and as well as I have to wait for Adam to reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, in the end. Everything's screwed up. I dont know why. I thought, the plan will work tomorrow. And, thanks to me. Everything was cancelled. Just because of one tiny problem, that our plans was cancelled. Because, I dont want him to send me home. Grr! Fuck lahh seyy. I dont know why, but, seriously. I dont like guys to send me home. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now. I dont know what are my plans for tomorrow. I'm broke. =.=&lt;br /&gt;How pathetic is that? Haiz. No money, No fun lahhh. Bluekkk. Now, I got two more other plans. Since, my plan with Adam is cancelled. So, I guess, I gotta meet someone else. Eventhough, actually, its him who I wanna spend my time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, noooow. I have to choose. Out with Rohit or EllyExans? Haha. Think think. Okay, maybe. I'll be meeting Shereen. I'm bored lahhhh okayyyy. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm chatting with BabyZaim right now. And, I wanna admit that. I really missed him. &amp;amp; ALOOOOOT. I dont know why. But, I miss him truckloads. Weee. Now, out of sudden. He calls me, " &lt;strong&gt;Dear&lt;/strong&gt; ". Haha. Happy nye ako. Okay, stopp. Its only &lt;strong&gt;DEAR&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always asked myself, why must Ijad leaves me, when he knows I loved him soo much and still need him by my side? Haiz. But, past is past. I cant press rewind. I gotta move on, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm sleeeepy. Goodnight all! Takecare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Good luck for you prac, Zaim. I'll pray for youuuuu. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-6646791335332605660?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/6646791335332605660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=6646791335332605660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6646791335332605660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6646791335332605660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/11/okay-im-fucking-bored-to-death-right.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-671470711509838120</id><published>2007-11-29T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T10:57:10.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 3am in the morning. And, I'm updating. I'm bored to death. I cant sleep. I just hang up the phone with Adam earlier. Yeahh. We talked. Everything is settled now. And, I'm glad it is. I'm hungry.. But, there's no food. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned to go to Town yesterday. But, it was cancelled. So, Shereen &amp;amp; her guy plus me and Amin went out together. I was laaaaate! Hehe. Sorry lahhh sey. Promised to meet them at 3pm. But, in the end. Amin &amp;amp; myself turn up at around 445pm. Haha. Sorry yeahh. Met Amin at Eunos MRT. &amp;amp; off we went, to Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. Someone approached me AGAIN! Haha. " Excuse me, are you interested in modelling? " &amp;amp; I replied, " Err, no thanks. " HAHA! Amin was like, showing me his whatever look. Haha. Kecoh giler lahh seyy. So, yeahh. Walk around Bugis, like fuck. So, we proceed to Townnnnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceed to Lido to buy movie tickets. Watched Full Of It. Haha. Merepek lah that show. But, okay lahhh. Tapi, ader sikit tak senonoh, you knowww! Haha. I kept on telling Shereen &amp;amp; Amin that I wanna meet Adam badlyyyy! But, I was afraid that Amin might not like the idea. I walked around town, but failed to look for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the end. I gave up. And, give him a call. But, he didnt answer the damn phone! But, luckily, he called back! I was jumping for joy. I was soooo happy. (; We met. And, I gave him a BIGBIG hug! I miss him, okaaay. And, seriously. I really missed him. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movies, proceed to Far East to look for hairbands. &amp;amp; I saw Adam agaaaaaain! Sial ahhh! Happy giler lah siaak. Ako rindu dier giler babi. Happy sak dpat jmp. (; Talked to him again. And blahblahblah. I malas nak update. In the end, I've chosen Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah. Aku malas nak update. Byebye. Nak tau, tag jekk. Haha. Byebyeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : When I saw you earlier, I felt like crying. I've never missed you soo much like this time. Now, I've realised. How much I loved you &amp;amp; how much you mean to me. I miss hugging you, kissing and holding your hands. &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-671470711509838120?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/671470711509838120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=671470711509838120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/671470711509838120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/671470711509838120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-3am-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-667968713349343555</id><published>2007-11-27T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T19:28:06.607-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hottie wants you back.'/><title type='text'>hottie misses bontot krengge. ;( everything is over now.