<?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-4297311571904520738</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:27:07.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revamped</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-1864439162019275979</id><published>2009-10-18T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:02:07.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PINDAH RUMAH</title><content type='html'>I'VE MOVED PEOPLE! COZ I'VE MOVED ON TO TUMBLR. ASK IF YOU WANT TO BE UPDATED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-1864439162019275979?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/1864439162019275979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=1864439162019275979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/1864439162019275979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/1864439162019275979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/10/pindah-rumah.html' title='PINDAH RUMAH'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-4859369286959601409</id><published>2009-10-10T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T05:08:45.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Wish Is My Command</title><content type='html'>The dreadful (well, actually it wasn't THAT dreadful) 6 weeks attachments are over! I'm looking forward to 2weeks of relaxation till the NOT anticipated 4 months of PRCP. I miss school actually right now.. It's definitely much more fun than having walking and standing all day till your legs forgot what it is to bend the limbs. With people who have no sense of patience to *ehem*uncles*ehem* who seem to be so preoccupied with their own self ignorance that they think they are still able to lure girls around the *ehem*wrinkly*ehem* pinkie fingers. Let's just say, it's no longer 1940s darlings... its 2009 going to 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my holidays planned.. Early mornings will be for swimming. Some days to school.. Meet up with my attachment CI, Ms Ai Ling, with some of my attachment lovelies. Read some books and maybe go for the 14th outing. Though I must say, I'm a tad bit lazy for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better take care of yourself.. Tonsil-less. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-4859369286959601409?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/4859369286959601409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=4859369286959601409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4859369286959601409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4859369286959601409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/10/your-wish-is-my-command.html' title='Your Wish Is My Command'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-2697196185527420501</id><published>2009-09-27T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T07:30:49.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially missing you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9OIn5KvEz-4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9OIn5KvEz-4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this song.. Especially how Rin on the Rox carries it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; probably coz I'm officially missing you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-2697196185527420501?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/2697196185527420501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=2697196185527420501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/2697196185527420501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/2697196185527420501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/09/officially-missing-you.html' title='Officially missing you'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-4440081859801397386</id><published>2009-09-22T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T04:31:13.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unpredictable</title><content type='html'>I've just got to know that you've left. &amp;amp; I keep thinking back, we've just met yesterday.. I've known you since I was a little girl and you'd always bring me your home made kuihs. I'd call you 'nenek with the white jubah with gold chains around her neck'. How time flies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you'll be happy wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm sure you're beaming up there, close to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-4440081859801397386?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/4440081859801397386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=4440081859801397386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4440081859801397386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4440081859801397386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/09/unpredictable.html' title='Unpredictable'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-8997031864595937148</id><published>2009-09-19T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T08:28:17.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>Selamat Hari Raya to all Muslims! This year I'm not as anticipated for the festive season as I've been the previous years. Probably it's due to the fact I'm growing older and soon, it'll be my turn to be the one handing out green packets to the non-working ones. :S Anyhoos, I'll like to take this opportunity to seek for forgiveness to those I've done any wrong doings to. (Not on purpose, that is) Hope you guys have a lovely Raya. To my family in Aberdeen, I love n miss you guys deeply.. Selamat Hari Raya.. Azie ingin pohon maaf atas kesalahan2 Azie.. Moga hari istimewa ini membawa lebih kebahagiaan bagi kami sekeluarga. :)     (I knw...I sound so baku.) Iqah I promise to post your contacts soon. Kakak has been extremely busy sayang.. Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attachments has been fun! &amp;amp; it was a sad departure from Ward 11. I seriously love the staff and even the patients. Even when the patient has AMS and I've gotten kicks from this mentally disturbed amahs. I've been using a hell lot of muscle during this attachment (&amp;amp; I've been fasting!) Wrestling and pinning people down is hard labour. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I will always love you...&lt;br /&gt;My darling you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ive always loved this song. &amp;amp; the movie, The Bodyguard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-8997031864595937148?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/8997031864595937148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=8997031864595937148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/8997031864595937148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/8997031864595937148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-1127758829806901647</id><published>2009-09-15T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T08:58:38.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diagnosis: Affection</title><content type='html'>After months, I thought I had lost my kitten for good. Imagine my surprise when I saw her back home all big and I think, pregnant. 0.0 I felt like an old maid talking to a cat about running away frm home and returning back home pregnant, when the guy doesnt even bother. Then my little cousin came up to me and said 'She's a cat... cats dont have husbands..' I looked at him, annoyed at first and then I was in a laughing fit. Plus, the cat was sleeping all along while I was nagging away about being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gatal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have 2 cats and the other one seems to be jealous. I keep reminding them that they are twins except probably the other 1 is jealous coz the sister's a mum-to-be. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my day starts off the same eversince 2 days ago where I'll rush to ward 12,bed 14.&lt;br /&gt;6.30AM, 12PM and 3PM. Tomorrow will be different though. Probably my dearest patient will be discharged. :) Ure one hell of a pampered patient. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diagnosis: Euphoric sensations related to emotional attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-1127758829806901647?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/1127758829806901647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=1127758829806901647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/1127758829806901647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/1127758829806901647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/09/diagnosis-affection.html' title='Diagnosis: Affection'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-7999925350626823750</id><published>2009-09-09T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T06:55:40.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=n671848533_1423145_5130364.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/n671848533_1423145_5130364.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a random question regarding 2 years ago. A simple and innocent question but I found it hard to answer coz it made such a huge impact and it does affect me till now. I sat staring back at the screen and my mind went back to the exact moment where I felt I made such a huge mistake till it drove me to the deepest depths of sorrow. Back when even my closest friends said I was like a walking zombie and broke down and shattered with no warning. That was probably the darkest moment so far. I wouldn't talk much and it felt painful, even, to try to recollect myself. &lt;br /&gt;Then, I let you help me find myself and pick up those pieces which I thought were lost forever. At first, it was just a temporary phase but I guess you've grown in me. It's a wonder why till now it's hard to loosen the grip. &amp; in the end, it's my lost. &amp; in the end, I'm left sitting,waiting, with 2 screens looking back at me...bare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-7999925350626823750?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/7999925350626823750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=7999925350626823750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7999925350626823750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7999925350626823750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/09/surrender.html' title='Surrender'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-7319801257418970451</id><published>2009-09-07T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:02:13.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Check 2</title><content type='html'>I've just finished watching a Hindustan movie &amp; been crying my eyeballs out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Check: 4.01AM&lt;br /&gt;@ least I knw You're fine.&lt;br /&gt;Get Well Soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-7319801257418970451?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/7319801257418970451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=7319801257418970451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7319801257418970451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7319801257418970451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-check-2.html' title='Time Check 2'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-9082713973255863463</id><published>2009-09-07T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:21:40.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timechecks</title><content type='html'>Time check: 11.58PM&lt;br /&gt;Waiting online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, attachment doesn't seem as bad as I thought it would be actually. I enjoy going to work these days coz the staff are really really nice and they're..well let's just say, have a personality close to mine. :) This time round, working in the afternoon shift is my preference due to the fact the work flow is way managable. Today was sort of testing my patience, due to 1 of the patients (being oh-so-NICE). Having a patient, you got to be patient... -.- There were tonnes of instances where I almost lost my cool. Like I said to Jijah, 'Aku jadi minah untok 5min baru tau..kene body slam nant' My cuzzins didn't call me badak when I was in primary school for nothing baby! HAHAHA. Badak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I just got a chocolate bar. &amp; it's sinfully good.. *melts in my mouth not in the hand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya is coming and I've yet to shop for a handbag/clutch. My uncle thinks I've got too many bags and insists I use one of my old ones but my aunt came to the rescue stating. 'alaa...you kan tau pmpn suke shopping!' :) So true... And I'm contemplating to get another set of baju raya coz I'm not fully satisfied with my current piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check: 12.20PM&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-9082713973255863463?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/9082713973255863463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=9082713973255863463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/9082713973255863463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/9082713973255863463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/09/timechecks.html' title='Timechecks'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-8017250688543611736</id><published>2009-09-02T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:33:59.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miss; to regret the absense or loss of</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01649.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01649.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only been 2 days of attachments and my feet are so sore from standing and walking for 8hours. I've got blisters even when I'm wearing converse sneakers.. -.- So, today was quite hectic coz I've been assigned to be in charge of 1 patient. I can't imagine during PRCP,it will increase to 6 and 12 once I graduate. So yeah yadaa yaadaaa..... Been a while I've been posted to a female ward.. i prefer the male ward actually. No, not because I have this weird fetish for older men who makes my heart go all gooey with their toothless smiles. I just think they are much more tolerable. Ok2... Probably I do have a slight fetish for them... :) hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the fasting month and I have a pile load of cravings! From cepedak goreng to bandung to nasi ambeng. I think instead of shedding the pounds, I'll gain some. :) So much for the pact I made with Nadia. I just got myself a packet of skittles and a box of Magnum ice cream. I think the Magnum commercial is so cute that I want to be treated like royalty too.. Hence, the purchase. Right now I'm thinking of what to get for my breaking of fast tomorrow.. Or will I be having it with Mr Grumps (buy me food laaaa...)hahaha. Coz the canteen will be closed by 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit...now I'm having a darn backache and the feet are having semut2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss a bunch of people now...&lt;br /&gt;- The person I had the most recent call with&lt;br /&gt;- TheBestGirlfriend&lt;br /&gt;- Sheila Weila&lt;br /&gt;-Danialllllllll&lt;br /&gt;-Family Back In scotland&lt;br /&gt;-Izza&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to GOT TO meet up with them. But the schedule is sooo packed now. I love you guys! You know that??? *kisses and hugs!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So let me be the one, coz I like the way you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The One, RJ feat Dewi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-8017250688543611736?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/8017250688543611736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=8017250688543611736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/8017250688543611736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/8017250688543611736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/09/miss-to-regret-absense-or-loss-of.html' title='&lt;b&gt;miss&lt;/b&gt;; to regret the absense or loss of'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-410466423984441268</id><published>2009-08-27T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:37:08.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=Fat20and20Smoking.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/Fat20and20Smoking.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM number 1, so why try harder??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fat kid who loves fat cakes! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;*shakes the flabby arms* &lt;br /&gt;Woooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-410466423984441268?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/410466423984441268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=410466423984441268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/410466423984441268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/410466423984441268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/08/no1.html' title='no.1'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-6455571402669650674</id><published>2009-08-25T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T05:28:07.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake Ya Tail Feather</title><content type='html'>Exams are over and done with! Not really actually, I'm just left with 1 more module and I'm done! So baby, it's time to shake ya tail feather! *does the soldier boy* Next week marks the start of my attachments all the way till 25th February. Sucks? Yes.. Got to get use to it though since I'll be working as a Staff Nurse throughout after my graduation. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasting month is here, and I HAVE to lose some kilos. (i knw..i knw..i've said this sooo many countless times) This time, I mean it coz I've made a pact with Nadia. I have a target, I just need the will but food are my major weakness. Coz I enjoy my food first and cry about my weight later. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baybay Baybay!&lt;br /&gt;Come here and make my days..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-6455571402669650674?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/6455571402669650674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=6455571402669650674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6455571402669650674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6455571402669650674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/08/shake-ya-tail-feather.html' title='Shake Ya Tail Feather'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-7490590513297989287</id><published>2009-08-21T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T06:27:02.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bipolar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01508.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01508.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01523.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01523.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01525.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01525.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01528.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01528.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01564.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01564.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01566.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01566.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01567.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01567.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01574.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01574.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01575.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01575.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01581.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01581.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01592.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01592.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agony, Joy? I'm unsure of how I feel right now. At one moment I'm joyous and in a snap, I feel so hollow.. It's frustrating coz at one moment I feel like laughing and the next, im on verge of breaking down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I miss you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-7490590513297989287?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/7490590513297989287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=7490590513297989287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7490590513297989287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7490590513297989287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/08/bipolar.html' title='Bipolar'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-585101926067312281</id><published>2009-08-18T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T06:03:24.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where It Matters The Most</title><content type='html'>Just had my dinner and I'm feeling quite lazy at the moment, but seeing my blog being left out bare, I feel guilty for not updating for a while now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the past weeks have been well spent. With the family and all.. Went to KL last 2 weeks and my god, did I shop! I got myself a new bag, new sandals, accesories, shades and perfumes! Seriously, I LOVE to shop.. :) So, we were stuck in a jam at 2nd Link for 3 hours! I know... I could have gotten myself a husband, registered at ROM and maybe..just maybe... have my wedding ceremony done while waiting in futile in that whole stretch of road. -.- See? I could've gotten MARRIED. My dad drove as if the road was his own and there were several instances where he almost crashed into cars and (almost) dozed off. -.- I consider myself lucky to be here now in 1 whole piece. In my mind I was like 'Eh eh org tua nie...konon2 F1 race ke??' As much as I love you ayah, I hate your driving... hahaha. Back to the story, once we reached KL, due to the fact we didnt book a hotel in advance, we had to look for 1 on that day itself. So there we went,getting a 'No rooms' from 5..yes you heard it right..5 HOTELS. All of them were fully booked. Darn those Arabians who were literally flooding KL at that time. So we managed to get a suite in Mandarin Oriental. The price was a hefty one but heck! I LOVE THE BATHROOM! Im too lazy to update with pictures now.. but I'll post them up soon. AWESOME TOILET!! I could have gotten married in the bathroom and I would be delighted. (enough of marriage now..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days after that was awesomely spent.. especially last Saturday! Sun, Sand, Sea, family &amp; friends. I was laughing and smiling most of the time.. Thank you for making it happen :) Love you guys deep2! Had my Nicole Schezenger moment (everybody now..HAHAHAHAHAHA!) nie badak air konon2 Nicole.. More like Queen Latifah Zeemaa.... A girl can dream, can't she? :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are next week and I'm horrified eventhough there are only 2 papers, God please help me. Attachments on the 31st Aug and a long stretch of 6 weeks follows.. 2weeks of holiday and BAMMM!! PRCP till the 25th of February. (I knw... I Knw...it's your birthday..) haha.. I can't wait for the 4th of March. Angelina Colie and Brad 'Arm' Pitt. We're so gonna rock the red carpet! *i think, that is....* Heee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now2, you've got me with those looney-some antics &lt;br /&gt;And seriously, you've got me hooked, Badly.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-585101926067312281?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/585101926067312281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=585101926067312281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/585101926067312281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/585101926067312281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-it-matters-most.html' title='Where It Matters The Most'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-4358375535816536707</id><published>2009-08-03T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:38:28.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man I'll Always Love</title><content type='html'>Throughout my years, you've always been there for me.&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I used to blame you for the turbulence I went through in the past,&lt;br /&gt;I apologise.&lt;br /&gt;You've always been the permanent love from a man that can never be replaced..&lt;br /&gt;The one guy I know I can rely on to when the storm comes&lt;br /&gt;Never have you've made my heart ache,&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I've etched pain into yours.. And I can see by the line in your face.&lt;br /&gt;The roughness of your palms just to show how hard you've worked for me and the pain that I see through in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;At times I've been arrogant and simply push you away when you try to get closer.&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me Love, for I may not show you my affection but never doubt that you're my number 1 man.&lt;br /&gt;For you have given me life, given me life's luxury and happiness which makes my days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always love you.&lt;br /&gt;Not even death can change that.. I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;When you grow old, I'll hold those creased hands and guide you through the wonders of life you've shown me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I do love you..&lt;br /&gt;And you're the best I will ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you Ayah. Your babygirl sucks at showing her love.. But you're always in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-4358375535816536707?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/4358375535816536707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=4358375535816536707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4358375535816536707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4358375535816536707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/08/man-ill-always-love.html' title='The Man I&apos;ll Always Love'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-3624104951896384197</id><published>2009-08-02T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T09:54:00.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coz I Can Back It Up</title><content type='html'>Currently stuck to Beyonce's Ego. It's seriously swagger-ish for a girl and damnnn.. it's diva-ish! Love it love it love it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept over at Jurong on Wednesday and we had a tonne of fun especially the part when Mama wanted to park her car coz we wanted to have a late night supper at Mr Teh Tarik. So, us four ladies were shouting and pointing at slots (which happened to be for handicaps) waited for roughly 10minutes and kept ourselves entertained by singing to the tunes on the radio. With all the shouting, showing of fingers and cussing, we ended up laughing like hell while the little brother slept through our rampage. There was one part where Mama wanted to be excused and she giggles like a fifteen year old. Seriously! GIGGLED! Adorable kn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, met Mama and the siblings over at Jurong Point and headed over to the Singapore Flyer. I was tired and there had to be a foreign guy who happened to cut the line.. Bad move. I snapped at him and glared with my belolok eyes. Picked the wrong girl to mess with on that day. Even Mama said 'So fierce ah?' *wags eyesbrows* The Flyer wasn't as captivating as I'd expected it to be.. Probably coz the IR isn't up yet and mostly I saw was construction works and cranes. But I'm happy that I did treat my family coz at least they had a night to remember during their trip here. Love you guys! Anw I think I look great in the pic taken for the flyer picture. hurhur... Mama said 'Wait, the next time we come here again, I'll wear my fake eyelashes and makeup!' Cheeky woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks, I've been a victim of crazy lunatic taxi drivers. Seriously!One minute they look normal then BAMMMM!!!! they go knocking on their windows and go talking furiously about foreigners and HDB flats! =.=    I'm prone to crazy taxi drivers now... Then they'll educate me on the roads of Singapore and teach me about courtesy when all I did was not want to take the Mercedes cab. =.= and nag and nag coz Mama doesnt know her road so I had to use landmarks as help. And it all happened with my sisters in the cab with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming... Project datelines are piling up. I am paranoid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01508.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01508.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01518.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01518.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01523.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01523.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01525.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01525.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01528.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01528.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01537.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01537.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and hold my hand.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-3624104951896384197?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/3624104951896384197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=3624104951896384197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/3624104951896384197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/3624104951896384197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/08/coz-i-can-back-it-up.html' title='Coz I Can Back It Up'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-4776576178864600975</id><published>2009-07-28T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:49:44.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=211482969_1417bbf19a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/211482969_1417bbf19a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz my final year project makes me want to kill myself and break down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-4776576178864600975?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-3941320797372371789</id><published>2009-07-26T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T07:24:04.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revampe-d</title><content type='html'>My Sunday was a lazy one. Was supposed to wake up in the morning for my religious class but I woke up at 10.30 which was the exact time my class starts.. Went to my Haleem's room and he was giving his i-also-woke-up-late-so-there's-no-need-to-go-today. Had a shower, went back to my room and I had a breakfast date with the laptop. Decided to revamp this page of mine and vooaalaah! Though I'm still a computer idiot coz I don't really know how to insert my tagbox into the page so lovely people, if you do know, do enlighten me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, everyone is falling sick. I felt really guilty coz some of the people close to me got the bug and I'm being all paranoid thinking it's all my fault. Apologies if I did. :(&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to have your medicines and do take in sufficient Vitamin C. And of course, rest. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Mom so much so I can't wait to sleep over at my house in Jurong. Probably if my pay is in, I'll bring the family up the Singapore Flyer. Broke I will be soon and that means no meals in school, but heck, they are here only once a year and I'm not letting an empty stomach in school stop me. Yezzir! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings just change and I cnt lie and say I'm not disappointed. Coz I am.. And being who I am or my status, I feel obliged but at the same time hesistant to voice out my perspectives on the matter. Like me, probably you're having a case of double personality.. If I could talk to you now, I'd say take things slow..What's the rush? You have more years to come to waste it all down the drain. you said you'd fight for it coz you thought this was 'The One' but instead, you let something so indistinctive crumble it all? I expected so much more than this and having being ignorant at times, all I can say is... At the end of the day, when everyone goes away in dismay... When the ones you thought mattered leaves... I'll still be here and I'll hold my hand out for you. My shoulders will be here for you to cry on. I'll wipe away those tears. Believe it or not Love, my love for you has no limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday there was kenduri at Bok Dede's house.. The boys did their usual thing and the girls were taking pictures and talking. I didn't expect such a drastic change.. And even that, they said this was wayy better than before. I'm so sorry I didn't get to see you before this. All I can do is pray for your recovery. Amin..&lt;br /&gt;Went up bukit gombak hill to see the boys' usual site and Abg Ki was rather surprised that I volunteered to go there.. Being a girl doesn't mean I have to be all sissy-ish. -.-  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01481.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01481.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love Azman Daniel Deans :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01481.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01481.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=5251_107939186315_721721315_2727571.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/5251_107939186315_721721315_2727571.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=5251_107939251315_721721315_2727582.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/5251_107939251315_721721315_2727582.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=5251_107939271315_721721315_2727586.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/5251_107939271315_721721315_2727586.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-3941320797372371789?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/3941320797372371789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=3941320797372371789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/3941320797372371789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/3941320797372371789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/07/revampe-d.html' title='Revampe-d'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-4292191450326019565</id><published>2009-07-25T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:24:00.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of A Kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=20061129222954_follow_me.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/20061129222954_follow_me.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz you &amp; I were a tough act to follow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-4292191450326019565?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/4292191450326019565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=4292191450326019565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4292191450326019565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4292191450326019565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-of-kind.html' title='One Of A Kind'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-6641538742552896068</id><published>2009-07-24T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T07:22:52.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream in a Dream</title><content type='html'>Randomly looking at my friends' pictures in FB and blogs, I can't help but to feel envious. Like how a particular couple looks so comfortable with each other... How their smiles just want to make me smile along and even their hands seem to fit each other's like a second skin. Being stuck in this situation has brought me both happiness and joy. But at the back of my mind, I'm still confused... Where do I stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing games was never my forte.. I've always been the kind to stick by and give my all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could, I would want to look into the future and tell him, please hurry and sweep me off my feet. And my love would know no boundaries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmnCw5nD51I/AAAAAAAAAzw/3oNeFeo--LA/s1600-h/beach5-724872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362030976715450194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmnCw5nD51I/AAAAAAAAAzw/3oNeFeo--LA/s320/beach5-724872.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-6641538742552896068?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/6641538742552896068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=6641538742552896068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6641538742552896068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6641538742552896068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/07/randomly-looking-at-my-friends-pictures.html' title='My Dream in a Dream'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmnCw5nD51I/AAAAAAAAAzw/3oNeFeo--LA/s72-c/beach5-724872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-7400886902764431042</id><published>2009-07-23T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:49:13.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb Blogger</title><content type='html'>I swear I was so mad at blogger due to the fact that it was all chaotic for the past few days. Seriously, I'm on quarantine and I got really really bored and I just wanted to update my blog. Sheesshhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st up, quarantine. On Monday, I went to see the doctor coz I had been sick since Friday. Being the stubborn girl that I am, well, I postponed the appointment 3 days later. The doctor suspected I was hit by the H1N1 bug and readied up all his prescriptions including 2 N95 masks. I was all red-faced and hot when I went to the counter so imagine how my eyes bulged and my face got redder when I got to know that my medical bill was $100?? 0.o    I would have gotten better treatment and my bill wouldn't be THAT expensive if I had seen a doctor at the hospital.. I would rather get admitted into a ward and have them draw my blood to confirm the diagnosis. But noooo....I had to be all lazy and go to the doctor right opposite of my block. So there I went looking like dark vader with my N95 calling my dad saying what the doctor had said. I'm such a blabber mouth when I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be turning 20 this year right? But I'm treated like a 6 year old whenever I'm sick. My dad will never fail to get me my favourite apple juice (which by the way is meant only for his princess) hahaha.. and now that Mama is in SG, she woke up early in the morning (which is rare for her whenever in SG) and cooked me fish porridge. Eventhough she had a busy schedule, she even drove from Jurong to Woodlands just to give me the porridge. (which by the way was put in nicely into 2 containers..Lunch and Dinner) She kept going 'Be careful...there are fish bones'&lt;br /&gt;My younger sisters rolled their eyes and went 'Ma! you nvr made us porridge when we're sick in Aberdeen!' Im turning 20 and my parents dote on me so much. You could see the worry in their faces whenever I turn sick. Mama kept looking at me eat as if I'd die choking from a fish bone. It's mean to say this but when I was a child, I'd always like to think myself as the favourite child. :)   I love my family to death. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be attending school tomorrow! I'm so psyched coz I scored an AD for DDD's retest! OMG! I was all flunked out when Faz told me the news.. If I had studied better, I'd probably aced the previous paper. No need for regrets..I'm just so happy with myself. Off to school tmr and sleepover at my house in Jurong on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY AIL!!&lt;br /&gt;Love you loads my backyard-crying-drooling over hothunks-girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;aka, the partner in crime. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you lovely people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-7400886902764431042?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/7400886902764431042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=7400886902764431042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7400886902764431042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7400886902764431042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/07/dumb-blogger.html' title='Dumb Blogger'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-6604384476260457113</id><published>2009-07-13T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T06:37:05.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah</title><content type='html'>Hello people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since I updated! So much has happened and I'm trying to catch up with time coz it's passing by SO FAST right now! So here's a proper update of what has been happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;3/07/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama and my siblings came down to Singapore!!! They surprised me coz they didn't mentioned the date that they were going to land in Singapore. The weird thing was that the night before, I dreamt that they did arrive in Singapore and were quarantined at my house in Jurong. Guess our bond is so strong that I'm given psychic powers.. Wooo~ (nonsense) Met up with them and had a family reunion with the WHOLE family at Sengkang where we celebrated my Busu's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these past week, I've been sleeping over at Jurong during the weekends and like I promised, have been spending more time with Mama and Azman. No need to say about the sisters coz we're practically stuck to one another. Azman is soooo handsome now! Seriously! Will take a picture of him soon and show it to you guys. I bet he'll grow up to melt every girl's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke again this month coz of taxi fare. Jeezzz... Coz the family wants to go somewhere and me being the Singaporean that I am.. I'm clueless about the route in Singapore. :S So what else? Taxi it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=6576_102159230764_617760764_2265582.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/6576_102159230764_617760764_2265582.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=6576_102158955764_617760764_2265532.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/6576_102158955764_617760764_2265532.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC_0018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School wise, I feel that I need to push myself up due to the fact that I'm finishing school by the end of August and I'm off for my 6 months attachments! Can't even believe that I'm going to work next year and be an old hag, having to pay taxes and whatnot. 2 years working and insyaallah, I'll take my degree after that or maybe an advance diploma in Neurology or Cardiology. Seriously, I'd rather study than to work. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Up!&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a flea &lt;strong&gt;this coming Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;! To all those who are free, do come down to support! It'll be held at &lt;strong&gt;SMU Concourse&lt;/strong&gt;. Here's a map to guide you.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be held from &lt;strong&gt;1pm &lt;/strong&gt;all the way to &lt;strong&gt;8pm&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/Sls3aSLMcuI/AAAAAAAAAzg/6FWmsuX7yGM/s1600-h/6413_1187815780645_1385825551_30508510_5221444_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357937106382254818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/Sls3aSLMcuI/AAAAAAAAAzg/6FWmsuX7yGM/s320/6413_1187815780645_1385825551_30508510_5221444_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=6413_1187815780645_1385825551_30508.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=6413_1187815740644_1385825551_30508.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/Sls3akLVn4I/AAAAAAAAAzo/BB0UxIrPevA/s1600-h/6413_1187815740644_1385825551_30508509_2824456_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357937111214694274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/Sls3akLVn4I/AAAAAAAAAzo/BB0UxIrPevA/s320/6413_1187815740644_1385825551_30508509_2824456_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, to you.. (you know who you are :) Thank you for being so nice to my family and myself. Like getting us Macdonalds in the middle of the night and accompanying my and sha2 to watch over Azman. (playing Wii game with the smagat face of yours) hahaha! So yeah, I appreciate every single bit of it. Next up, the Flyer? :)&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/4297311571904520738-6604384476260457113?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/6604384476260457113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=6604384476260457113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6604384476260457113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6604384476260457113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/07/alhamdulillah.html' title='Alhamdulillah'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/Sls3aSLMcuI/AAAAAAAAAzg/6FWmsuX7yGM/s72-c/6413_1187815780645_1385825551_30508510_5221444_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-6891532980814216532</id><published>2009-06-28T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T09:00:54.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through The Night</title><content type='html'>School reopens tomorrow and I have this mixed feelings. I want to go to school badly but at the same time, I'll miss the comfort of my bedroom and a book to read with all the spare time. Food has been like a delightful sin now, stuffing myself with snacks and meals that seem unlimited. Been trying to lose some kilos and this just happens to add more than what I lost. :S But hey, been much more appreciative of my curves.. Used to beat myself mentally about my size but with some smacks from theBestGF, KimK, Kimora and a paticular person *winks*, I am so overwhelmed with myself. I can go to the extent of looking in the mirror and gloating to myself. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've reread Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn during my 2weeks of holiday.. I can never seem to get over the fact how beautiful these vampires and even Jacob Black seem to be in my imgination. If you were to ask me, I'd prefer Jacob to Edward. Coz Jacob is just so... un-ruled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3592140745_5966cc5a62.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/3592140745_5966cc5a62.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3506034129_2f6044629d.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/3506034129_2f6044629d.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Bout It??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-6891532980814216532?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/6891532980814216532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=6891532980814216532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6891532980814216532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6891532980814216532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/06/through-night.html' title='Through The Night'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-2267340955726668127</id><published>2009-06-24T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T04:21:28.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamcatcher.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n671848533_1423146_1796241.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/n671848533_1423146_1796241.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I got to meet you, after so long.. I was delirious when we got to talk and had some laughs. Words could not describe my feelings at that time as surely it was impossible.. Then it was time for you to leave and the disappointment on my face was crystal, so you walked up behind me while I was sitting and you whispered into my ear something that made me smile ever so widely but instead of turning to give back my response, I woke up from that dream.. Wishing it was reality. Coz when you whispered to me, it felt so real. So genuine.. I guess I've missed you dearly till you often surprise me whenever I close my eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's true..&lt;br /&gt;I do miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-2267340955726668127?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/2267340955726668127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=2267340955726668127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/2267340955726668127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/2267340955726668127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/06/alas-i-got-to-meet-you-after-so-long.html' title='Dreamcatcher.'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-8711059108456787694</id><published>2009-06-21T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T07:12:00.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>All of a sudden a shroud of grief and sadness overwhelms and I'm unsure why I am feeling this way right now. As if the throat is tight and a whimper pleads to escape, dying to unleash into a cry. I hate this feeling... This feeling that was supposedly to be extinct a few years back. I hate this feeling. It's haunting and finding out other facts doesn't seem to help either. This daunting stranger is back, having escaped from the back of my mind is now laughing in pure mockery while it sits in this chair in front of me. No it's not an illusion, neither is it a ghost.. This torture that faces me right now is a part of me.. And I don't know how to banish it for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For such a long while, this moment..&lt;br /&gt;I really do feel alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-8711059108456787694?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/8711059108456787694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=8711059108456787694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/8711059108456787694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/8711059108456787694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/06/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-8133083076944594067</id><published>2009-06-20T19:52:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:07:41.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Until The End Of Time</title><content type='html'>Previous post are the pictures taken from Melaka and Langkawi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday has been busy coz directly after my Langkawi trip, I had to pack and leave for Melaka.. but hey, it was worth it! So here's a re-cap of my trips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Langkawi &lt;/span&gt;was not what I'd call a real adventure trip coz seriously, there was a whole lot of comfort.. I ws expecting tents or at least a run-down motel. hahaha.. call me sick or whatever, I wanted to be in a hard situation. But hey, it was awesome! I got acquinted with a whole lot of people and had SO MUCH FUN! Most of the time I was laughing my head off and turning red in the face. Had trekking the 1st day to the 7Wells. (it wasn't even a trek! just to go up a steep road -.-) That part I was disappointed coz I was expecting TREKKING not WALKING. 2nd day was awesome! Took a ferry ride to Coral Island (been there before) and snorkelled. Some of us felt there was no push to that and decided to pay extra to get dumped in the middle of the sea where the waves were chopping and snorkelled there. I swan 1.5km to shore! 1.5km!!! On the last day, we ventured in a Bats' Cave and mangrove swamp. The eagles there were so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;How can I not turn dark with all those activities??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malacca&lt;/span&gt; was 2 days after my Langkawi trip. It was more relaxing and most of the time it was swimming or EATING. hahaha.. I had my crab! yummeh! The shopping malls weren't pulling my attention but I managed to get a top frm Mango. Had more of a family time there and we were 1 big happy family.. Loved every second of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..during my Langkawi trip, something happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY iTOUCH GOT STOLEN LA SEYY!!!!! WTH???? I was so sad but didnt want to bring down the mood of my fellow students since I was one of the student leaders.. Had to just enjoy myself and curse the person to die a thousand deaths in my thoughts.. Oh well....I'll get another one I guess? 3 more months of saving up my money.... -.- or rather I'll just get my own laptop! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here beautiful people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;TheGirlWhoCan'tBeBotheredAnymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-8133083076944594067?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/8133083076944594067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=8133083076944594067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/8133083076944594067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/8133083076944594067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/06/until-end-of-time.html' title='Until The End Of Time'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-7101139451541126093</id><published>2009-06-20T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T08:07:06.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/Sjz5gqDgt4I/AAAAAAAAAy0/vM_eJwopIGU/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/Sjz1qdQJBhI/AAAAAAAAAxM/5LRDXgucVrw/s320/4791_92766543959_621573959_1843769_8235968_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349420567164945938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/Sjz1qQoTSTI/AAAAAAAAAxE/0QyFqA82a3A/s1600-h/4278_1103428717725_1586957087_224685_2049732_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/Sjz1qQoTSTI/AAAAAAAAAxE/0QyFqA82a3A/s320/4278_1103428717725_1586957087_224685_2049732_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349420563776620850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-7101139451541126093?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/7101139451541126093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=7101139451541126093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7101139451541126093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7101139451541126093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/06/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/Sjz5gqDgt4I/AAAAAAAAAy0/vM_eJwopIGU/s72-c/IMG_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-3777672567792875958</id><published>2009-06-09T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T06:40:47.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BROKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01411.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01411.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is so shagged. I look like a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially broke now..so broke that if I have 5bucks now, I will declare myself rich. I need to stop buying stuff whenever I think they're cute or nice or gorgeous. I've already laid out a plan to be on shopping rehab till August or September unless there's a need to. Laugh all you want coz I, myself, think it's near impossible.. BUT when there's a will, there's a way. Or rather... 'now when you're broke, you say this...wait till you got money ahhhh!'   o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having 2 common test papers tmr and I feel like it's the end of the world. This is just a temporary rest..Will bury myself in books straight after this slight release of hoohaas. I still can't believe I'm in my 3rd year and it's scary that soon. I'll graduate and working life is calling me coz honestly, I'm really not looking forward to being an adult with all those money and responsibilities. No, I'm not spoilt..It's just that life is harsh, and in SG, money makes your world go round. I don't believe in the saying 'All you need is love, money comes later' Let me give you a narrow spectrum of thought on this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLCRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, whatthehell are you going to live on? Eat on? Sleep on? Love? I used to be one of those no-brainer thinking that love is all I need. o.O   Lucky for me, reality slapped me hard on the face, gorged my eyeballs and soaked them in chlorine so that I'm able to see reality as it is. Bullocks.. Full of bullocks. Tsktsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about love.. I seem to be in this position where it feels like an enigmatic topic. Where I find trust and rapport to be so hard to have with those new 'friends'. I'll usually shrug it off when I think it's going in a direction where the guy seem to want to get closer. I've had guys telling me I give them the cold shoulder and show no interest that I seem to be 'weird'.. Haha. I'm still straight. Just that I have boulders up..wayyyy up. Inability to let the rope go? Or just plain afraid? Or just plainly uninterested? I'm sceptical of it myself.. Don't go climbing mountains.. When you're unsure of how prepared you are.. :) Right now, I think I'm happy with the way things are..but memories still do linger and the longing is there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my babies on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01420.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01420.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is Pip aka the 'Brainy one'. She's super duper hyperactive and runs around for no reason at all. But I love you still you whacko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01427.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01427.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The princess, Smartie. She LOVES to SLEEP..Wakes me up at 3 in the morning just so she can sleep on my pillows, leaving me with a bad neck ache in the morning. Pampered girl.... She loves to be cuddled. She randomly laid on Haleem's laptop and fell asleep... Like I said, she's the princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;WillYouMissMeWhileI'mGone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-3777672567792875958?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/3777672567792875958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=3777672567792875958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/3777672567792875958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/3777672567792875958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/06/broke.html' title='BROKE'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-5368865864161112075</id><published>2009-06-04T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:15:37.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ButtAche</title><content type='html'>In school right now and I'm sitting on the bench in front of the bookshop.. I've been sitting for almost 3hours doing the FYP project with my group and I swear that the butt is so sore that my nerves will die and my butt will grow numb. Probably people who walk past are thing I'm one of those people who are rejected from society, sitting all alone and listening to Whitney Houston daydreaming I'm doing a duet with Taufik Batisah... HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had my driving prac AT LAST and I was all excited. Seriously, driving is a big heap of fun. To hell with the big L on the front and back of the car.. Supposedly it's not meant to let people know ur taking ur license but rather a big L to signify,  'LOSER'. Like wherever you go, people are laughing coz there's a big L on your trunk.. Whispering..' LOSER' in the back of their minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I just shifted my butt and it doesn't hurt that bad.. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irrelevant, probably it is.. but for me, it's a relieve... Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh! I passed my school's practical test.. Tracheostomy dressing. To those who are wondering what the heck is that, just remain clueless. :) All's left is my common tests next week. Got the tips, got the books, got the brain..Did some revision during my breaks. Good girl I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Langkawi next week. *does the hippo cartwheels* So on friday evening I'll be leaving SG to bask in the fun waiting in Langkawi. Will be back on the 16th and leaving once again on the 18th to Melaka. This is the busiest holiday I've EVER had. 2 trips in 2 weeks.. hurhur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been so torturing these weeks. God.. I feel like a chicken in the oven just waiting to be roasted crusty. :S Heatwave, please do go away and let the rain pour down. I just want to play and laugh in the rain right now. I miss the rain so badly. Bloody global warming. Sheeshhh. Hot weather=people sweating=smelly and weird smells=bad odour in lecture/tutorial sessions.. Seriously, it's sooo bad I feel like throwing up and making weird and funny facial expressions.. but of course I won't...Well, not YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta continue with FYP.. Will write again soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;TheGirlWhoWearsItOnHerWristEverydayNow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-5368865864161112075?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/5368865864161112075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=5368865864161112075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/5368865864161112075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/5368865864161112075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/06/buttache.html' title='ButtAche'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-4273604499471667007</id><published>2009-05-31T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T06:28:37.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00510.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC00510.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00512.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC00512.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Bout Us Freaky Girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets update about a few things since I am bored to death right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, Langkawi Pre-trip went well. Alhamdulillah.. There wer a few hiccups but the student leaders got through them and let's say, the people going for the trip make quite a good company. :) It rained yesterday so people managed to see my hair tranform for silky straight to bouncy2 curls.. Which ended up a frizz due to the humidity.. Urgghhh..So people, dont bother tagging me in FB coz I was a wreck on that day. And we had to go to Vivo after that. I walked around looking on the ground or concentrating on talking to my friends coz I knew i looked horrible then. Not to mention I headed down to Jurong Point to meet my family for dinner afterwards. Seriously, people would mistake me for an Indonesian maid, holding Aqil's hand and feeding him. Either a maid or a mother who has no time wadsoever to even take a look at herself in the mirror. UGGLLYY! The moment I woke up today my thighs were screaming coz I was on patrol yesterday.. So up and down mount faber and Hort Park bridge..great exercise but horrible face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too shagged today, woke up later than the usual timing.. Had a cold shower and got into my most comfortable tshirt and shorts. Managed to clean the house and watched 3 online movies. Not to mention I ate a whole lot. Nestum for breakfast, cake after that... Maggi for dinner and chocolates in between. 0.O I swear people would mistake me for Shrek.. Watched Fast&amp;amp;Furious, Obsessed and now waiting for Prison Break to upload.. I'd rate obsessed 2/5 popcorns coz it seemed tooo predictable and boring. But hell, did I love the part where Beyonce kicked Ali Carter's butt. Makes me proud to be a fleshy girl coz hell yeah we can kick some skinny ass-ed chick. =) Not that I want to right now....Hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this particular guy just got in my nerves. With all the msgs and calls which I never seem to reply.. I mean seriously, you think you're some hot shot wanting 2 girls at 1 go? Get a clue olready when a girl isn't interested..Even if you'd just want to be friends..Coz boy, you've crossed the line already.. Don't think of doing a U-turn. Thinking you're able to see a person's character after only a few days? You don't even know me, so don't act like you do. And don't act like you give a shit puhlease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;TheGirlWhoIsn'tAfraidToLetLoose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-4273604499471667007?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/4273604499471667007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=4273604499471667007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4273604499471667007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4273604499471667007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-bout-us-freaky-girls-lets-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-4901458353446855318</id><published>2009-05-25T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T08:37:16.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The day was unlike the ones I would've call, normal. There was an air of glum around everyone. Seeing some behaving post-breakup wise, made me ponder for a moment. I even sulked along for a minute.. I asked myself, did I react the way they did after a traumatising breakup? Or was I stronger or was I weaker? I couldnt say words to console coz I knew the answer would be that nothing could bring back the sunrise after the sun had just diminished. I thought, was I that empty? Was I that blue? Truth is, I never want to remember the old me.. the one who plunged into sadness and felt nauseous whenever she saw food on the plate even when she'd not eaten. She'd eat herself inside out, not wanting to give out her hand to those who wanted to help. She wanted to just sink into the blue. Never do I want to return back into that state.. Never. I've never been much more in love with myself now. I appreciate myself and no longer do I feel like punishing myself for the way I look, I talk, I laugh, I cry. I do things to make myself much happier. Post break up is never a pot of gold. It never was and never will be. To lose on someone whom you thought was the last,is excruciating.. When the heart feels like it's squeezing itself till you feel this painful, tightness in your chest. And all you do is break down, disintegrate till you think you can not crumble further.. To those who've fallen, it's time to rise.. The sun never really disintergrate, you just looked at the other direction and chose to look at the sunset instead of the beautiful sunrise.. Cheer up.. Life was never made to make you suffer...    :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Faz and I talked about a certain topic and I remembered those days where I felt like you had me leashed. I would obey to your every command and when you snapped, just like child, all I did was give out a little whimper. You had me. With the harsh words you've never seemed to consider, you did penetrate through this weak heart. Eventhough I thought the least was gone, but the collar remains there. Just a tug, I find myself following obediently behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................................&lt;br /&gt;...............................&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeema is so emo now...Sheeshhhhhkebabbbssss! Waddaheck! I'm happy now. Like 'hey diddle, diddle, the cat and the fiddle..the cow jumped over the moon' happy. Why? Coz I got myself a pair of awesome heels! Yeehaaaa!! Tomorrow is my interview and i got my clothes set, my shoe kept in its box and attidtude all fiesty! Im sooo gonna rock the interview!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo,&lt;br /&gt;TheGirlWhoSufferedBeingBesideYou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the -ed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-4901458353446855318?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/4901458353446855318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=4901458353446855318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4901458353446855318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4901458353446855318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-was-unlike-ones-i-wouldve-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-4601152416126401311</id><published>2009-05-21T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T06:56:30.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n677263037_1868777_646829.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/n677263037_1868777_646829.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2 months time, I'll be reunited with my family again and I'm so so so soooooooooooo looking forward to hug them till they turn blue. It's sucky when you only get updates either through MSN or FB.. But seeing them well, just makes me smile from ear to ear. I Love You guys from the deepest depths of this heart of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been quite fun these days, I don't really dread to go to school like how I used to in the 1st few weeks. I guess the blues have filtered away. Plus I'm dead tired.. Feels like I can go bazoookaas and around the campus screaming ' I AM MARRIED TO TENGKU MIZAN!' Don't ask me who..even I'm unsure who he is.. Mizan just told me there is such a Tengku in Malaysia.. Speaking of Mizan, he's sweet enough to post up a photo album for me in his FB account. (minus the condom cap of course...nononono it's not wad u guys think, it's just a cap used to highlight the hair) So here's a THANK YOU to the boy whom I meet everyday of the weekdays. Seriously, he is gonna make me fatter than I already am. Imagine, if I see him in school 3 times a day, he'll drag me to the foodcourt to eat. How to get a boyfriend if I'm so fat?? Tell me? hahaha.. but the both of us are addited to the 90cents Ice Kacang. And we have our personalised fillings and toppings. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, me and Faz have a new hang out spot in school to go to when we have our breaks and it's seriously fun coz we get free sodas and have fun. Made a new friend summore... *wags eyesbrows* Especially when the person decides to make a fool out of the both of us. (face smacking fortune teller?) Heebeejeebees..and the blablabla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever~ I love Travis&lt;br /&gt;Mere Tuum Seyy Pyaarr Heyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-4601152416126401311?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/4601152416126401311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=4601152416126401311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4601152416126401311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4601152416126401311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-addiction.html' title='New Addiction'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-4840032820572703497</id><published>2009-05-13T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T05:58:16.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STAT!</title><content type='html'>HS's newsletter is out and I'm quite glad of its outcome eventhought the road to get to the end was a rough one. I almost forgotten about my input in the magazine.. I reread the section and grew slightly quiet coz it happened to be from a book where I trashed out my feelings.. I jokingly said to my Faz, 'Wahhh..my article mcm buat this page emo siaaaa.' I knew she understood my words but yeah, the students who might not knw me might be possibly thinking that I'm one emo-shitty girl.. Well, heck with that, it was an outburst of emotions..So deal with it suckassss! hhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/Sgq8Al-3-dI/AAAAAAAAAwk/VE4lgZRk5eo/s1600-h/IMG_1334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335283426955622866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/Sgq8Al-3-dI/AAAAAAAAAwk/VE4lgZRk5eo/s320/IMG_1334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/Sgq8AxIEJVI/AAAAAAAAAws/FVDy0d3oM2Y/s1600-h/IMG_1336.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/Sgq8AxIEJVI/AAAAAAAAAws/FVDy0d3oM2Y/s1600-h/IMG_1336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335283429946959186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/Sgq8AxIEJVI/AAAAAAAAAws/FVDy0d3oM2Y/s320/IMG_1336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/Sgq8BNSa-7I/AAAAAAAAAw0/EhWRWq2VQcA/s1600-h/IMG_1337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335283437506591666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/Sgq8BNSa-7I/AAAAAAAAAw0/EhWRWq2VQcA/s320/IMG_1337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/Sgq8BbwirxI/AAAAAAAAAw8/5Q8gJ0FbG2I/s1600-h/IMG_1341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335283441391021842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/Sgq8BbwirxI/AAAAAAAAAw8/5Q8gJ0FbG2I/s320/IMG_1341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This June I'm going off to Langkawi for a school adventure trip! I know TheBestGF is probably jealous as hell now.. *grins* So I've been designated to be one of the student leaders and there was only one word going in Faziellah's and my mind... MAYHEM! Eventhough I know it'll be very tiring and time consuming, there'll be a subsidy for the student leaders..So that's my motivation.  :)   &lt;br /&gt;The leader for my FYP group.&lt;br /&gt;One of the student leaders for Langkawi.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps participate in my graduation video.&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very tired Zeema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, it's my final year and I want to make the best out of it. And it'll look good in my resume.. Speaking of which, I'm updating my blog when I'm supposed to do my resume for WPD. Having this 'job interview' practical test on the 26th. I so have to shop for a formal wear! Sheila Sabri, be my advisor! :)  People in case you need a self esteem boost, Sheila Sabri is the one to go to.. She'll make you feel fabulous like Kim Kardashian! HAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a crush....&lt;br /&gt;My freshie freshie's fly... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-4840032820572703497?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/4840032820572703497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=4840032820572703497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4840032820572703497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4840032820572703497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/05/stat.html' title='STAT!'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/Sgq8Al-3-dI/AAAAAAAAAwk/VE4lgZRk5eo/s72-c/IMG_1334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-2011841691118352543</id><published>2009-05-09T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:34:12.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Post of the night!</title><content type='html'>It's the 2nd post this night and instead of promoting onestopfashion, I'll do a proper update.. Eventhough I know no one is reading this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up early and was still super shagged from the hours I spend in school. Seriously, 8-6? It's a suicide mission. So yeah, babysat the FatBoy and all I could think of was to get a short nap. The tired-ness grew too extreme that I got this horrible headache where it felt like there was a boulder resting on my head.. So I took a short nap in the afternoon, and voala! Refreshed! That was the first time I ever had a headache due to lethargy... I sleep early but school is seriously draining the hell out of me.. Like what my elder cousin told me.. 'At the peak of 20, your brain cells will start to deplete rapidly'  So I guess I'll be demoted into an idiot in no time..  Hah! Nowadays, I wake up wishing I don't have to attend school.. But hey, I got to get that diploma. Just a few more months, it'll be in my grasp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt vs Joy.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why I find myself in this particular position for the past years. Is fate toying around or simply am I a tad too naive? Whatever it is, I am joyous for the moment and as selfish as it is, I find no reason to pile on the guilt when I know the particular other isn't behaving either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue to be brought up,I know of a person who is being 'threatened' by a group of hooligans. Seriously, I see no upside in being a bloody imbecile who goes around calling their victims in the middle of the night to put across their threats like, 'kau jage ah...aku kasi kau warning eh pompan..besok kau tk selamat' -.-   What? Before you decide to bash your innocent victim, it's best to 'warn' them of your scary motives.. Grow up.. We're already a minority in this country..and you decide to make this ugly impression of us? Grow up. Get a job if you don't wish to educate yourself further.. Get yourself a paycheck so at least you can pay your hp bills which you use to do these 'warning' calls.. Imbeciles......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push that aside, I is happy now. Yesterday's chat kept replaying over and over and I find myself talking to the walls and laughing whole heartedly. Silly girl... Silly games.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-2011841691118352543?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/2011841691118352543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=2011841691118352543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/2011841691118352543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/2011841691118352543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/05/2nd-post-of-night.html' title='2nd Post of the night!'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-8396970812614687961</id><published>2009-05-09T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T05:03:41.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boys have soccer, girls have shopping... Why the random saying? Well, here's the thing, my aunt has just vamped up her online shop with a fabulous variety of Bags, accessories, tops and dresses! I love em' and getting some myself! To purchase, there has to be a minimum buy of 6 pieces.. So if you're a shopaholic like me, get all 6 for urself OR buy with your friend/s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few peeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=prada-300.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/prada-300.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prada anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=TIFFANY-124.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/TIFFANY-124.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every girl needs her charmbracelet..Especially when it's frm Tiffany's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=20090408032504877.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/20090408032504877.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5341-pro.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/5341-pro.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=4962-pro.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/4962-pro.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=4951-pro.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/4951-pro.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1581-pro.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/1581-pro.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1301-pro.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/1301-pro.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://onestopfashion.multiply.com/journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-8396970812614687961?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/8396970812614687961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=8396970812614687961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/8396970812614687961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/8396970812614687961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/05/boys-have-soccer-girls-have-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-766434115198192690</id><published>2009-05-08T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:20:19.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My eyes feel like they weigh a tonne right now. I seriously think of rebonding my hair since I have to wake up 5.30 in the morning just to do my friggin hair. -.- Who wakes up at 5.30AM to do their friggin hair? I regret x 1 gabillion gajillion times rebonding my hair when my natural waves were nice enough. Gatal betol... So perhaps I'll save up some money to straighten my hair...or maybe just leave it as it is... tired. tired. tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been draining the very soul out of me. Hopefully it'll be all good in the end... Cnt wait for my post PRCP holidays! I need a hell of a vacation before officially going to the work force. Aberdeen..here i come! I need summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webcamming has never been so fun..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm laughing till my face bursts into red..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;thegirlwhoislethargic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-766434115198192690?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/766434115198192690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=766434115198192690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/766434115198192690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/766434115198192690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-eyes-feel-like-they-weigh-tonne.html' title=''/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-1653662083762112817</id><published>2009-05-04T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T07:33:01.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stone-d</title><content type='html'>School was horribly mundane today and it seemed like everyone had their moods switched to the downside. Including myself.. So throughout the day, I daydreamed and had difficulty communicating with others especially in lass where I was the blurr sotong of the day. From a bad hair day, to my 'feel fat day'.. The ying yang in me was a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost suffered a major heart attack when Travis died on me on the way home.. I swear I was so worried.. My boyfriend died on me.. 0.0 So, I acted rationally and decided to do all the panicking at home.. NEVER, i repeat, NEVER have I ran for a bus... I should've followed my strict rules coz I RAN and THE BLOODY BUS WENT OFF WHEN I WAS JUST BESIDE IT! 0.o I kept cussing in my head...Even the makcik wearing tudong was venting out her anger.. So I went home, all pissed off and was looking for an Apple Outlet while calling up my superhero, Aisyatus... And taadaaaa!! Travis came on alive! :) I is soooo happy.... So thank you Esah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate weekdays now due to waking up at 5.30am so that I can make it in time for my 8am classes, which happens to be 4 out of the 5 days. My dearest eyebags have been growing like woahh... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a laugh after viewing the results for my quiz in FB.. Everyone except 1, thought that I favoured my lips most. I don't even make an effort to put on lipgloss..:S most of my effort goes to my eyes waddd... And ALL assumed that I would want to travel to Milan. I mean, of COURSE I would want to go to Milan...But NOW, I'd like to visit my family in Aberdeen, Scotland. Good guesses though... My big time disappointment, is I FAILED IN SHEILA'S QUIZ!!! 3 out of 7!!!! She's my BESTGF. I've known her for almost 9 years... I feel like jumping off the KLCC now.. Mcm sooo baddddd... I feel like I cheated on you darling.... Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had so much to update abou earlier..But a certain statement blew my top...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A walking contradiction&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But hell, I'm happily talking on the phone! BOO YAAAA! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-1653662083762112817?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/1653662083762112817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=1653662083762112817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/1653662083762112817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/1653662083762112817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/05/stone-d.html' title='Stone-d'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-5241389344268773320</id><published>2009-05-01T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T06:01:06.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves Being iTouched</title><content type='html'>I have a new boyfriend. He treats me right,gives me his 24/7 undivided attention and is never selfish... Even though this love has just bloomed, I know it'll last.. Im going to love u long time baby... A plus is, he's from the US... I love Travis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello2... I'm ready to shave my head and sink into a depressed Britney episode. Why? Coz I have a simulation prac on Monday and I have no idea whatsoever on the medication part coz I'm taking NS5 next semester. Crap. Crap. Crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/Sfrslj6B0DI/AAAAAAAAAwc/21cQ_xqRgiw/s1600-h/IMG_1336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330833238984347698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/Sfrslj6B0DI/AAAAAAAAAwc/21cQ_xqRgiw/s320/IMG_1336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my TimeTable. Wouldn't you feel like jumping of a 20storey building if you were me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SfrslchKhOI/AAAAAAAAAwU/aQDyAr2qf7o/s1600-h/IMG_1334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330833237001012450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SfrslchKhOI/AAAAAAAAAwU/aQDyAr2qf7o/s320/IMG_1334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my Travis! Isn't he gorgeous? He even has my face on the screen so he thinks of me 24/7! Yes.. I got my iTouch. It's full of games and I'm so addicted to them! I wouldn't mind growing into an old maid, as long as I have my iTouch. :) I'm in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being so obnoxious boy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-5241389344268773320?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/5241389344268773320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=5241389344268773320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/5241389344268773320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/5241389344268773320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/05/loves-being-itouched.html' title='Loves Being iTouched'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/Sfrslj6B0DI/AAAAAAAAAwc/21cQ_xqRgiw/s72-c/IMG_1336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-7281959080463566591</id><published>2009-04-22T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T05:21:45.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pemalasss</title><content type='html'>There were many instances where I felt like updating my blog but once I've signed in, the lazy-o-meter went to the extremes. -.- pemalas mcm badak sembu betol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, the FOC camp was an awesome one! It was the first time I'm the one who, alongside with others, handle a group of freshmen. This year, there appeared to be more scholars and they were seriously oblivious to what we Singaporeans find normal.. Like cheers and our -.- forfeits.. Hahaha.. Like for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zima: Apollo! Ok, right now we have to come out with a cheer for the cheer competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scholars: 0.0 Whhhaaat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zima:Cheers? You guys don't knw what's a cheer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scholars: *confuse and sememek expression* nooooo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The expression on their faces was priceless when we made them do forfeits which were obviously, for our humour.. :) And I could tell they wwere horrified of the wet and dirty games.. It's like seeing Medusa with her hair all snake-y..&lt;br /&gt;So during the 2nd day, when we were cleaning up the field after the wet/dirty games, Khai and Abu decided to pour a pail of smelly, disgusting, full-of-sand, goo-ey, thick and did I mention smelly mud all over me. This is my very FIRST time to get saboed this badly. Not forgetting, THANKS EH FAZ for pulling me to a corner! Baik ah! hahahaha! When the mud dried up, I swear my hair felt like it weighed a tonne..and! full of sand! -.- So there I went shampoo-ing my hair for 4 times that night. So here's a big THANK YOU to Abu and Khai.. I will beso grateful till the day I die! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01328.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01329.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01333.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01334.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01337.