</title><content type='html'>Good morning! I went to bed at 630am earlier. And now, its 1109am. I cant sleep. Amin keeps on sms-ing me. He cant sleep. Now, I`m awake. I cant go to bed backkkkkk! Grrr.. I'm sleepyyy. I need some sleep. Or, I'll get this sucky eyebags thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, Amin just fallen asleep at 9plus perhaps. He's gonna give me wake up call later. We'll see, who's gonna give who a wake up call. We're going to Town baybehhhhhh! Weee! I'm bored to deathhh. No one is online. Bluekkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm all fucked up &amp;amp; heartbroken. About my relationship between me and Ijad. We broke up last night. And, what the fuck. Why must he end up leaving me? I know, you're going in soon. But, fuck. Must you go this far? As you promised, you'll look for me when you got release. And, I hope, you keep your promise. Elly is gonna wait for you. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elly misses Ijad soo much. I miss him calling me, "&lt;strong&gt;Hey Hottie.&lt;/strong&gt; " I miss calling him, " &lt;strong&gt;Bontot&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Krengge.&lt;/strong&gt; " I miss every single moment whenever I'm with him. I miss talking to him on the phone. I miss challenging him. I miss laughing with him. I just miss him so much. Ijad, can you come back to me? Why must you go? I LOVE YOU FUCKING MUCH. ;( Now, everything is over. And, I got to accept the fact. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally told the truth to Adam. I told him that all these long I was attached to Ijad. I'm sorry for not telling you the truth. But, I didnt want to hurt you. Cause, you've been waiting for me for soo long. And, out of sudden, Ijad appeared in my life, and I can straight away accept him but not you. I love Ijad, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everyone is all, asking me. Am I okay, after I broke up with Ijad. Haha. Excuse me lahhh sayaaang. Since when Elly cant bear pain like this? And breakups? Haha. I'm doing fine. (; Hehe. Thanks for the concern, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship between me and him is not stable yet. First, its nothing. Then, its something. And, now, its nothing again. Oh myyy. I'm soo lost and confused. I just need someone to explain things to me in details and let me understand. When he left, I want him back. When he's back, I want him to go. Just, what the fuck do I fucking want from him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont get it. I dont understand me. I dont understand him, either. It'll be easier if I shouldnt have loved him so much in the first place. But, I really have to sacrifice. And, let him go. But, still. Its difficult to let him go. I dont know what I should do next. Now, this is why, I hate to have a boyfriend for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always argued and quarrelled, eventhough we're just friends. And, end up leaving each other. And, after a while, things get back to normal. But, this is not the relationship I want it to be. This is HELL! I just want a happy relationships. Hardly fights and argue. You just dont understand a thing. Thats why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, I suggest. I better stop here. I'm gonna take a short nap. If possible. Goodbye, readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : &amp;amp; I hope, you keep your promise. Cause, I'm here. Waiting for you to be release. ;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-667968713349343555?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/667968713349343555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=667968713349343555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/667968713349343555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/667968713349343555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/11/hottie-misses-bontot-krengge-everything.html' title='hottie misses bontot krengge. ;( everything is over now.'/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-2361193615504786956</id><published>2007-11-27T03:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T04:22:30.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R0wLlG9UwvI/AAAAAAAAABA/n6RfjFhAmd4/s1600-h/EditedAmin%26Elly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137494007073784562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R0wLlG9UwvI/AAAAAAAAABA/n6RfjFhAmd4/s320/EditedAmin%26Elly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Okay, thats Amin &amp;amp; Elly! Sweet right? Haha. I'm gonna snap more pictures with him. Cause, I look sucky in the picture! Heh. Amin Amin, kite snap2 lgik, biler kite meet oke? Weee! (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally. Everything is settled. Thanks to Dearest Ally Shahirah. She knows what I'm going through right now. I'm happy that its all settled. She knows how I felt and everything. Sometimes, I think, she's the one who understands me the most. Thanks, Ally. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh. Everything is settled. Ally comfort me. No worries, babe. I wont cry anymore. I'll be strong. No man/woman worth your tears. And, the one it is, will never make you cry. Keep this in mind. Never cry for a man/woman. Its not worth it. And, thats what I learnt. I got to move on with life. This is life. Full of ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin has always been there for me. Last night, I talked to him on the phone. Crying and let out all my inner feelings. Thanks for listening, Amin. I know, he wants the best for me. Thanks for the advice and all. Eventhough, we might argued and quarrelled, I know deep down inside, he care alot for me. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was supposed to meet Ijad. But, I dont know what happened that everything was cancelled. We both argued. I was soo mad. And, I didnt turned up. Hehe. Sorry, Baby. (; So, instead. I went to Tampines. To look for Rohit. Talked and chilled with him. Watched Amin played soccer. And, off we went. Under the block. Lepak-ing with Amin &amp;amp; his friends. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to admit this. But, I miss Amin's friend. I forgot his name. Hehe. That irritating guy. He's soooo cute, I tell you. He loves to tickle my ears. Haha. Irritating, I tell you. But, fun! He doesnt likes to call me Ketot. But, he calls me, Kecik. Haha! &lt;em&gt;Sedap jek lah, dier pngl ako kecik.&lt;/em&gt; Haha. I miss him lahhh! Amin, can you bring me to meet him again? Please pleaseeee! Haha. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got no plans. And, I'm bored sitting at home. Finally, I'm able to use the lappie. Or else. My sisters and cousin gonna use it the whole day. And, I will only got the chance to use it after 3am! How pathetic is that. By the time, I'm already tired and sleepy and got no mood to use the lappie. Haha. Sisters and cousin went out. To Yishun. Haha. Goood! &lt;em&gt;Balek lmbat2 ye. Jdik, boley lah ako pkai lappie lame skit.&lt;/em&gt; Haxhas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, will be going out with Shereen. Going to Town, baybehhhhhh! Amin's gonna tag along. Cause, there's some problem that should be solve between Shereen, Amin &amp;amp; myself. I hope, the truth will be out soon. Cause, I fucking hate it when Amin is looking for that fucking bitchhhh! Grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that, Ijad didnt called me at all last night. Including, todayyy! Grrr! Oh mann. Dont tell me, now its his turn to give me problems! Oh myyyy! Please pleaseee. Hopefully, he calls me tonight. Cause, I need to talk to him badlyyyy! I miss him lahh oii. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. This is a long post, I guess. Haha. Oh yeah. I've changed my skin. To the fucking old greeny skin. Haha. I wanna make my own skin, but, I dont know how to. Can, someone please teach me? Weee! Okay, I've not bath yet. And, I stink. But, who cares. Haha! Now, I'm boredddddd. Someone, please ask me out. Haha. Till here, I guess. Goodbyeee! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : AkuRinduIjad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-2361193615504786956?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/2361193615504786956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=2361193615504786956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2361193615504786956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2361193615504786956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R0wLlG9UwvI/AAAAAAAAABA/n6RfjFhAmd4/s72-c/EditedAmin%26Elly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-3894178115764894713</id><published>2007-11-27T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T02:34:19.232-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wont Be Updating For The Time Being.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hello Readers! (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For The Time Being, I Wont Be Updating Aye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If There's Anything, Just Tag! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cause, I`m Not In The Mood To Update. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Due To Some Problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Takecare. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-3894178115764894713?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/3894178115764894713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=3894178115764894713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3894178115764894713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3894178115764894713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-readers-for-time-being-i-wont-be.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-4712209708989971362</id><published>2007-11-24T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T11:53:02.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its Saturday night, and, I'm just not in the mood. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying. And, I just wanna scream my lungs out. But, I just cant. I know, everything was my fault. I didn't expect it to turn out this way. I know how you felt. But, I just dont know what else I should say. No use explaining. Cause, whats done, cant be undone. I know, I was at fault. I admit it. And, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been crying. Right after you hang out the damn fucking phone. As if, you're talking to a stranger. I know, you're hurt. But, must you go this far and treat me like a stranger? I never felt like this before. I know, you loved me. But, I'm really sorry. What else I should do to make you forgive me. Even if you dont accept my apology, its okay. I wont force you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got no one else to talk to. No one. I didn't call anyone. Or, talk to Mommy about this. I just dont have anyone to talk to. I need someone to talk to. I dont know how I should explain things. I'M SO DAMN SORRYYYYYYY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everything is over. I just got to accept the fact. I got no one to call me, &lt;em&gt;'Baby'&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;'Wifey'&lt;/em&gt; anymore. Cause, there's only ONE you. &amp;amp; not TWO. I just hope all the best for you. I wont disturb you anymore. I know I was at fault. Takecare. Thanks for everything. And, sorry for hurting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont expect you to forgive me. But, I just want you to know that I'm sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Everything is over. &amp;amp; I gotta accept the fact..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-4712209708989971362?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/4712209708989971362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=4712209708989971362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/4712209708989971362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/4712209708989971362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-saturday-night-and-im-just-not-in.