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01336.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01338.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01339.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01340.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01352.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01353.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the 3rd day of school,I'm already dreading my modules. Especially FYP. 0.0 Research!? I'm just not looking forward coz I'm afraid of poor response.. :s Enlighten me ok public people?&lt;br /&gt;Been meeting Mizan consectively thses 3 days..At last! After how many months of not jumpe-ing.. Funny guy laa..Esp when the phone rings. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Aqilfatfat.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/Aqilfatfat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01439.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCF5934.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSCF5934.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1310.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/IMG_1310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1302.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/IMG_1302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to Monday...&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing....:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ipodtouch_image2_20080909.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/ipodtouch_image2_20080909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah! I'm getting mine on Monday! It's booked and all I have to do is to collect it. I'm sooo doing the Soulja boy dance..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-7281959080463566591?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/7281959080463566591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=7281959080463566591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7281959080463566591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7281959080463566591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/04/pemalasss.html' title='Pemalasss'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-4012340750559975906</id><published>2009-04-14T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T02:35:44.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Never Play on Broken Strings</title><content type='html'>It's a never ending perplex world we live in. Where you feel ripped between responsibility and following your own free will. It's heartbreaking when you say that you need me and wish I could end your loneliness.. It seriously does. But on the other hand, there is another rope pulling me, and that is what I term 'choice'. I know I am the only girl you have right now with you, and I'm uncertain if I'm being selfish by listening to my own needs or do my part, a responsiblity if you'd like to call it. I seriously love you from the deepest depth of my heart, but I've been there and instead, I was the one feeling lonely. I was the one left in a world where I tended to myself. Right now, where I am, life couldn't be more happier for me. You know you'll always be my number 1 man in my heart.. But to accept your offer, it's just a little harder than it is. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No matter what, you're my man, Ayah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished reading Eclipse and Breaking Dawn.. the ending is a wee bit disappointing coz I expecteda bit more of zest. (not letting any hints out for the ones who've not read them yet) So yeah, I'm very picky when it comes to a story plot.. finished them just in time, coz starting from tomorrow, I will be one busy FAT bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suddenly so random coz I'd like to share abit on why I LOVE Sheila Sabri so much! 1stly, we've been friends since primary school and that makes it like 8 years...She's been a REALLY REALLY great girlfriend and that is why she's voted the BestGirlFriend! She's been my magic mirror, like the one in SnowWhite. hehehe! She makes me feel good about myself.. when I feel so lowww, she'll carry me up in a way no one else can. I think without her, I'd be a depressed girl and wishing I'd have money for an extreme makeover..all plastic surgery and all that rubbish. So, Im grateful that you're my BestGirlFriend darling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3055_1116812646270_1405602721_30324.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/3055_1116812646270_1405602721_30324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;TheGirlWhoLovesLove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-4012340750559975906?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/4012340750559975906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=4012340750559975906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4012340750559975906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4012340750559975906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-can-never-play-on-broken-strings.html' title='You Can Never Play on Broken Strings'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-6837752756160819306</id><published>2009-04-13T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:00:16.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause-Ins</title><content type='html'>Hello love,&lt;br /&gt;It's been hell of a while since I last updated this shaggy blog of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st up, I've been really2 busy with school. Helping around to make videos for the upcoming Yr1 and Yr2 and upcoming is the 3D2N Freshmen Camp. It's been awhile since I was involved in a camp, so woopedeedoo me! Hopefully, the people will be as enthusiastic as how I am right now. If not, I'll hit their behinds with pitchforks. The OutReach programme with the JurongVille students were quite smooth, my only thumbsdown was the awful stench of secondary school odour ans sock sedap like hell smell.. Other than the usual abengs-nk-act-cool and over-enthusiastic-good2twoshoes, it was quite fun. :) I got fun + Mcdonalds+PizzaHut+Home-Made food meals at the same time. How delightful! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving has been a breeze and it's super fun! I can drive the whole day! Only today's session I was too beat for it, but I did got a few laughs with the awesome instructor.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=3055_1116812646270_1405602721_30324.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/3055_1116812646270_1405602721_30324.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING WITH MY BESTGIRLFRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=n671848533_1562358_3411657.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/n671848533_1562358_3411657.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy coz I look goooooddd... HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=PICT4896.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/PICT4896.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_1313.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/IMG_1313.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 BIG HAPPY family! (Look at fatboy's pose.) tsktsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_1321.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/IMG_1321.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my time with you...&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I couldnt let you go.. Not even for a minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-6837752756160819306?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/6837752756160819306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=6837752756160819306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6837752756160819306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6837752756160819306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/04/cause-ins.html' title='Cause-Ins'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-539909697231874799</id><published>2009-04-07T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T06:44:53.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zima Ada Rock!</title><content type='html'>So, Im organizing a pinic for the BIG family. I've been calling and calling pple with my HANDPHONE. Seriously, i think I deserve a medal or something&lt;br /&gt;Single handedly planning and calling the BIG family. BIG ok. We're like a new gangsta frensta! -.- We tha ChunkyButts!We cool..We from tha hood! HAHAHAHAHA. Zeema, stop it siaaaakkkk..Like how my uncle goes, apa SIAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. -.- I still have some organizing to do.. Hopefully, the clouds don't go heavy and the sun can shine like a bald man's head. Wadever it is, Zeema Ada ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheila and I had our usual crap session with the webcam..And this time, We had a hairdo session:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-amy winehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=Untitled3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/Untitled3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-american girls with high ponytails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=Untitled4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/Untitled4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-menyampah girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=Untitled6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/Untitled6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i was singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAY=TKDE KERJE=MAYHEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anihoots, im chatting with my sisters!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SdtYfbTjz7I/AAAAAAAAAvk/KRg5YAR3Wbo/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SdtYfbTjz7I/AAAAAAAAAvk/KRg5YAR3Wbo/s320/9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321944681597358002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me how can not miss them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE YA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-539909697231874799?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/539909697231874799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=539909697231874799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/539909697231874799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/539909697231874799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/04/zima-ada-rock.html' title='Zima Ada Rock!'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SdtYfbTjz7I/AAAAAAAAAvk/KRg5YAR3Wbo/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-3822137931538701914</id><published>2009-04-06T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:29:57.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll always be on my mind</title><content type='html'>All of a sudden a pang of emotions had me overwhelmed.. I seriously miss my family. I thought after several years, I would eventually have a slight immunity against this, but this 'missing' phases will always remain the same. My babysister had abit of a trouble and confided in me.. I tried to help out the best I could but it's very frustrating when you know your babysister is havinf a hard time and all you can do is TYPE OUT these dumb words to console her. TYPE OUT? If I could, I would catch the 1st flight to Scotland just to be beside her, telling everything will be ok. Hold her tight and hush her to sleep. Talk to them about girlish stuff and throw fits at each other only to apologise in the end. You guys mean the world to me.. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=n1084234133_30314229_6537.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/n1084234133_30314229_6537.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Super Gorgeous Mama.. I miss you so much. You'll always be my number 1 supermum.&lt;br /&gt;My 1 True Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=n612547489_1544061_7977089.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/n612547489_1544061_7977089.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're my all. Sha2,Mama,Iqah &amp; Azman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=n1076767274_282766_7100.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/n1076767274_282766_7100.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sha2,Mama &amp; Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=n612547489_1544058_2655524.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/n612547489_1544058_2655524.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far we are, share me your troubles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=n612547489_1544054_1452578.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/n612547489_1544054_1452578.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=2593_1105065101628_1076767274_34689.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/2593_1105065101628_1076767274_34689.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boy who steals my heart everytime he smiles.. My little brother, Azman Daniel Deans :) Please don't grow up too fast, this big sister of yours want to cherish every moment she can in your life. I missed out on alot.. So take your time in getting bigger.. I'll always love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;TheGirlWho'sHeartIsAching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-3822137931538701914?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/3822137931538701914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=3822137931538701914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/3822137931538701914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/3822137931538701914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/04/youll-always-be-on-my-mind.html' title='You&apos;ll always be on my mind'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-5179009060156333362</id><published>2009-04-03T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T07:11:53.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Smell</title><content type='html'>I've just had my driving prac and it was a super dee duper session. So started off waiting for my instructor, whom I thought was supposed to be a woman, but turned out to be a man instead. When I sat in the car, my face expression immediately changed. There was this strong 'man' smell..The 'bujang' smell..and the odour lingered around my nose for the first 30mins. Omg I swear one minute I was smiling, the other minute, I was having this scrunched up face. In my mind I was like 'tahan je zimaaa... senyum je, biar dier passkn kau' So yeah... I didn't care after that coz I drived from bukit batok all the way to Jurong East! Hell yeah~~~ I just hated the part when motorcyclist came zooming selit-menyelit into my lane and I had to squint my eyes whenever a bangla guy came popping out. :) no offense! Overall, it was a satisfying drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh!&lt;br /&gt;I ordered Eclipse and Breaking Dawn. Can't wait till the delivery man arrives on Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;TheGirlWhoRefusesToSurrenderHerHeart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-5179009060156333362?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/5179009060156333362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=5179009060156333362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/5179009060156333362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/5179009060156333362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/04/man-smell.html' title='Man Smell'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-8448182481077551427</id><published>2009-04-02T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T06:21:50.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WebCamm-ed</title><content type='html'>I just had a webcam session with SheilaWeila and it was super funny! We had our immitation of Rin on the Rox which turned into girls' mayhem. From Miss Independant to Halo, Insomnia and Pokerface.. She's one of the people I actually dare to be myself with. :) Joggg joggg jogggg... Plus lose weight! Apart from swimming it is.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had fun webcamming! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=Picture0017.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/Picture0017.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=Picture0031.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/Picture0031.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=Picture0025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/Picture0025.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=Picture0024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/Picture0024.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=Picture0019.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/Picture0019.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=Picture0016.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/Picture0016.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;TheGirlWhoLooksForwardToTHECalls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/fevA2Ckr4j/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/BgCDdn/music/SrQbJTQ3/christina-milian-us-against-the-world/"&gt;Us Against The World - Christina Milian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the sun shuts down and decided not to shine no more&lt;br /&gt;I would still have you, baby&lt;br /&gt;If we see the last day and they say we gotta go to war&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fighting with you, baby&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I know if I'm falling, you won't let me hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;If the boat is sinking, I know you won't let me drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what anyone could say&lt;br /&gt;This is the only place for me&lt;br /&gt;And no one could ever take that away&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could come between us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the sun shuts down and decided not to shine no more (No more)&lt;br /&gt;I would still have you, you, you, you, you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;If we see the last day and they say we gotta go to war (To War)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fighting with you, you, you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Because it's us against the world&lt;br /&gt;The world, the world&lt;br /&gt;You know it's us against the world&lt;br /&gt;The world, the world, ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I'm lost at sea 7 days I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;If I'm holding you, you, you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;And if it all end's; everybody in the world is gone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be standing with you, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it's the last breath I take&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave my kiss my with you&lt;br /&gt;If there's a wall between us, baby&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll break through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what anyone could say&lt;br /&gt;This is the only place for me&lt;br /&gt;And no one could ever take that away&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could come between us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the sun shuts down and decided not to shine no more (No more)&lt;br /&gt;I would still have you, you, you, you, you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;If we see the last day and they say we gotta go to war (To War)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fighting with you, you, you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Because it's us against the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's stronger now than you and I&lt;br /&gt;Cuz your love is all I got&lt;br /&gt;And this ain't never gon' stop&lt;br /&gt;No, whoa&lt;br /&gt;There's no distance here when we're apart&lt;br /&gt;Come on in from the cold&lt;br /&gt;Lay your head on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Ride like a soldier&lt;br /&gt;I'ma stay right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the sun shuts down and decided not to shine no more (No more)&lt;br /&gt;I would still have you, you, you, you, you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;If we see the last day and they say we gotta go to war (To War)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fighting with you, you, you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Because it's us against the world&lt;br /&gt;The world, the world&lt;br /&gt;You know it's us against the world&lt;br /&gt;The world, the world, ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever you are.&lt;br /&gt;Come on in from the cold&lt;br /&gt;Lay your head on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;TheGirlWhoDedicatesTheSongToMr-Future-Boyfriend. HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-5626279166376814406?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/5626279166376814406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=5626279166376814406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/5626279166376814406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/5626279166376814406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/04/us-against-world-christina-milian-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-6670961106528779966</id><published>2009-03-31T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:38:17.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read You Like A Book</title><content type='html'>I decided to put the previous post as a draft coz I really hate it the moment I lose control. Especially losing myself to anger coz life turns ugly when surrendered to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm feeling so much better.. but guilt has me wrapped all around it's pinkie finger. Coz I'm finding myself drawing nearer and nearer to the line that I,myself, had designated. I won't lie and say it hasn't been heart-warming and deliriously fun but at the corner of my mind, I'm exceptionally disappointed at myself..And I wish to build this wall to enclose that part of my mind and just say 'to heck with it'. It's been months..and right now, I'm just being happy and putting up the 'Go' sign.&lt;br /&gt;Just like a book wrapped in a plastic cover.... It's tempting to read your contents..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd time. Yet I don't wish to stop..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-6670961106528779966?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/6670961106528779966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=6670961106528779966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6670961106528779966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6670961106528779966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/03/read-you-like-book.html' title='Read You Like A Book'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-8928624330288328367</id><published>2009-03-30T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T03:01:41.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1.01pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01240.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01240.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the day with an hour an a half swimming. There happened to be primary school kids who were having swimming lessons and I laughed to myself coz there they were, swimming like little fishies at such a young age when I just learnt how to swim last week. I must've looked stupid coz I had to laugh in the water coz I was alone. If I laughed out loud, people would think I'm a psychopath. So there I went smiling in the water while swimming my laps, only looking serious when I reached the end. So this will be my daily routine. Swimming in the morning. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days,I've been tucking in bed with happy thoughts. And for what it's worth, the phonecalls I've been getting played a huge role in making me smile in my sleep. It's fun talking when the topic can go from anything to everything.. And darn my girlish giggles,I sound like a 14 year old.. but I know when to draw the line. And I'm stepping just inches behind it. Thanks for making me feel so much better about myself.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm having my driving practical and most probably meet Mizan for awhile. It's been ages since I talked to the guy. :) You were a really good friend, and I owe that to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;TheGirlWhoMakesUglyTurnsDuringDriving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-8928624330288328367?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/8928624330288328367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=8928624330288328367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/8928624330288328367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/8928624330288328367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/03/101pm.html' title='1.01pm'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-3336721066906538647</id><published>2009-03-29T00:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:31:09.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Floppppp</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's Flea market was a flop. The stuff sold were quite nice and CHEAP. But heck, the crowd..wait..there wasn't even a crowd... There seemed like there was hope in the first and last few hours. Some even tried on a heap of clothing before deciding to buy none. -.- I will siku you people if I see you again. Siku your eyesockets till it grinds your brain. So in the end, the staff were going to each other stalls to shop. HAHAHA. I bought a pullover sweatshirt, earrings and a red snakeskin clutch. LOVE THE SNAKESKIN! But what I loved most was this gorgeous guy vendor who had his stall set up right in front of mine. So we played the 'eye contact but when the other party notices, look away' game. Like Sheila always said, 'flirt with the eyes zimaaa!!' HAHAHA. He looked like this ex MTV veejay. Forgot his name though. Even my aunt said, 'He was definitely checking you out.' Ape lagy, this girl blushed and giggled away.. But we had a small chat at the end where he kept insisting that I buy the dress he was selling. Coz he noticed I had my eye on it but was wayyy to expensive. So the night ended with a smile from both parties. :) *sings* do..do you got a first aid kit handy... 0.o HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Lau Pa Sat to have my meal for the day. Being famished like hell, I gulped down a can of coke and ordered the Sambal Pari. Niceeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl has been quite happy.. Actually, VERY. Hopefully it'll be this way for a VERY LONG time. With loads of things to look forward to, e.g Camp, Morning Swims etc.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night calls and girlish giggles...&lt;br /&gt;And I'm stuck with that silly grin when put to sleep. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-3336721066906538647?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/3336721066906538647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=3336721066906538647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/3336721066906538647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/3336721066906538647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/03/floppppp.html' title='Floppppp'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-2891548331270580905</id><published>2009-03-26T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:54:55.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from my driving prac and it's awesome I tell you! Yesterday was my first one and being behind the wheel was totally gerek! Plus I'm now given female instructors all the way and they've added the fact that they want to stop the stereotyping whereby women are always said to be bad drivers. That certainly was a way to start lessons with. My turnings aren't that good and I even hit a curb just now.. My instructor went all kanchiong which made me panic like hooplaaa! Today wasn't as smooth as yesterday as I wasn't allowed to be in a relaxed postion. -.- So there I was cranning my neck and eyes fixed strictly on the road.. The motorists passing by would've probably have a good laugh seeing the belolok-eyed girl's face so tensed up. Anyhows, by the next session, I'm approved to be driving on the road. First up, I gotta get my PDL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something got me so angered up. Not anyone else, but myself. Over the fact that I could be too emotionally involved and having to hang on the losing end. Today, I held onto the end so tightly that when the line snapped, I was caught off guard. With no apology given, I didn't blame anyone but myself for not keeping my guards up. This time, I'm already building my denfenses up. Coz you've shown no signs, so I'm preparing for another hit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming tomorrow.. &lt;br /&gt;And helping out my aunt at the Flea in Tanjong Pagar.&lt;br /&gt;Come down guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-2891548331270580905?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/2891548331270580905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=2891548331270580905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/2891548331270580905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/2891548331270580905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-from-my-driving-prac-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-5406037154864720267</id><published>2009-03-20T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T04:02:43.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=1_812559238l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/1_812559238l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the moon. Joyful. All smiles. All comes down to the reason that I passed all my modules for end semester examination. Eventhough it isn't THAT awesome, for me, it's sort of an accomplishment as to be compared with my horrendous results last sem. So today it set my mood to an upside. So there I went, a jumpy and smiley missy, saying 'Hi!' to any stranger in the hospital. Twinkle toes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously loved my attachments at Ward 13. From the sarcastic yet awesome CIs to the lovable staff and not forgetting cute old uncles who calls me their 'darling'. :) Toothless and wrinkly.. Just the way I like 'em! hahaha! Hopefully, I'll do my PRCP there or get the opportunity to work there. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow is my Pyaarie's birthday! Someone's getting OLDER!! 20 summore! Hopefully you'll get the happiness you truly deserve. We might be soft hearted towards the ones we love, but no matter what, you deserve the absolute best! The ripest of the apples. The biggest of the papayas! Ok, this makes no sense but at least I hope it made you smile. Enjoy tonight with your family! Coz tomorrow I'll see you in school you giler! Our motto in life, 'Mau yakin je!'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=1_120524537l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/1_120524537l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=1_771004528l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/1_771004528l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=1_236681856l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/1_236681856l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=1_268737682l-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/1_268737682l-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniway I hate my hair now.. I thought of getting it Rebonded or chopped of to look like this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=146913568l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/146913568l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap...My old and puuurrrfect hairstyle. So worth the money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;TheGirlWhoMissesSheilaSabri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-5406037154864720267?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/5406037154864720267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=5406037154864720267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/5406037154864720267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/5406037154864720267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/03/20th.html' title='20th'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-6797789850390612334</id><published>2009-03-18T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:02:41.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumble</title><content type='html'>I am one happy goober due to a couple of factors right now. Firstly, I'm only left with 2 days of attachments. Secondly, I just got off the phone with TheBestGf and as per normal, we were away gossiping about boys.. Results are going to be out on Friday and strangely, I'm happy about that..I don't really know why but my guess is the wait will finally be over and there'll be no humdrum anticipation anymore. Lastly!, I had a chat with the aunt just now and we might be getting a car next year. Yeaaapppp, just for the both of us. So mainly, I'll be using it to drive to work after I graduate! Hell yeahhh~~ It'll be a 7-seater Honda Stream(2nd Hand) and what's more is that it's rims are changed to nicer ones! I seriously can't stop grinning ear to ear. But most importantly, I gotta pass my license laaa! 25th will be my first prac session and if I weren't such a hippo that I am, I'd be doing cartwheels and splits right now! HAHAHA. Me? Doing cartwheels and spilts?? YA RIGHT!!! It's like asking an elephant to do ballet ehhh~ -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheBestGf just made her own blog(baru maju keppeeeeee?) hahahaha. So this way, I'll be able to get updates without having to make futile phonecalls. Battery flat laaa, ppaid low laaa...not with Danial laaa... Amek kau today I went an extra mile by calling your mom's hp. I'm such a stalker. :) but hey, I love you, Gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So earlier I had a talk with TheBestGf, and told her about the issue of the exbf of mine and her friend, sending me msgs through Friendster. Coz these boys seriously do not know when to give up when a girl is just not interested. I even had to lie saying I'm attached. It's very irritating when the message is clearly put across and they reply, 'So cn I have your number?' -.- They are like my Mr Bed 22. Annoying to the level of making me want to &lt;em&gt;siku&lt;/em&gt; them. &lt;em&gt;Aku siku kannnggg&lt;/em&gt; So whatever it is, I'm just not in the mood to get to know guys.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you're shaking your head and making that 'tsk...tsk...tsk' sound coz I changed my blogskin, again, I'm just your normal, average, fickle minded girl. Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sings* i like big butts and i cannot lie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT was futile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-6797789850390612334?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/6797789850390612334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=6797789850390612334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6797789850390612334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6797789850390612334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/03/rumble.html' title='Rumble'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-1797571112983677882</id><published>2009-03-15T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T04:46:54.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul-ed Up</title><content type='html'>2nd update of the day. Yesterday one of the cousins threw a birthday bash. Theme:Black&amp;Gold. Amazingly even the makciks2 were going along with the theme.. One even said, 'Mcm nk lawat jenazah gitu' (followed by a hysterical laughter) I swear it was a &lt;em&gt;kecorable&lt;/em&gt; day. Whatmore the little fatboy being all cute, amusing everyone (once again, hysterical laughter) &lt;em&gt;Amek Kau!&lt;/em&gt; The girls as usual too endless rolls of pictures and some were quite an eyesore. HAHAHA. But hey, it was only meant for us to see, purely for our own entertainment. I ate like a pig so today I starved myself like a hippie on a hunger strike. I               Need             To                  Lose              Weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming week is my last week of attachment and I can't wait coz at last I'll be on the same shifts as my pyaaries! As last, I'll be able to be there for my 2 girls coz I knw each of them are having their own problems. So hopefully, there'll be tons of laughter to trash out boys from our minds. *jiggies* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I will collect my surprise for 2 special souls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays....Here I comeeeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to push those moments away. Even just a scent, triggers them like a hurricane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-1797571112983677882?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/1797571112983677882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=1797571112983677882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/1797571112983677882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/1797571112983677882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/03/soul-ed-up.html' title='Soul-ed Up'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-838822852514786083</id><published>2009-03-14T22:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T04:05:06.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=DSC01277.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01277.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this boy became the victim of my boredom. Fake eyelashies+ eyeliner= Humour beyond measures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anihoos... changed my old plain blogskin to a new and brighter one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-838822852514786083?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/838822852514786083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=838822852514786083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/838822852514786083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/838822852514786083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/03/aqil.html' title='Aqil'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-341960954177140894</id><published>2009-03-13T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:48:55.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woahhh Mama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=untitled-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/untitled-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Bravo. A sick and self-proclaimed to be a woman's ideal man. When in reality, he's one heck of a loser who tries to woo girls by saying 'Woooaahhh Mama!' Digustingly, there are guys out there whom I can say is the realistic version of Mr Bravo. (with the exception of saying 'Woooaahh Mama!' but instead, 'Hi bleh knl2?' or 'I mishhh euuu') C'mon, the english vocab was invented for great things but you jusy had to change the words which sounds more like a retard trying to be Shakespear. -.- This is just a random thought btw, no punches meant to be thrown at anyone except the lonesome losers of this planet who dare call themselves men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was exceptionally weird today. Coz I started work with a sour mood which turned into a non-stop-laughing-hit in the end. I had been asked if I am a fillipino for the 1038485493840th time today and it never stops to amuse me with the reaction 'Wahhhh!!..I die die thought you are a phillipine girl orhhh' - after being told I'm a malay singaporean. And for once I just lied to the patient saying I am a phillipino and ended up having my jaw drop down onto the floor when he talked to me in Tagalog. I simply laughed and replied 'Ahhh...yahh! Hahaha...Funny.' I bet I looked dumb. But who cares??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it felt right and wrong at the same time... I smiled at myself thinking I was foolish to think that it had stopped. When truly, it hasn't. Under the covers in which I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hate &lt;strong&gt;Bed 22&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-341960954177140894?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/341960954177140894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=341960954177140894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/341960954177140894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/341960954177140894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/03/woahhh-mama.html' title='Woahhh Mama!'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-8768638191002544321</id><published>2009-03-07T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T03:05:58.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Say Goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=58979455-03.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/58979455-03.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeoussss! I swear I've been dreaming of going shopping. With unlimited cash. If only reality were that generous to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I finished my shift later than usual, being the good student nurse that I am, HAHA, I decided to write down notes for the case study due on next Tuesday. Mayeeyaaheee.. So after a whole 5 days of chronic standing on my poor feet, the weekends are here! These planky-duckish feet have been seeking for forgiveness and I'm pampering myself by staying at home. Tuulaaa...berat nahhh badan... Amek kauuu! Anddddd... I think the CI is a dear! HAHAHA.. &lt;em&gt;*mmg nasib dier klao aku tk jatoh hati ngn dier*&lt;/em&gt; -as what I told Faz. And he actually makes me blush like a 16 year old when he calls us girls &lt;em&gt;'dear girls'&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;'dear'&lt;/em&gt; instead of the normal 'stuuudennnt!!' Mymymy... where does he get those charms? HAHAHA. Faz and I actually stayed up on the phone figuring out how old he is. Sharifah already labelled him as &lt;strong&gt;mine&lt;/strong&gt;. Hurhur. HAHAHA. Makkk Oiiii...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love working in this ward coz the old uncles are extremely adorable and get me smiling with their teethless smiles. :) Even giving me the nickname as 'bright-eyed girl' gets me all touched. Like wanting to share their biscuits and sweets when they can see that we, student nurses, are tired and had not taken our meals. How can I not fall in love with this profession? You tell me...? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Rin on the Rox. And I'm soo berangan-ing to start taking vids of myself now. tsktsk.. Berangan2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo,&lt;br /&gt;TheGirlWhoWishesToMakeADifference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=2622_56168828533_671848533_1423147_.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/2622_56168828533_671848533_1423147_.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-8768638191002544321?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/8768638191002544321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=8768638191002544321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/8768638191002544321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/8768638191002544321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/03/never-say-goodbye.html' title='Never Say Goodbye.'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-6685099136947323145</id><published>2009-03-04T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T05:50:46.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duck Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=untitled-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/untitled-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 weeks of attachments are here and eventhough it's only been the 2nd day, I feel lethargic. To the extreme. Trust me, there is no upside in having broad+flat feet. It's like a hybrid of a duck and plank of wood. Today was seriously busy that my feet are swollen as if it's been stung by a bee and don't get me started with the pain. Suster ngesot baru tauuu... hahahaha. *tk perlu eh zeemaaa* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the Confessions of a Shopaholic, I feel as though I've been smacked in the face. I totally understand Becky when she seemed kookoo when it seemed as though the mannequins were talking to her. *It happens to me too* My friend know what I'm talking about. Sheila and Faz especially. I can't walk past a push cart or something cute.. Like now, those gladiator heels are still in my head, instructing my hands and legs to get them peerrrrttyyyy heels. So, if it goes out of hand, I need help. hahahaaha..no...seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pity seeing someone going through a heartache coz I've been through one. I'm trying my best to be there for you babes.. Hopefully, it'll turn out better at the end of the road ok? Whatever it is, just call me. I'll be there in a snap of your fingerssss. Loveee yaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;TheGirlWithAShoppingOrdeal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-6685099136947323145?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/6685099136947323145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=6685099136947323145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6685099136947323145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6685099136947323145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/03/duck-feet.html' title='Duck Feet'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-8093357960392131919</id><published>2009-02-28T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T04:57:51.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Being UnderWraps with You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=untitled-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;current=39871.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/39871.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just watched American Idol and I'm head over heels. With this hunk of a guy, Adam Lambert.He got me gawking when he pulled off a Rolling Stone's hit and HIT the notes with perfection. sohotthatitgivesmegoosebumpsandiwanttoproposetohim. I'm rooting for him to win this round. Pleasepleaseplease..! I love the eyeliner-ed eyes and jet black hair. As always, I'm drawn towards mysterious-looking and bad assed guys. (which partly explains the heartaches I've had in my previous, stupid years)&lt;br /&gt;Hotlikeomgfreakingtsssttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did this bulletin on FaceBook and it got comments from my High School Gfs.. It was super funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natrisha Natinoh at 2:43pm February 28&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah.sio dio sisters or wat?!!! I remembered! Nt forgetting the OP diary.. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeqah Demonica at 2:48pm February 28&lt;br /&gt;Omg Zima, is it really necessary for you to mention the uhm "phase" we went through?! Lmao. I still have your baby picture ok! We used to have this "diary" remember? It was full of our pictures, gossips and whatnots. The diary is long gone but i still have all of the "SIO DIO SISTAZ" pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SISTAZ FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Embarassment on a whole new level):p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natrisha Natinoh at 3:00pm February 28&lt;br /&gt;hahahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergi kedai kopi-o,&lt;br /&gt;Hisap rokok marlboro,&lt;br /&gt;Siapa nak carik gaduh,&lt;br /&gt;Kami budah Sio Dio! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaaahahha.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Feeqah Demonica at 3:40pm February 28&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to write that poem down but decided not to make a fool of myself even more. But thanks Trish. I can flush my face down the toilet bowl now. Hahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeap,we called ourselves 'SIO DIO SISTAZ' and were dangerous. HAHAHA. We'd stare at other girls and bitched like there was no tomorrow. Trisha, Feeqah, Khaty and Me. The MeanGirls in Sec 1. I remembered there were other girls who'd want to join our group but being the MeanGirls that we were..Well, you can see where I'm going. :) I missed those times.Coz it was sure a hell lot of fun but stupid and embarrassing nonetheless. Very Minah and I was with a Matrep back then. MatNoor. HAHAHAHA. OMFG. Those were the days... HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,I'm off!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-8093357960392131919?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/8093357960392131919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=8093357960392131919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/8093357960392131919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/8093357960392131919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-just-watched-american-idol-and-im.html' title='I love Being UnderWraps with You.'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-8528708254509852979</id><published>2009-02-27T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T03:04:25.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BF</title><content type='html'>With BF im referring to the bitchfits I threw earlier on. It was only a few hours after confessing to Rash that this month, I didn't give in to PMS. I was proven wrong coz there I was an ogre on fire.. I just can't be ticked off while cleaning the house.&lt;em&gt; Konsentrasi&lt;/em&gt; people. So yeah, today's plan was to actually go jogging at the stadium but we were shoo-ed out due to a sportsday event by I-don't-know-what school. -.- What a way to start the day. I woke up at 6.30 in the morning for nothing. So instead, we opt for the gym.. Blablabla, walked back home and shared some laughs with the awesome cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anihoots, congratulations to my aunt for the birth of her new and beautiful newborn princess, Iman Daniaa. Such a peaceful ambience about her which I'm so drawn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over and I celebrated by going to Wisma with Faz. Shopped for sandals and I was absolutely in love with these gladiator heels! I think I'm going to get them when I get to shop with TheBestGirlFriend. Overall, the papers were fine and I'm keeping the fingers crossed. Monday is the start of my attachments and I'm not looking forward to it. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are 2 vids I just had to post coz it's super funny! Made me laugh like a hobo and gotten rid of my BFs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/bLpROhIg9eA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/bLpROhIg9eA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/hOgALTFzFbQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/hOgALTFzFbQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;TheGirlWhoHasBfs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-8528708254509852979?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/8528708254509852979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=8528708254509852979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/8528708254509852979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/8528708254509852979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/02/bf.html' title='BF'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-3748504849278691107</id><published>2009-02-20T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:19:59.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pharm-dumb-O-logy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01047.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC01047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the eyeliner :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a happy goober, I treated myself to an online movie, Over Her Dead Body. The movie was exaggerated but still, I had the time to spare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left with 2 hours left till our Pharmacology paper, after testing each other on the facts and details, Faz &amp;amp; I came to a point where the brain could no longer absorb. So we agreed on watching a DVD in the school library. The Leap Years. I had been wanting to watch that movie for ages and finally got to watch it, well, halfway actually... At times, we felt like crying.. Then in a sanp we were shouting at the characters. Getting to caught up with the drama. &lt;em&gt;Sampai tk ingat org lain watching their own movies in the room.. Considerate betolllll...&lt;/em&gt; So yeah, people were doing their last minute revisions, we decided to go all HOOPLA with a romantic flick. &lt;em&gt;Da kene tegoh dgn librarian for shouting at the TV screen..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Very&lt;/strong&gt; attractive, young and single ladies... I can't wait to catch the rest of the show. The male lead is ohmyfreakinghotliketssttttthotbolehcairtengahtengahdunia. For the next boyfriend, I want him to as ohmyfreakinghotliketsstttthotbolehcairtengahtengahdunia as the male lead. The mole beneath the eye was very cute too. Seeing the movie, I want the next boyfriend to bring me up a roof too. I don't know how the hell we're going to get up there or if it can handle my berattakbolehtahan weight and just end up making a hole in the roof. I don't care. Mr future boyfriend, be as sweet as the male lead. &lt;em&gt;Please? :)&lt;/em&gt; A hopeless romantic? Yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anihoots, the paper was do-able. I'm counting on a pass for this one! Yeay-ness. The nights spent talking to myself reciting my notes isn't put to waste afterall.. I left the exam hall with a big 'Yahoo!' plastered on my forehead. I rock that way. I rock hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow morning after dawn, it's time to go jogging. I desperately need to shed those muffins on my sides. As much as I love 'em, I hate them more. Like I once said 'Through thick and thin, they've stuck by me..Never letting me go.' HAHAHA. They are wayy better than boyfriends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;TheGirlWhoLoveToSurprise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-3748504849278691107?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/3748504849278691107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=3748504849278691107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/3748504849278691107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/3748504849278691107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/02/pharm-dumb-o-logy.html' title='Pharm-dumb-O-logy'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-5726516761489877144</id><published>2009-02-18T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:22:27.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Uncle Fester</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=untitled.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're probably wonder who is that baldie in the picture. Well,it's none other than Uncle Fester from the Addam's Family. Few days back I was on the phone with the BestGirlFriend when she told me that this particular person whom we know looks like Uncle Fes. 0.0&lt;em&gt; Mak oiii&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Jahat betol! But, I cannot disagree with her on this one. The person resembles Uncle Fes in more ways than one. HAHA. BestGirlFriend + Me= Gossip and tonnes of dosa.. TONNES..! But between us 2, Sheila..kau lagi terok ehh! *senyum lebar2* With her, I can get high with my own laughter till we cry like monkeys. We're like twins, only I'molder and we have different parents. She knows me, I know her.&lt;br /&gt;All the way back to Evergreen Primary School. Where the school's main purpose was to make us girls look horrible with the horrendous green-striped uniform which happens to be sleeveless. So you can smell the great fresh air of heaven whenever the day was humid or directly after PE. I swear it was a great way to spend 6 hours in school. Whipped cream topped with cherry and rainbow rice..&lt;br /&gt;So babes, it's been 9 years? 0.0 That's long and like I told you, I want you to be there even when I'm reaching menopause. Coz I'll need you with all those mood swings. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hitting the books and I'm dreading the Friday paper which is Pharmacology. :S And yeap, I've chosen that for my final year elective module. So hiphip hooray for me!NOT.&lt;br /&gt;And to my pyaarie FAZIELLAH, hope you're doing okay. I'm so sorry I couldn't do anything more.. Just yesteday we were laughing at that girl with the freaky hair. *kau la..tambah2 je dosa aku* :) No matter what, I'll be here ok? Like how you always say.. &lt;em&gt;kene yakin jee... Cheer up loves..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00286.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/DSC00286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love single-dom. Coz I'm over-the-top happy.&lt;br /&gt;But with MacBhai, I could be happier.. *wags eyebrows*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-5726516761489877144?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/5726516761489877144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=5726516761489877144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/5726516761489877144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/5726516761489877144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-uncle-fester.html' title='Dear Uncle Fester'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-7535409839031243657</id><published>2009-02-12T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:59:58.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can Cook!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=425.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/425.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the above title suggests, I am finally confident to be a missus in the kitchen. Don't get wrong ideas, coz right now,being a missus is entirely another chapter. I love being labelled as a miss, thank you. :) So I spent the entire morning cooking up for the family coz there's no school today. And I'm anticipating the little cousin's arrival back home. (I sound like a mom) But the main motive is to ask them &lt;em&gt;'Is my cooking nice?' &lt;/em&gt;Hahaa.. I would bribe each of them a bar of chocolate to say yes.. hahaha. I got a cut on my finger and I had a mini war with the fishes. Why? I got pricked endless times by the fins, while trying to marinate them fishes. So I had my revenge on the frying wok. &lt;em&gt;Hurhur &lt;/em&gt;Luckily the little ones weren't at home or worst..my grandma! This Miss was swearing away and curisng those little fishes. I'm bimbotic that way. yes I admit. (Sheila Sabri, you calling me a bimbo is finally becoming true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put the bimbo aside... I'm so addicted to Katy Perry's &lt;em&gt;Thinking of You&lt;/em&gt;. I love her video.. And her eyes... Mesmerizing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is coming up! And that'll be another war for Nurhazimah Bte Mohd Vijaya..&lt;br /&gt;The bimbotic warrior. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day loves! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=452.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/452.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You Sheila Sabri!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-7535409839031243657?