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-2388051632836355015</id><published>2007-11-21T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T01:38:39.349-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Please Don&apos;t Take Him Away From Me.'/><title type='text'>AkuCintaIjad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R0P7pm9UwuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/YA5MssKSDwQ/s1600-h/Elly%26Ijad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135224692383466210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R0P7pm9UwuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/YA5MssKSDwQ/s320/Elly%26Ijad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R0P6MW9UwsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jHhOtDosWWE/s1600-h/AkuCintaAizat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135223090360664770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R0P6MW9UwsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jHhOtDosWWE/s320/AkuCintaAizat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &amp;amp; God, please dont take him away from me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R0P6M29UwtI/AAAAAAAAAAw/2OtkOG75p7c/s1600-h/Elly%26Ijad.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yesterday, I met my dearest BabyBoxer. And, I'm soo damn fucking happy that finally we've met. He's always the one who make me smiled whenever I'm down. Well, whenever I looked back at my past with him, I regret for leaving him. Everyone in my family liked him. Mommy even wants me to be with him. But, now. Everything is over. We've broken up. ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He told, he's still not over me. He came to my open house because he wanna meet me. Because, he wanna try to win my heart back. But, at that point of time, I was attached to Zaim. Aww, pity him. I'm glad he came to my open house. I miss him soo much. Now, I'm glad that he've changed. Change to the better, I mean. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He's left with only two weeks with me. Goosh, I'm gonna miss him when he's gone. God, please dont take him away from me. How I wish, I could turn back time, and be with him again. Like how we used to be. Cause, I damn fucking miss him. And the old us. Can I be with him again? I dont want him to go. Arghhhh. ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So yeahhh. Yesterday, I went out with BabyBoxer and Ahkim. They both was with their bikes. Woooo! (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh yeah. Guess who I bumped to when I was with BabyBoxer? I bumped into Adam at town. Haha. We both ended up quarrelling. We both always quarrelled. &lt;em&gt;Pening lah kpale ako. Smp, ako da malas nak gado2 sume. Penat kan diri ako jekkk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After that, BabyBoxer, Ahkim &amp;amp; me proceed to Bugis. Then, guess who I bumped into this time? I bumped into Amin's brother. Haha. Sway giler sakkk. First, Adam. Then, now, Amin's brother. Haha. Kecoh giler saaaakkk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay lahhh. I'm lazy to update. I wanna go chat with my dearest BabyBoxer. And, I know. He wont go. (; I love you, ayeeee! (;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;BabyBoxer, thanks for everything. I appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P/S : How I wished I could be with you..&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/2120688963319483134-2388051632836355015?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/2388051632836355015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=2388051632836355015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2388051632836355015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/2388051632836355015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/11/god-please-dont-take-him-away-from-me.html' title='AkuCintaIjad.'/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5YJU8YYT_As/R0P7pm9UwuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/YA5MssKSDwQ/s72-c/Elly%26Ijad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-65845159900768434</id><published>2007-11-18T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T08:08:19.863-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EllyWifey Sayang Adamfaromy.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I wanna be AdamFaromy's EllyWifey, can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;EllyWifey Miss You Lah, Okaaaay! (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-65845159900768434?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/65845159900768434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=65845159900768434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/65845159900768434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/65845159900768434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wanna-be-adamfaromys-ellywifey-can.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-7611834928257094423</id><published>2007-11-17T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T00:20:40.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Siaaaaaaaaaaal ahhh! I'm damn bored sakkk. I'm broke. I got no money. I need moneyyy. I got plans, but cant go out. Cause, I'm damn fucking broke. How pathetic is that? I didnt went to work for two days already. Arghh! Mommy.. I need some money, pleaseeeee! Heehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to meet Shereen today. But, her mom is coming back home late, around 5plus. And, she have to wait for her mom so that, she'll get some money. And now, my Daddy is coming down to my place in 2 hours time. And, I'm gonna ask him for money! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll be meeting Shereen around 8pm. Oh my.. Thats late.&lt;br /&gt;Now, gooodbyeee! I'm boredddd !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-7611834928257094423?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/7611834928257094423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=7611834928257094423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/7611834928257094423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/7611834928257094423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/11/siaaaaaaaaaaal-ahhh-im-damn-bored-sakkk.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-6388382933600723820</id><published>2007-11-15T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T11:22:55.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ako lah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELLY-PHANT. (;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored and damn fucking bored. And, thats why. I'm here blogging just to kill time. Cause, I'm damn fucking bored. Get that? Okay, craps. Its 3.12am in the morning. And, I'm still awake. Hell yeah. I'm still awake. Cause, I'm not sleepyyy. Weeee. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! I got the chance to chat with my Dearest Nunu and explain everything to her. My motive was only to make her stop crying for that JERK + BASTARD = ASSHOLE. Thats all. Cause, I feel sooo sorry for her. And, I dont her to suffer with lies. Get what I mean? If you dont, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm happy now that finally she have stopped crying for that ASSHOLE. And move on with life and be strong. No use crying for that ASSHOLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having problems right now. I fought with both, Amin and Adam. How cool is that? Okay, its not coool. Its driving me CRAZYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! My brain is gonna explode real soon. Cause, Elly cant take this stupid shit anymore. We fought because of something so damn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always the one who create trouble. Yeahh. I'm always the one at fault. But, in the end. They will apologise. But not me. And, now. That is coool! Haha. Okay okay. I'm bored to deathhh. Adam didnt message or call me after we fought. And, thats not right. He must call or message me, NOOOOOOOOOOOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, stop, ELLYYY! He's fucked up because of you, irritating ELLY-PHANT. Haha. Okay, I'm MEREEEPEKKKK! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm bored. Plus, BROKEEE. Eh, I miss Starbucks. I want Caramel &amp;amp; Mocha Frappucino, pleaseee! (: Now, someone. Please, treat me to Starbucks lah, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn brokeeee. Money, money. Please drop from the sky. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking &lt;em&gt;merepek&lt;/em&gt;. So, byebye! Its 3.25am alreadyyyy! Good morningggggg (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-6388382933600723820?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/6388382933600723820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=6388382933600723820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6388382933600723820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/6388382933600723820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-bored-and-damn-fucking-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2120688963319483134.post-3406089323595801218</id><published>2007-11-14T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T03:29:52.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm just bored and plain lazy to update. Maybe, I'm gonna stop using this blog and let it die. I'm sooo damn bored right now. I didnt went out the whole day. All I did was, making cooooookies! But, I didnt tried any of them. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;First, I cooked for Mommy. Then, next. I make some weird drink. Peach with some ice, mango and ribena syrup. Haha. I'm maaaad! But, in the end. The drink is swallowed by Mommy and Daddy. Heeh(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Thirdly, I made some cookies. But, I didnt eat any of them. Cause, I got no more energy to eat. Well, since its school holidays. I gotta admit. I'm gaining weight. Yes, fuck! I'm gaining weight. I'm getting fatterrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Grrr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But, its okaaaay! Even if I'm fat. He still loves me. Haha. Okay, crap. I'm bored. I got nothing to update. Can someone please ask me out. Plus plus treat me too? Heh. Cause, I'm damn fucking broke! !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Shitting. I hate it when I'm broke. Shit. Please, someone. Ask me out. Plus treat me too, pretty please. Haha. Tak tau malu sak nie Tasya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Okay, I'm bored. Till here I guess. Btw, any plans for this Saturday night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Weeeeeeeeeee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Gooodbyeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2120688963319483134-3406089323595801218?l=elly-ketot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/feeds/3406089323595801218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2120688963319483134&amp;postID=3406089323595801218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3406089323595801218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2120688963319483134/posts/default/3406089323595801218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elly-ketot.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-just-bored-and-plain-lazy-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>TASYA's</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