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/7535409839031243657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=7535409839031243657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7535409839031243657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7535409839031243657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-can-cook.html' title='I can Cook!'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-7126334140802915056</id><published>2009-02-12T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T02:50:24.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Furious</title><content type='html'>Certain people are just indespicably atrocious. For example, when the time comes where a leader is to be appointed, you turn disgustingly shy trying so hard to be humble. But when it's over, you decide to step up from the corner and suddenly turn the tables around. Shooting orders around as if you're the first lady and making smart and sarcastic comments. Honestly, if you were in my face right now, I swear you'd be crushed physically. It helps having to grow a tough skin while growing up all these years coz this girl can throw a fist in your small pathetic face. Just because you're a goody 2 shoes, don't you dare look down on me. God, this is why I hate to work in a group. This is why I hate to make friends with strangers. This is why I choose my friends. This is why I can be absolutely wicked right to your face. P/s: If you ever make a crude remark, you'll be undeniably sorry. You scumbag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-7126334140802915056?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/7126334140802915056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=7126334140802915056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7126334140802915056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7126334140802915056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/02/furious.html' title='Furious'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-1496321135971052726</id><published>2009-02-08T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T07:36:26.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Jane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n671848533_1288803_3335.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/n671848533_1288803_3335.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had numerous occasions where I felt tempted to update but laziness and games have got the better of me. You heard it right, games. From pet society in Facebook to Juiced on the Xbox. It's such a contradiction coz I HATED playing games before due to the fact that, let me admit, a sore loser. Haha. I guess my Y chromosomes have finally surfaced and taken charge.. But overall, it's a great way to let loose and have abit of 'fun time'. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having watched Becoming Jane, I felt sort of angry coz there wasn't a happy ending. I felt so strongly for the story that I felt cheated in the end. Call it absurd, but there will be instances where everyone gets too emotionally tied to a particular movie. I just love happy endings... Because for once, for those wholesome 2 hours, you get to indulge in a world of fantasy where reality is pushed aside and you  get yourself immersed in a director's plot. Those 5 senses simply freeze and go hand in hand with those of the characters'. What I loved most was the language used. Unlike some instances where affection is put in with crude words.. Like what my darl, Sheila and I talked about in our 'video'...some guys just use those immature and despiseful pick-up lines to woo the opposite sex. Seriously guys, grow up. Note the word &lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are in 2 weeks and it's really2 scary. 3rd year is calling out and I've chosen my elective module and we've been given choices for our FYP. After that, it's off to work. It's really terrifying to know that this year, I'll be turning 20 eventhough my birthday is months away.. But thinking 20? I have not have had a stable relationship. I predict I'll just join Esah to be an old maid and have 40cats in our home. HAHA. That was our back up plan... 40 cats.. With my current asthma problems, I think we'll have to keep fishes instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things at home are well off... I've been rolling around playing rugby with the boys and laughing my head off over stupid antics. All's well here... Aqil's being the adorable fatkid by singing 'Tongxi toxgxi tongxi ni YAH! Tongxi tongxi tongxi niiii..' With the hand gestures and all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had thought it was impossible all these while to live by these days...&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;For I lived my whole past years without you having to guide me through those years...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-1496321135971052726?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/1496321135971052726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=1496321135971052726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/1496321135971052726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/1496321135971052726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/02/finding-jane.html' title='Finding Jane'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-1469337568629887</id><published>2009-01-30T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T03:56:07.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DumbWit</title><content type='html'>Now2, tell me why did I even bother in the first place? When honestly, you weren't worth a speck of my time, didn't appreciate my sacrifices, heartless and a scumbag? I guess my mind was playing tricks on me and got myself tangled up in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, this girl passed her BTT and it proves that BBDC is a place where I get a heap of embarrassment. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(in front of cute guys summore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Guess she'll be driving in no time. :) HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dreamt of you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And boy, I wish it were true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-1469337568629887?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/1469337568629887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=1469337568629887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/1469337568629887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/1469337568629887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/01/dumbwit.html' title='DumbWit'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-4863468063330576424</id><published>2009-01-29T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T05:17:19.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's You</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I met up with my darling Sheila Weila and we had plenty of catching up to do. Especially about boys. :) Currently we both are in the same boat where it seems like Mr Right is far from being visible and that some are plainly put, a turnoff. Even so, I had tummy aches from laughing too much and I was deliriously over the clouds making our 'video'. From having old pakciks staring to people frequently obstructing our 'masterpiece'.. I was glad that I called you up when my class got cancelled! Coz babygirl, you made my day! Pictures please.. And especially the *ehem*angelic*ehem* ones. HAHAHA. Since secondary school, you were the greatest. Want to knw why? Let me refresh ur memory... A girl with a hideous hairdo, fierce face and loop-ed earrings (ME) asked you to be her partner in a game. (Well, with how the tone of my voice was and my no-smile face, it was more of a threat) And you being the sweet and timid girl, agreed coz honey, you were terrified. HAHAHA. I looked more like a bouncer than a girl back then. Oh! Not forgetting, my 1 bunch fringe. I was one hell of a looker eyy...? HAHAHA. Tuu pon, ade orang nk jugak.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You Norsheila Rais.&lt;br /&gt;From 1E3 to Mercu to being a great girlfriend throughout... :)&lt;br /&gt;And though I don't say this to you face, I think you're gorgeous la!!!&lt;br /&gt;AKU JEALOUS YOU! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was surprising..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I missed you. After trying so hard to forget, I couldn't forget the first day we met, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to the way our fingers entwined and how easy it was for me to call you mine..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only we were stronger.. It would have last..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-4863468063330576424?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/4863468063330576424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=4863468063330576424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4863468063330576424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4863468063330576424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-you.html' title='It&apos;s You'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-688965160594530053</id><published>2009-01-25T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T05:14:16.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pyaarie, I love you. :)</title><content type='html'>To have someone you hold so dearly taken away is never an easy thing. Especially when I got the news that Jijah's dad had passed away. My respect goes to her family and herself for being extremely strong eventhough deep inside, only God knows how they were coping. Truth be told, I wouldn't know how dradtic I would react if I were in their shoes. So my highest respect goes to them, hands down. Seeing my babygirl in such a state was heart wrenching.. Being tired emotionally and physically.. My deepest condolences goes to you and your family darling. I reassure you if there are any ways you need help, there are friends here.. We're just a call away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard your voice today.. and honestly, speaking that way to me isn't very reassuring that you've changed. That you're the same guy I knew and despise since 9 years ago. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Go away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just so you know, it's back to black now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SXxlefmRzcI/AAAAAAAAAvU/19ZuzUW55aw/s1600-h/DSC01074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295218836433391042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SXxlefmRzcI/AAAAAAAAAvU/19ZuzUW55aw/s320/DSC01074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-688965160594530053?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/688965160594530053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=688965160594530053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/688965160594530053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/688965160594530053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/01/pyaarie-i-love-you.html' title='Pyaarie, I love you. :)'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SXxlefmRzcI/AAAAAAAAAvU/19ZuzUW55aw/s72-c/DSC01074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-7478066704873044309</id><published>2009-01-23T01:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T04:15:06.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nurhazimah</title><content type='html'>Met up with Jijah after school and I'm glad she's fine now. With what's she's facing, I was worried my pyaarie would be in a much unfortunate state. But alhamdulillah, she's ok. Ayah fetched Faz, Jijah and myself from school to have lunch. It wasn't that surprising that he clicked well with the pyaaries of mine. Sometimes I think he's my brother coz he acts like me at times. From being loud and making lame jokes, I can see where I get those genes from. :)&lt;br /&gt;After which, we proceeded to NUH to visit Jijah's dad. The moment I stepped into the room, the mood took a 180degree turn. Seeing Jijah talking to her dad, even when he wasn't conscious, made my heart clench tight. I held back the tears and wondering it must've been much harder for this pyaarie of mine. There I was imagining my dad who was standing right next to me, to be the one on the bed, made me want to reach out to Jijah and just cry. Be strong darling, and don't worry about school too much. Faz and I will do our very best in order to help you catch up with school. We both love you very much, seriously. :) You're the oldest but the both of us just feel very protective over you and we want you to be happy. You're a gem.. And I'll be taking good care of this particular gem of mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Wannabescientist-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/Wannabescientist-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIC Lab. Multi tasking between RNA dupliaction &amp;amp; taking photos. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo-00011-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/Photo-00011-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were checking ourselves out when the lift door opened and there were cute guys in it. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1_268737682l-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/1_268737682l-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 19th Birthday.. The best year ever!&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning till the end, I never stop loving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel absolutely guilty when Ayah said 'Eventhough she's my daughter, I rarely get to see her.' while chatting away with my pyaaries earlier. True enough, the both of us are always busy that it had been 2weeks since we saw wach other. No matter what, I still love you.. And there's no limit to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a particular voice inside spoke out and call it my alter ego.. It was trying to tell me that I got to do more thinking and not have those instances where I do foolish acts and regret them later. The alter ego was seriously taking a pity toll on coz I was foolish enough be taken advantage of. I am not the type to be the rebound neither am I the type to get played around. So if that is never in your agenda to start with, I think it's time to make myself a stronger and more wise woman than I already am. So if toying around is your thing, that's the huge thing that sets us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009,&lt;br /&gt;Let's make this a year to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; like I promised my aunt, I'll learn to be more honest.&lt;br /&gt;To others, and to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-7478066704873044309?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/7478066704873044309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=7478066704873044309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7478066704873044309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7478066704873044309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/01/nurhazimah.html' title='Nurhazimah'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-960636927036749261</id><published>2009-01-16T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T06:52:15.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Constant</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been bumping into the old flames of mine which just makes me laugh and regret at my foolish instances in the past. Say it's fate or whatever but the coincidences have been consecutive. This morning bumped into one of the ex and had abit of catching up. Still gunned with that gorgeous smile, I couldn't help but blush. (just like how I did during high school) HAHAHA. Exchanged numbers and well, so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with a friend and we hit it off surprisingly. Even it was the first time, I wasn't the shy red faced girl but instead my voiced echoed throughout the area. *Very demuring, I know* Cracked some lame jokes and shared some stories which were amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's fair in love and war. Which is exactly the perfect reason to just sit back and let the heart do the work. Coz seriously right now, the 4th of July fireworks aren't appearing. Slowly, I'm learning to enjoy being free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-960636927036749261?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/960636927036749261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=960636927036749261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/960636927036749261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/960636927036749261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/01/constant.html' title='Constant'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-5332513079107191507</id><published>2009-01-10T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:59:47.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1243.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/IMG_1243.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you? &lt;em&gt;My Saviour&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2 consecutive nights, I've dreamt of you. It's not what I'll regard as a positive one because I truly despise you. Very very much. It's etched in too deep and you were simply the trigger, the cause of all this. Like what my friend calls you, Yahudi Gila. HAHAHA. Go figure out yourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-5332513079107191507?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/5332513079107191507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=5332513079107191507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/5332513079107191507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/5332513079107191507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/01/enough.html' title='Enough'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-8579135032740643173</id><published>2009-01-09T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T06:05:09.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got my baby back! I'm referring to my C902 of course. It's back in puurrfect condition and mama's gonna take care of you. HAHA. Had Jijah accompany me and headed down to IMM for our lunch before I headed back to school for my classes.&lt;br /&gt;Went back with Faz and as usual crapped all the way back home. The one who never fails to make me laugh till my eyeballs pop out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so excited and I don't even know what the hell for. Perhaps after a long while, it feels good to get the looky-looky. HAHAHA. Crap. Even with no make up on. Well...girls will be girls. And girls just wanna have funnnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1_610442793l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/1_610442793l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azie sayang nenek... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-8579135032740643173?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/8579135032740643173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=8579135032740643173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/8579135032740643173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/8579135032740643173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-got-my-baby-back-im-referring-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-2651687260782923453</id><published>2009-01-07T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T02:27:58.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO????</title><content type='html'>School needed a bit of adjusting and brain wiring after 3 weeks of holiday. My 1st lecture was luckily a revision because my brain was turned off and I honestly felt lost in my own world. Time seems to pass by me so quickly that I'm all jittery as exams are only 5 weeks away and poof! 3rd year here I come. 6 months of attachments, come embrace me! 0,0 I seriously feel like telling Mr-Time-Control to stop the time from ticking and let me catch up. Sooner than I'll know, I'll be graduating and working in POH TECK HUAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An inside joke with my fellow friends, if we were to take a taxi to go to work and POH TECK HUAT isn't well known yet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:Uncle, POH TECK HUAT please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi Driver: WHAT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: POH TECK HUAT please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi Driver: Go take what??? Go where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Nononono... POH TECK HUAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi Driver: You go out!! I'm a taxi driver.. not your PA. Ask me go take what some more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;This is some of the silly antiques my frens and I come up with during our attachments.. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;So much for PASSION TO TOUCH LIVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now2... Playing with fire knowing that the ultimate outcome is to get burnt is exactly why I'm toying around with it. But the good thing is, no longer does it hurt. No longer does the questions linger. No longer do I care what the hell is in your mind. Coz I no longer care.. I do care about how you're doing generally but I don't care of what you perceive me as. Coz truly, it hurt like hell in the past.. Now I just laugh it off as if it no longer matters. Like I said, RingLeader. I have the fun.... You just sit in the seats to watch me have the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n702929260_1257174_3685.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/n702929260_1257174_3685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n702929260_1257193_9491.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/n702929260_1257193_9491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n702929260_1257205_912.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/n702929260_1257205_912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U knw I love you..I always will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n702929260_1257320_3377.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/n702929260_1257320_3377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fun~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n702929260_1257354_1897.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/n702929260_1257354_1897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free like a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n702929260_1257377_3556.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/n702929260_1257377_3556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Nampakkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n702929260_1257394_3533.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/n702929260_1257394_3533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=_MG_3632.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/_MG_3632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=_MG_3624.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/_MG_3624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/?action=view&amp;amp;current=_MG_3643.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c108/chickybonita/_MG_3643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rock it good~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-2651687260782923453?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/2651687260782923453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=2651687260782923453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/2651687260782923453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/2651687260782923453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/01/so.html' title='SO????'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-6360444181811494254</id><published>2009-01-04T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T07:40:41.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazed up</title><content type='html'>They talked in excitement while I tried to stray afar. They seemed so happy while mostly I felt fear. They talked about childhood, I had disastrous flashbacks. The fear and hate is so extreme I feel as though I can literally hold a knife to your throat and made you wish you were never coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't knw what's happening to you. Hopefully you'll tell me what's up coz you're truly my best bud and it sucks to see you like this.&lt;br /&gt;And to ____, I've been checking up on you once in a while. I hope you're ok and that you'll always be a part of my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm felling better on my part. Guilty as it is, I'm enjoying every single bit of the drama and attention. Coz hun, it's been a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-6360444181811494254?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/6360444181811494254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=6360444181811494254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6360444181811494254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6360444181811494254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/01/lazed-up.html' title='Lazed up'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-1380194100896653068</id><published>2009-01-03T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T08:30:20.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl-ish</title><content type='html'>Im laughing at my own new blogskin right now. It's all coz it's all reddish-pink which totally isn't me. My cuzzin suggested to change to something different from my usual monochrome shades. Looking at the flower pattern, I've never felt so girlish my entire life. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sleepover was awesome. The girls got a get together session and the main topic was of course; BOYS. Mostly a negative response from all four of us. Made the blooper video again and this time, I ended looking like a mofo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Rash and Hanafi yesterday which turned out great. The main idea was to look for my books which were sold out in most bookstores (or even islandwide). Headed down to Marina Barrage and laughed my way through. With the splashing fountains and endless rants.. My favourite part was when we had ice cream. I laughed so hard and ate too much. Butthe waffles were sinful and so was Hanafi's lake michigan made from chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting 2009 with a Bang, hopefully...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-1380194100896653068?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/1380194100896653068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=1380194100896653068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/1380194100896653068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/1380194100896653068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/01/girl-ish.html' title='Girl-ish'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-4426894113749532082</id><published>2009-01-02T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T05:39:33.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY SISTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY SISTER!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NURATIQAH I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed turning 17. Coz your Kakak here can't believe my baby sister's growing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update soon loves~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-4426894113749532082?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/4426894113749532082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=4426894113749532082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4426894113749532082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4426894113749532082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-sister.html' title='BABY SISTER'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-1721163495695238441</id><published>2008-12-30T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T02:19:07.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blooper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was all emo at first. But thanks to a certain some1, I got a few laughs while webcam-ing. While waiting for a phonecall, I did some &lt;em&gt;click click &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;click&lt;/em&gt; of my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SVn0g3BVy0I/AAAAAAAAAvM/ZuEwD-TH4FU/s1600-h/Picture0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285524483058551618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SVn0g3BVy0I/AAAAAAAAAvM/ZuEwD-TH4FU/s320/Picture0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SVnz99Lg2MI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ckebPQC5yqM/s1600-h/Picture0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285523883416410306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SVnz99Lg2MI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ckebPQC5yqM/s320/Picture0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SVn0gmx-pGI/AAAAAAAAAu8/oRW2vHOaplM/s1600-h/Picture0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285524478699152482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SVn0gmx-pGI/AAAAAAAAAu8/oRW2vHOaplM/s320/Picture0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SVnz9om3RaI/AAAAAAAAAuM/xlg-Uw2VstM/s1600-h/Picture0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285523877893981602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SVnz9om3RaI/AAAAAAAAAuM/xlg-Uw2VstM/s320/Picture0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SVn0gojvjKI/AAAAAAAAAu0/tQubTRlXNRE/s1600-h/Picture0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285524479176314018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SVn0gojvjKI/AAAAAAAAAu0/tQubTRlXNRE/s320/Picture0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SVnz9jYfi8I/AAAAAAAAAuc/WJDk52Ktf7I/s1600-h/Picture0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285523876491529154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SVnz9jYfi8I/AAAAAAAAAuc/WJDk52Ktf7I/s320/Picture0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All's well in Zeema land. Divalicious...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-1721163495695238441?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/1721163495695238441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=1721163495695238441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/1721163495695238441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/1721163495695238441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2008/12/blooper.html' title='Blooper'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SVn0g3BVy0I/AAAAAAAAAvM/ZuEwD-TH4FU/s72-c/Picture0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-7185558171329548286</id><published>2008-12-29T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:58:47.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>With 2008 drawing to an end, the much anticipated wait for a fresh new is just a day away. As much as I would love to look back in the last year, there are parts where I wish to make ammendments. I won't go making all those extravagant resolutions but instead, the parts and parcels of 2008 which I've yet to improve myself on. Funny how it was yesterday when Lily (my awesome hairdresser) called me up to wish me a happy new year, brought up the part about love. She said she'd hook me up with one of her good-looking clients. Haha. Thank you Lily, but like u suggested, this time, I'll get a more permanent guy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much about love, inner strength is one other thing. I know I might seem to go through the hoohaas in life without much hassle. This time to make it worthwhile, I'll make the rules now. Funny how it is to say, 'I'm the Ring Leader now'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 is one year where I'll make decisions all over again but one thing is surely a priority which is to embrace myself with love from those I hold close. Friends and especially my beloved family. So till 2009 makes its debut, I'm going to have a rocking sleepover tomorrow. CHEERIO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Days turn to weeks..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weeks turn to months..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Months to years.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet those beautiful memories linger so fresh in my mind as if it were yesterday..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never will I forget the gestures, words nor happiness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you were truly my best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-7185558171329548286?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/7185558171329548286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=7185558171329548286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7185558171329548286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7185558171329548286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-799737024993994507</id><published>2008-12-26T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T05:16:45.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes in the midst of lonliness, memories flood in..&lt;br /&gt;And I can never get over the fact that I've missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After all these while...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-799737024993994507?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/799737024993994507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=799737024993994507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/799737024993994507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/799737024993994507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-in-midst-of-lonliness.html' title=''/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-4963391063202263316</id><published>2008-12-24T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T04:11:42.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>My Sony Erisson C902 went dead on me. -.- I think I'm cursed with handphones. I just got it like a few months back and now it's lifeless. Even with my dad's sexy Gold Motorola Razor, the songs in my C902 is the one that I want.. *cries like a whimp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long while since I talked to my family over in Scotland and here I am chatting with my baby sisters. Christmas is in 2 days and I bet they're getting heaps of presents. Wish I was there to play in the snow again. (partly coz my 1st experience was a big hoohaa, in a funny way) Hopefully, I'll get to go to Aberdeen after my diploma and who knows? Milan perhaps? *insert big smiley face* I miss you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been thinking.. There are many future plans I've already laid out. Like my license and after that, a go for my certificate in make-up. There is still one particular, which is writing. I'm not sure how to polish my writing skills to something much more useful. Right now, I'm considering free lance and I've already sent a few writings/articles out. Reader's digest is pending for my next write-up. At least when I've graduated, I'll be geared with so much.. What more, I've slipped the opportunity to get that interview to go to Australia for my attachments. It was rather a last minute recommendation from one of my fav lecturers. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm deliriously over the moon and even pluto which cannot even be seen that it's considered not a part of the known planets...Becauseee... I got myself New Moon. Yeap, the continuation of Twilight. Tomorrow hopefully I'll get myself the other 2 books. Nerd-ly delicious....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zeema the Divaa~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-4963391063202263316?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/4963391063202263316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=4963391063202263316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4963391063202263316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4963391063202263316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-3391583769892225093</id><published>2008-12-20T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:35:27.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vain Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUyt-IQCjLI/AAAAAAAAAuE/o5G8Weghr4U/s1600-h/IMG_1248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281787745877003442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUyt-IQCjLI/AAAAAAAAAuE/o5G8Weghr4U/s320/IMG_1248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUyt9_bfR-I/AAAAAAAAAt8/Z-Q3hNOhnRU/s1600-h/IMG_1246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281787743509104610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUyt9_bfR-I/AAAAAAAAAt8/Z-Q3hNOhnRU/s320/IMG_1246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUyt9qD_mHI/AAAAAAAAAt0/cDkaGUV9kYs/s1600-h/IMG_1245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281787737773414514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUyt9qD_mHI/AAAAAAAAAt0/cDkaGUV9kYs/s320/IMG_1245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUyt9e6XCYI/AAAAAAAAAts/JCeOCuzWFdE/s1600-h/IMG_1243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281787734780217730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUyt9e6XCYI/AAAAAAAAAts/JCeOCuzWFdE/s320/IMG_1243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bored on a Saturday? I take pictures.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a sad sad cow...&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/4297311571904520738-3391583769892225093?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/3391583769892225093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=3391583769892225093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/3391583769892225093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/3391583769892225093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2008/12/vain-mama.html' title='Vain Mama'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUyt-IQCjLI/AAAAAAAAAuE/o5G8Weghr4U/s72-c/IMG_1248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-6455400956070703280</id><published>2008-12-18T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T05:12:25.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You change your mind like a girl changes clothes... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So speak correctly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz I know you're no good for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop wasting my time and kindly go towards the exit. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! Just to snap you back to reality, I lied. Yes I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures of last weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUpKYUcYfGI/AAAAAAAAAtc/xbJijMGdX0s/s1600-h/PICT2836.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUpKYUcYfGI/AAAAAAAAAtc/xbJijMGdX0s/s1600-h/PICT2836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281115294710398050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUpKYUcYfGI/AAAAAAAAAtc/xbJijMGdX0s/s320/PICT2836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUpKYWHVhXI/AAAAAAAAAtk/CUQL3ikKwVE/s1600-h/1_450717143l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUpKXgj1CJI/AAAAAAAAAtU/uQzoteoiDf8/s1600-h/PICT2859.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Guy Victim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUpKXgj1CJI/AAAAAAAAAtU/uQzoteoiDf8/s1600-h/PICT2859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281115280782985362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUpKXgj1CJI/AAAAAAAAAtU/uQzoteoiDf8/s320/PICT2859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUpKYWHVhXI/AAAAAAAAAtk/CUQL3ikKwVE/s1600-h/1_450717143l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esah and Imah *hahaha* immitating Korean poses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUpKYWHVhXI/AAAAAAAAAtk/CUQL3ikKwVE/s1600-h/1_450717143l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281115295158994290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUpKYWHVhXI/AAAAAAAAAtk/CUQL3ikKwVE/s320/1_450717143l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found this in Syarifah's profile. I look so scared. *hahaha*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-6455400956070703280?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/6455400956070703280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=6455400956070703280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6455400956070703280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6455400956070703280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-change-your-mind-like-girl-changes.html' title=''/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUpKYUcYfGI/AAAAAAAAAtc/xbJijMGdX0s/s72-c/PICT2836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-4459392959480899888</id><published>2008-12-18T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T01:52:47.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pokes Eyes</title><content type='html'>I love the feeling of having music blasting away in my ears while going out. In a weird way, it gives a reassuring confidence to walk down that street. *strutting her stuff la konon2* hahaha. Usually without it, I'd have my head hung low and stare at the concrete ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Jijah earlier for our theory practise. I passed only at booklet 3 &amp;amp; 4 but it was all good. Plus point went to the cute boy sitting next to me. Major rock bottom hit was, I was looking for a keyboard and a mouse when it was touchscreen. -_- So with the boy looking amused, I flashed a &lt;em&gt;'kau nk ktawe kt aku eh setan'&lt;/em&gt; smile. I'm naively dumb that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the bus home and I just couldn't wait to get back home and read my book. *im such a nerd that way* Fried some chicken and cleaned the house up..yaadaa yaaddaa yaaddaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my pyaarie, Faziellah, if you happen to read this.. Jijah and I will always be right here for you ok? Just like the times when either of us had hardship.. You were there when I needed a shoulder to cry on. so I won't let you even think you're alone in this. I'll even rob a bank for you.. That's how much I love the both of you guys. =) KARAOKE?? hahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore my previous post. Coz I won't let a small thing mess up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the Ring Leader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-4459392959480899888?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/4459392959480899888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=4459392959480899888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4459392959480899888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4459392959480899888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2008/12/pokes-eyes.html' title='Pokes Eyes'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-8917890570669493932</id><published>2008-12-17T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T07:21:21.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Control</title><content type='html'>Just like a cold zephyr, it hits me hard.. I feel like curling up in one corner. Scared. Very, terribly scared. I'm only 19 and it feels like my age has been stretched 10years further. Like I'm 29, and decisions are made without me knowing and time's being rushed. My heart's pounding like never before... I feel like breaking down. Mashed into pieces... Why didn't I forsee this? I'm 19.... Just 19...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come take me away...&lt;br /&gt;To somewhere safe. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-8917890570669493932?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/8917890570669493932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=8917890570669493932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/8917890570669493932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/8917890570669493932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2008/12/take-control.html' title='Take Control'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-2626544177845476240</id><published>2008-12-16T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:22:59.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy, Oh Boy...</title><content type='html'>I'm seriously amused by the aunts' reactions. I have no objections though.. For the past choices I've made have been &lt;em&gt;hands down&lt;/em&gt;, how do I put it... inappropriate. Proves these 'fairygodparents' want to work their magic.. But still, I'll have the last say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already applied for my license and BTT's up next month. Going over for the classes tomorrow with my pyaarie, Jijah... Miss her like HOOHAA. hahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going over to be the babysitter.. here we go again~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-2626544177845476240?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/2626544177845476240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=2626544177845476240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/2626544177845476240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/2626544177845476240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2008/12/boy-oh-boy.html' title='Boy, Oh Boy...'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-271675464924572853</id><published>2008-12-15T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T04:00:26.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make It Real For Me</title><content type='html'>So, here are the holidays and all I'm booked for is a karaoke session with my beloved cousins. Speaking of which,I met them during the weekends and it was fun. Laughed eventhough my cough and asthma was still bad. Negativity aside, I had loads of fun swinging my hair and being 'miang' with the girls. Hahaha. Jabbar must've enjoyed to be surrounded by a circle of girls. Lucky you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped at Esprit in Vivo after that.. Bumped into my meenachi Ushalini there. Been bumping into her quite often these days, not that I'm complaining of course. I've always thought of her as one of the pretty girls. :) Bought a jacket, top and wallet which of course burned my ka-ching in the bank account. That was the day I forgo to even grimaceat the sight of the numbers on the price tag. Once a year eyy? Uhuh~~~ Met my lovely, Aqil, too! That air or immaculate innocence simply throws me off my balance. Truly, he makes the littlest things seem so extravagant. Like I said, he means the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching Britnet Spears's documentary and I've been her loyal fan since the age of nine. That counts as a decade now. In every hardship, she's always made a poised comeback. I don't mean those 'Queen drinking tea' kind of poise, but rather a kind of confidence that exudes such inspiration. She's gone through hell and back, but still Ms Britney is up on her 2 strong feet. Hats off to you Ms Britney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going to somewhere isolated and bare... Just to talk and clear some mind space.. So anyone out there who knows a good location, do bring me there. And just be my friend to listen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, out there...&lt;br /&gt;Please make it real for me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-271675464924572853?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/271675464924572853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=271675464924572853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/271675464924572853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/271675464924572853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2008/12/make-it-real-for-me.html' title='Make It Real For Me'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-1002738636578182712</id><published>2008-12-12T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:57:39.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUJdM_WEkII/AAAAAAAAAtE/imcQ4gS_-ts/s1600-h/Picture+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278884190975463554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUJdM_WEkII/AAAAAAAAAtE/imcQ4gS_-ts/s320/Picture+215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so psyched coz I'll be having a reunion with this lovely ladies who I call cousins. Truly they make my life filled with sunshine rays when the earth suddenly decides to take its toll on me. I LOVE you guys... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hari Raya Haji Prayers at Masjid Ahmad. The calmness and serenity was a bliss...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUJdMbi1YII/AAAAAAAAAs0/P86GK7AKOpg/s1600-h/Picture+230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278884181365317762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUJdMbi1YII/AAAAAAAAAs0/P86GK7AKOpg/s320/Picture+230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUJcS1DRMSI/AAAAAAAAAss/-jFnnyECw94/s1600-h/Picture+222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278883191779832098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUJcS1DRMSI/AAAAAAAAAss/-jFnnyECw94/s320/Picture+222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zeeemmaaaa and telekonggg.. with PINK flowers. Shocking? Especially the PINK. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUJdMhTKE3I/AAAAAAAAAs8/l4gEIhxiZLM/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278884182910178162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUJdMhTKE3I/AAAAAAAAAs8/l4gEIhxiZLM/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheikh Aqil Ferranto. HAHAHA. (ignore the sheikh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUJcRSUhEdI/AAAAAAAAAsM/TKSR1sR1NcI/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278883165277065682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUJcRSUhEdI/AAAAAAAAAsM/TKSR1sR1NcI/s320/Picture+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't blame mefor loving this cute boy too much. He means the world. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUJcRlpONOI/AAAAAAAAAsU/rAvKzxt8asQ/s1600-h/Picture+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278883170464183522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUJcRlpONOI/AAAAAAAAAsU/rAvKzxt8asQ/s320/Picture+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and this adorable one? Ilman Yaqin is the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUJcR8cz2FI/AAAAAAAAAsc/bR9aSxnEZ1c/s1600-h/Picture+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278883176586139730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUJcR8cz2FI/AAAAAAAAAsc/bR9aSxnEZ1c/s320/Picture+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUJcSQIXpfI/AAAAAAAAAsk/sPI2L_Brc9U/s1600-h/Picture+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278883181869114866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUJcSQIXpfI/AAAAAAAAAsk/sPI2L_Brc9U/s320/Picture+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama, I got a needle stick injury... Look at that pouty face. Menyampah. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tend to get selfish with the things bought from my mom. Like even my PINK-flowered telekong. I get all fussed up. I just want them to be between me and Mama. I love you, you WONDERFUL woman...&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/4297311571904520738-1002738636578182712?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/1002738636578182712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=1002738636578182712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/1002738636578182712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/1002738636578182712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-so-psyched-coz-ill-be-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUJdM_WEkII/AAAAAAAAAtE/imcQ4gS_-ts/s72-c/Picture+215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-2994543956454109812</id><published>2008-12-11T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:51:42.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I can make a rough conclusion that my body immune system sucks big time. Hah. Fell sick once again when I've just recovered a few weeks back. My aunt claims that I sound exactly like my Mama with my 'blocked-nose' voice. I'll take that as a compliment anyhow. I was feeling like taking an MC today from attachments but decided working on a Saturday is not worth the 1 day luxury. So mask-ed day it was for me. Tomorrow will be the last day and I'm ecstatic over my 3 week holiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bumped into Din yesterday on the bus and it was nice to see an old classmate. Looking good though. Hahaha.. Sheila, better not tell him eh...Went home with Mizan during one of my night shifts since he was in Queensway and updated each other on random stuffs. I still owe that bugger a day out and movies. :S My friend who blackmails. Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dreamt about you yesterday and it was nice to see you again, even in a dream. It seemed both realistic and surreal but it was nice. To actually have you around even for awhile and not let time take charge. To deny all that I know that is true.. Even for that short period, I was on cloud 9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUDvY4e0UCI/AAAAAAAAAr8/-KqjqzL2EZE/s1600-h/DSC00950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278481974035763234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUDvY4e0UCI/AAAAAAAAAr8/-KqjqzL2EZE/s320/DSC00950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hari Raya Haji =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUDvZNkT-ZI/AAAAAAAAAsE/KoQXS-P77JE/s1600-h/DSC00922.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUDvZNkT-ZI/AAAAAAAAAsE/KoQXS-P77JE/s1600-h/DSC00922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278481979695954322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUDvZNkT-ZI/AAAAAAAAAsE/KoQXS-P77JE/s320/DSC00922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my BestGirlFriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-2994543956454109812?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/2994543956454109812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=2994543956454109812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/2994543956454109812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/2994543956454109812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2008/12/like-mom.html' title='Like Mom'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SUDvY4e0UCI/AAAAAAAAAr8/-KqjqzL2EZE/s72-c/DSC00950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-9068352006163083987</id><published>2008-12-03T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:24:31.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Lazy Morning</title><content type='html'>I woke up feeling VERY lazy to even get off my bed and pulled my loved blanket over my head wishing the time would just stop and let me sleep longer. (eventhough I've already had the luxurious 12 hours in zeemaland) I'm still in my PJs(teddy bear summore) and I'm very reluctant to go for my attachment. I seemed very positive a few days back but then after reality hit my head with a buffalo. 8 hours of standing.. 0_0 The patients I love but the standing I hate.. I had this pictured in my head while I was in primary school... that the future will have this device where we'd all have this 'transportation device' where no walking is to be done only hovering with this particular device.. I was full of imagination and still am. I'm a kid at heart. VERY much still. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..time to get ready and pamper my feet before their torture later on. I'm sorry babies, mami's gotta work. AND shed some pounds. haha. Crazy diet... Ergh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're immaculately suave.. And it's gotten my attention. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-9068352006163083987?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/9068352006163083987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=9068352006163083987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/9068352006163083987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/9068352006163083987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2008/12/her-lazy-morning.html' title='Her Lazy Morning'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-3236307065619285447</id><published>2008-12-02T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T03:27:59.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*smirks*</title><content type='html'>If the feet could talk, they would be screaming right now. Attachments has got my feet all achy and blister-y. Gosh. Up to the extent I got myself a new pair of converse sneakers to replace my useless crocs. (and supposedly the crocs cost more) Anyhows, the past 2 days in the ward is bearable although the people could be a bit more welcoming. *rolls eyes* Whatever, the patients are so cute and they simply make it worth the constant sighing and sarcastic comments from some people. But the patients aren't the only ones who are cute... *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being infatuated doesn't necessary mean anything, but it sure builds up that fluttery feeling in the pit of the stomach. Nope, this is temporary and I sure do mean it coz having something serious is not on the agenda right now. Still, the eyes tend to look while the mind goes drooling. Haha.. Especially my Twilight leading man. Gosh he's one hot vampire. It's like his eyes simply gets the corner of my mouth curving up and I wish to have him so much. haha. I've always digged stars who play as vamps.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/STUbMmXLt3I/AAAAAAAAAr0/FapGhqNudBI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275152441804568434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/STUbMmXLt3I/AAAAAAAAAr0/FapGhqNudBI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Pattinson. You're a hottie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-3236307065619285447?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/3236307065619285447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=3236307065619285447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/3236307065619285447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/3236307065619285447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2008/12/smirks.html' title='*smirks*'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/STUbMmXLt3I/AAAAAAAAAr0/FapGhqNudBI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-5805725279810960569</id><published>2008-11-30T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T07:22:17.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonjour!</title><content type='html'>School is officially over and I'm overjoyed but I tend to feel like studying. Like it's a guilty conscious not to enjoy my TV and to think about picking up my notes and scribblng things.. Bugger.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be having attachments and I hate to admit this but, I'm looking forward. :) Silly missy. Who knows what lies for me there. *wags eyebrows* hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just fell in love.. Like really.. This could be it. A love of a lifetime... I'll just have to be patient and wait. Till the right time comes where I'll be able to call you mine baby.. Nonono people... It's not a guy. and hell NOT A GIRL. hahaha.. It's a phone. Once I get my KA-CHING on, you'll be all mine baby. I'll even give you a name... Mami's gonna get you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/STKutakDmVI/AAAAAAAAArs/GudDTERi9W0/s1600-h/2987507034_3abab69be6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274470208852171090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/STKutakDmVI/AAAAAAAAArs/GudDTERi9W0/s320/2987507034_3abab69be6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it the most beautiful thing ever??&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love at first sight. Mami' gonna get you darling..&lt;br /&gt;My uncle just had to get it and make me jealous...&lt;br /&gt;It's ok, true love gets united..Someday...Somehow... hahahahhahaa.&lt;br /&gt;What?? a girl can be dramatic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-5805725279810960569?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/5805725279810960569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=5805725279810960569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/5805725279810960569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/5805725279810960569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2008/11/bonjour.html' title='Bonjour!'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/STKutakDmVI/AAAAAAAAArs/GudDTERi9W0/s72-c/2987507034_3abab69be6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-7340245750390181604</id><published>2008-11-28T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T05:02:01.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punching Bag</title><content type='html'>I just had a conversation online with a particular someone and for no utter reason, I became the victim. this has been going on for quite awhile right now. I really don't know what is your reason mister but please..I'm clueless as to what made you so cold towards me. I apologise if I've rubbed you the wrong way but fact is, we used to be on good terms before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School wise, just because I'm the nicer one, people tend to give out orders. I don't pick up your bloody phonecalls or reply to your emails all because I'm too darn stressed out with these bloody goddamned orders. Thank god school is over and soon, I'll be in attachments. I'm glad to be put in a new environment.. I can handle patients but not those hypocrites who simply want to get good names for themselves. Finally, I'm taking my stand and not make everything revolve around other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got together with Sheila &amp;amp; Danial for awhile today. Glad to meet them and share the inevitable laughs. Got to loosen out some uptight knots due to something that made me burst. The past week has been an extremely frustrating one. No wonder my hair is dropping like I'm on chemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel at my downright lowest now. Foolish, underappreciated and taken advantage of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-7340245750390181604?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/7340245750390181604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=7340245750390181604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7340245750390181604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7340245750390181604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2008/11/punching-bag.html' title='Punching Bag'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-6250889045875060629</id><published>2008-11-24T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:59:22.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Careless Mistakes</title><content type='html'>Taking a break from studying coz I'm at the point where I'm talking to myself. Haha. This week is a crucial week and the next will be my attachments in Alexandra Hospital where I'll get to meet SN Anis Fitri. Chey2.. Staff Nurse nmpk. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a REALLY dumb careless mistake. Want to know how dumb it is? I thought, confidently, that 3 days consists of 96hours and not 72 hours. Bravo Zima...Bravo. Pandai sangat kan... Calculator ade tknk pakai. Genius! -_______________-&lt;br /&gt;URGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought yet 3 more things from Lavoguish. And I'm one happy mad woman.&lt;br /&gt;Do visit people. 20% sale till the end of Nov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lavoguish.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.lavoguish.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...in your hands, I lay mesmerized once again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-6250889045875060629?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/6250889045875060629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=6250889045875060629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6250889045875060629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6250889045875060629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2008/11/silly-careless-mistakes.html' title='Silly Careless Mistakes'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-7671513277073772022</id><published>2008-11-22T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:01:31.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so lighthearted all of a sudden and I'm amused by my own smiles. It's in the middle of the night, I feel wide awake and VERY happy. Most probably I spent a bit of time going through what's really been bothering me all these while and I've come with a solution; Let it Be. That's right.. let it be. Like what's the point of holding on? Like a grudge, anger, frustration and sorrow? It'll only eat you up inside slowly like a cancerous tumour. Like anger/hatred, I've decided to try to let go of it. Coz I admit that I've been going to your blog and reading to find a simple flaw to bitch about it and all. Truth is, you're human after all..and I've been hitting you verbally all because I'm not learning to let go. So here it is, I'll Let it Be. Just like that.. Let it Be..&lt;br /&gt;To you whom I've been to persistantly hooked onto. I'm letting go of the hooks. I have to learn to let go and Let it Be. Yes, I hate it when I lose control.. When I look at it and see that everything simply won't stay in line like I wanted it to be. But what's the point in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so loyal to you before.. When I needed the strength to pull through the hardships I went. To a point I felt everything meant doom for me. But now I realise.. that I've neglected you. I came running when I was in pain, when everything seemed so cold. I'm picking up the pieces.. For you deserve everything.. You listened when I cried all those nights alone. You embraced me when I felt like love-less. Right now, I'm coming back. After months I've neglected you, I'm coming back... My one true love.. You've always been looking after me from above. The One I call home. My religion.. My saviour.. God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-7671513277073772022?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/7671513277073772022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=7671513277073772022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7671513277073772022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7671513277073772022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-feel-so-lighthearted-all-of-sudden.html' title=''/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-6620524327283047884</id><published>2008-11-21T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:30:16.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwritten</title><content type='html'>Today was simply a super busy day for me. Household chores, editorial work and getting some studying done. I just realised that I've forgotten to do my Pharmacology online quiz yesterday. Dammit. My memory is seriously deteriorating. Like whoah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So brought the little cuzzins over to Jurong Point to meet up with my aunt. I felt weird coz it was one of the RARE occasions where I tied my hair up. All bcoz I had no time to straightened it. So yeah, I felt so bare...it's hard being a girl. Seriously..&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, I had my sinful dinner which ended with an Anderson's ice cream treat. Moonriver was having a $15 storewide sale and I bought myself a mod dress. Gorgeous..! I've always been a slave for shopping so yeah... BAD habits die slow. (or in this case, it'll never)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired right now.&lt;br /&gt;Heading off to bed...&lt;br /&gt;See you lovelies tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;The Girl Who Couldn't Care Less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-6620524327283047884?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/6620524327283047884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=6620524327283047884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6620524327283047884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6620524327283047884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2008/11/unwritten.html' title='Unwritten'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-2847596322710527505</id><published>2008-11-20T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T03:32:00.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>My head is throbbing very badly and it sucks that I can't pop pandols into my mouth to relieve it. All because of my stupid allergy. Workload is piling and I feel like giving up and leaving. After this is done, I will coz I feel like my brain and energy is being drained. Up to the extent of falling sick 3 times in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost. Where is this heading, where are you leading to. I am just absolutely confused. Like I said, I'm not blaming. It's just that please, tell me what's your decision. It's remotely contradicting and I have this cocktail of emotions. Like are you serious or just fooling around or you're unsure of this yourself. Do voice out to me. At least set the record straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just plain confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid throbbing head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-2847596322710527505?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/2847596322710527505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=2847596322710527505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/2847596322710527505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/2847596322710527505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2008/11/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-2545938340502472658</id><published>2008-11-19T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:26:40.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photogenic Day</title><content type='html'>Fell sick, AGAIN. And next week is the major week. Thank you my immune system. You have been great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to post these pictures. Why? Coz Sidah said it was my photogenic day.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate birthday mahhh..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSQt8oYZJ0I/AAAAAAAAArk/lGk2Tmj8tRc/s1600-h/PICT1879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270387983585453890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSQt8oYZJ0I/AAAAAAAAArk/lGk2Tmj8tRc/s320/PICT1879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gmbr lawa tk?? Part 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSQt8cyLuTI/AAAAAAAAArc/Jb7RLRqb4XM/s1600-h/PICT1867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270387980472400178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSQt8cyLuTI/AAAAAAAAArc/Jb7RLRqb4XM/s320/PICT1867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She rocks my socks. Plus, she hot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSQt8AfgUsI/AAAAAAAAArU/LgvwQgMGa4g/s1600-h/PICT1863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270387972877865666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSQt8AfgUsI/AAAAAAAAArU/LgvwQgMGa4g/s320/PICT1863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gmbr lawa tk?? Part 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSQt7zrCovI/AAAAAAAAArM/0NDCXb8KYVQ/s1600-h/PICT1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270387969436590834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSQt7zrCovI/AAAAAAAAArM/0NDCXb8KYVQ/s320/PICT1861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my makcik Sidah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSQt7v61TMI/AAAAAAAAArE/AXb1toOPKso/s1600-h/DSCF3948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270387968429083842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSQt7v61TMI/AAAAAAAAArE/AXb1toOPKso/s320/DSCF3948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awesome background. Toilet rupe2nye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSQrwLY7j8I/AAAAAAAAAq8/yLrc60ns-U0/s1600-h/DSCF3914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270385570621394882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSQrwLY7j8I/AAAAAAAAAq8/yLrc60ns-U0/s320/DSCF3914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Senyumm mesti lebbbaaarrr... The food is awesome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSQrv-eYqBI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ibv7qf8ZUHo/s1600-h/DSCF3904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270385567154612242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSQrv-eYqBI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ibv7qf8ZUHo/s320/DSCF3904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSQrvoJk8BI/AAAAAAAAAqs/vUPUSle5J7c/s1600-h/DSCF3901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270385561161756690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSQrvoJk8BI/AAAAAAAAAqs/vUPUSle5J7c/s320/DSCF3901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSQrvUlc-QI/AAAAAAAAAqk/PJFXgZ8KszE/s1600-h/DSCF3896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270385555909966082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSQrvUlc-QI/AAAAAAAAAqk/PJFXgZ8KszE/s320/DSCF3896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you girls. I love you sooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSQru14-ZxI/AAAAAAAAAqc/8l9M_vmTz68/s1600-h/DSCF3887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270385547670349586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSQru14-ZxI/AAAAAAAAAqc/8l9M_vmTz68/s320/DSCF3887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna know why i LOVE this pic? It shows my calve muscles. Wee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can most probably decipher, I am vain. Very. Vain. Hahaha.&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/4297311571904520738-2545938340502472658?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/2545938340502472658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=2545938340502472658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/2545938340502472658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/2545938340502472658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2008/11/photogenic-day.html' title='Photogenic Day'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSQt8oYZJ0I/AAAAAAAAArk/lGk2Tmj8tRc/s72-c/PICT1879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-4314019952966503617</id><published>2008-11-18T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:34:59.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flirtatious Ways</title><content type='html'>It's 12.30 am and I am happily typing away on the laptop. Finally, after answering my own questions, I find it utterly amusing. So back to the old games, where blushing and girlish giggles are a part of it. NOT! Girlish giggles.. Phuueeyyy. I rock like camp rock. &lt;em&gt;Nak giggle2 mcm budak miang buat ape?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waste of my bloody time.&lt;br /&gt;But... After what it seems like eons, I'm back on the game. (yawww) Hahaha. Treating myself to the best annnddddd... after the common tests, I'll spoil myself on movies and bask in the midst of fun. Who knows what else?? *grins to self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is killing me mentally and datelines for my articles are screaming out to me. I feel like tearing them apart and shove it up someone's you-know-what. Preferbably, G.Washington Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now, when your name appears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I smile and laugh out loud when you say something remotely hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But na-uh... Don't make pre-assumptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-4314019952966503617?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/4314019952966503617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=4314019952966503617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4314019952966503617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/4314019952966503617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2008/11/flirtatious-ways.html' title='Flirtatious Ways'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-7517698773940678492</id><published>2008-11-17T01:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T01:57:12.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickkkkk</title><content type='html'>When things get out of hand, this is what Sheila Darling and I chat abt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;z i m a; angels says:&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;z i m a; angels says:&lt;br /&gt;i want a bf&lt;br /&gt;z i m a; angels says:&lt;br /&gt;get me one&lt;br /&gt;z i m a; angels says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;[c=77][b]sheila.[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;[c=77][b]sheila.[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;i want one too&lt;br /&gt;[c=77][b]sheila.[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll be ur bf&lt;br /&gt;[c=77][b]sheila.[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;u'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;[c=77][b]sheila.[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;[c=77][b]sheila.[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;meaning we both be e guy&lt;br /&gt;z i m a; angels says:&lt;br /&gt;alaaa&lt;br /&gt;[c=77][b]sheila.[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;gitu da gay eh.&lt;br /&gt;z i m a; angels says:&lt;br /&gt;i want to be the girl&lt;br /&gt;z i m a; angels says:&lt;br /&gt;pleeaassseee&lt;br /&gt;z i m a; angels says:&lt;br /&gt;then we take turns&lt;br /&gt;z i m a; angels says:&lt;br /&gt;being the guy i mean&lt;br /&gt;[c=77][b]sheila.[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I WANT TO BE E GIRL TOO!&lt;br /&gt;[c=77][b]sheila.[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;okok take turns&lt;br /&gt;[c=77][b]sheila.[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;u be guy first ok?&lt;br /&gt;z i m a; angels says:&lt;br /&gt;z i m a; angels says:&lt;br /&gt;ok laaaa&lt;br /&gt;[c=77][b]sheila.[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;okay! u i nk shopping&lt;br /&gt;[c=77][b]sheila.[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;blanje boleh&lt;br /&gt;z i m a; angels says:&lt;br /&gt;boleh...i belikn u fake eyelashes kt chamelon k?&lt;br /&gt;z i m a; angels says:&lt;br /&gt;$1.90&lt;br /&gt;[c=77][b]sheila.[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;i nk face shop&lt;br /&gt;[c=77][b]sheila.[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;nk 10&lt;br /&gt;z i m a; angels says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;z i m a; angels says:&lt;br /&gt;u nk i mati pe?? i tgh save duit nk masok minang seyy u&lt;br /&gt;[c=77][b]sheila.[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;okla, utk gubahan lah&lt;br /&gt;z i m a; angels says:&lt;br /&gt;ok la...set...&lt;br /&gt;z i m a; angels says:&lt;br /&gt;i nk jam armani eh&lt;br /&gt;[c=77][b]sheila.[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;armani eh. ala pasar malam byk&lt;br /&gt;[c=77][b]sheila.[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;i belikn 20 pn no sweat ah!&lt;br /&gt;z i m a; angels says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;z i m a; angels says:&lt;br /&gt;cinta u kt i...very obvious sey u&lt;br /&gt;[c=77][b]sheila.[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;obvious kn.. mane nk dpt org mcm i.&lt;br /&gt;[c=77][b]sheila.[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;i la yg sanggup save duit utk 20 armani watch&lt;br /&gt;[c=77][b]sheila.[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;mane nk dpt&lt;br /&gt;[c=77][b]sheila.[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;setiap titik peluh i tu, kerje keras i tu. sume untuk u&lt;br /&gt;z i m a; angels says:&lt;br /&gt;cedebahh..mcm gini ah girl i...&lt;br /&gt;z i m a; angels says:&lt;br /&gt;love u deeeppp2!!! la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go laugh your heads off. HAHA. Sheila just lovessss to crap and so do I. We rock like camp rock ah. Even with this horrible cough, she makes me laugh like a hyena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been falling sick frequently right now. Getting chills, fever and sucky phlegm-filled lungs. Missed school today because of that and slept like a warthog the whole day. I miss being missed. Haha. Whatever. *rolls eyes dramatically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses and hugs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-7517698773940678492?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/7517698773940678492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=7517698773940678492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7517698773940678492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7517698773940678492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2008/11/sickkkkk.html' title='Sickkkkk'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-6908634021792184184</id><published>2008-11-16T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:33:59.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>So, Sidah made it seem like I had ruined the whole surpise get up. I was cursing myself for being such a dweeb. So EVERYONE was putting up a show for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt: Hurry up la..I got a roadshow later.&lt;br /&gt;Esah: You knw where are we going? I don't.&lt;br /&gt;Sidah: Nurhazimah Vijaya is a plan ruiner.&lt;br /&gt;Bila: I will be 20mins late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the slow poke that I am, I didn't see anything coming. Sidah, Esah, Bila and I were snapping away with our respective cameras. (which was supposed to be a way to delay time) All of a sudden I saw these group of makciks and pakcik waving at us at the carpark of Sakura. *At this point, I was still a blurr blob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self: Is that Abbah?&lt;br /&gt;Sidah: Surprise!!!&lt;br /&gt;Self: HUH?? *smiles like a bafoon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go..This year has been an absolutely awesome. From friends who celebrated my birthday, to this amazing family who threw me a great surprise. I feel loved fromhead to toe. Aww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, if you wish to humour yourself up, visit my cousin's blog, Rash, in my links and watch videos that we recorded. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDFpdE49TI/AAAAAAAAAqU/x187DcyStzM/s1600-h/DSCF3911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269428879993926962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDFpdE49TI/AAAAAAAAAqU/x187DcyStzM/s320/DSCF3911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My VERY adorable bugsy and tweety cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDFpVJ_gCI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ahJtjDSxSJE/s1600-h/IMG_1215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269428877867843618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDFpVJ_gCI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ahJtjDSxSJE/s320/IMG_1215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls and a spastic Haleem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDFodm1QcI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ZAvaOGpG3tY/s1600-h/IMG_1210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269428862956421570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDFodm1QcI/AAAAAAAAAqE/ZAvaOGpG3tY/s320/IMG_1210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heroes season 5??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDFEwMzcfI/AAAAAAAAAp8/__w17CQNidI/s1600-h/IMG_1207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269428249472233970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDFEwMzcfI/AAAAAAAAAp8/__w17CQNidI/s320/IMG_1207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fatin, the Bouncer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDFEdrqguI/AAAAAAAAAp0/gNX2SpKlkv4/s1600-h/IMG_1202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269428244501398242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDFEdrqguI/AAAAAAAAAp0/gNX2SpKlkv4/s320/IMG_1202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to re-live the High School Musical moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDFEFW0nZI/AAAAAAAAAps/xcimXQD5Mcs/s1600-h/IMG_1198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269428237971529106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDFEFW0nZI/AAAAAAAAAps/xcimXQD5Mcs/s320/IMG_1198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bloated, Fat and Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDFDz-PcaI/AAAAAAAAApk/QL0Wv1yEa6I/s1600-h/IMG_1194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269428233305026978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDFDz-PcaI/AAAAAAAAApk/QL0Wv1yEa6I/s320/IMG_1194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 2 boys who lost their way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDFDrIrDFI/AAAAAAAAApc/bn1lBd42fMs/s1600-h/IMG_1192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269428230932859986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDFDrIrDFI/AAAAAAAAApc/bn1lBd42fMs/s320/IMG_1192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be there every step of the way as you grow up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDDkxlf1mI/AAAAAAAAApU/PjskbnocUc4/s1600-h/IMG_1177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269426600576800354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDDkxlf1mI/AAAAAAAAApU/PjskbnocUc4/s320/IMG_1177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What?? I love my pudding..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDDkbYTxzI/AAAAAAAAApM/5K5w2Yloh4w/s1600-h/IMG_1167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269426594615904050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDDkbYTxzI/AAAAAAAAApM/5K5w2Yloh4w/s320/IMG_1167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The AWESOME family who threw an AWESOME surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDDkPe-3nI/AAAAAAAAApE/FEIXLiwiIO4/s1600-h/IMG_1164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269426591422668402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDDkPe-3nI/AAAAAAAAApE/FEIXLiwiIO4/s320/IMG_1164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisya dah pandai pose seyyy... HAHA. ANTM eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDDjoiJOSI/AAAAAAAAAo8/0I4IB3nBQec/s1600-h/IMG_1163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269426580966947106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDDjoiJOSI/AAAAAAAAAo8/0I4IB3nBQec/s320/IMG_1163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My beloved Makcik Esah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDDjJ82UuI/AAAAAAAAAo0/-IRMmT-384M/s1600-h/IMG_1154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269426572757455586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDDjJ82UuI/AAAAAAAAAo0/-IRMmT-384M/s320/IMG_1154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sidah, my 'boys are never worth it Zima' advisor.&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/4297311571904520738-6908634021792184184?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/6908634021792184184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=6908634021792184184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6908634021792184184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/6908634021792184184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SSDFpdE49TI/AAAAAAAAAqU/x187DcyStzM/s72-c/DSCF3911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297311571904520738.post-7043537359282689663</id><published>2008-11-15T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T07:11:33.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To Sidah, Esah and Bila, sorry I ruined your plans. I SERIOUSLY WAS CLUELESS! That is why I love each and every1 of you sooo much. I LOVE MY COUSINS HARDCORE. Why you may ask? Because they simply won't let me have a single frown whenever they are around me. We rock like camp rock! *okay this part I'm sure people are rolling their eyes* So what? I have the greatest family. Losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been ultimately amazing. Unlike last year, I fed the monkeys on Rifle Range Road famous amos on my birthday. HAHAHA. You heard that right. I was emo-ing with the monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to be sad with these angels around me. Be it family or friends. You guys simply light up my everydays with sprinkles of sunshine. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidah, I apologise again. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297311571904520738-7043537359282689663?l=vamp-it-up.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/feeds/7043537359282689663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4297311571904520738&amp;postID=7043537359282689663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7043537359282689663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297311571904520738/posts/default/7043537359282689663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vamp-it-up.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-sidah-esah-and-bila-sorry-i-ruined.html' title=''/><author><name>Abstacts Of My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10875117492678608540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YU8xRwlNz8U/SmwWHVeLxBI/AAAAAAAAA0g/JNMIflnv3fE/S220/IMG_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
