<?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-28862135</id><updated>2011-11-28T00:29:26.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Lil Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>293</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-8773000625762369600</id><published>2008-12-14T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:50:44.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is copyrighed: Nur Edlin Effendi</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paparazzi drowning me too deep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, I'm famous. Too famous I cannot believe it myself sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pretend I din't stumble upon she-who-shall-not-be-named blog. As much as I'm really highly tempted to disclose your identity, I shall not. Cause what sets me apart from you is, I'm 100% authentic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not and insyallah will never stripped off what's rightfully others and pretend like it's mine. If ever I've done so, I don't think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I still love everybody and everyone. PEACE NO WAR &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/symbolic/peace.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, open your mouth and ask for the new URL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause one stalker is more than enough&lt;br /&gt;Good Day, Lovelies [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-8773000625762369600?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8773000625762369600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=8773000625762369600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8773000625762369600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8773000625762369600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/12/everything-is-copyrighed-nur-edlin.html' title='Everything is copyrighed: Nur Edlin Effendi'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-8866598916539609438</id><published>2008-12-14T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:42:22.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He who smells like heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SUTt5Vve9rI/AAAAAAAABhY/voY4nR7nlyg/s400/S7301486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279606232529696434" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a proper training. Precious had to run a 2.4 km and he finished within 9++ minutes. &amp; Mr hot hot heat got 2nd in his platoon, Bravo ! Don't you wish your Boyfriend was hot like mine. Okay shut up Edlin, it's not nice to brag. Din't your mama teach you ? Can't help it. Sexcited, much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family day was stuuuuuuuupendous (Barney's tone, just watched it recently heh) There were adorable skits and I get to see the relatives who've grown from average to awful and the ones who've grown from cute to gorgeous. And as long as Ernie's around, everything's fun. What more with Alyssa, my colgate white teeth cousin. &amp; how can I miss Siti. She makes you feel cute everytime you're around her cause everyone keeps giving you that omg-so-adorable look. Hello We're the sisters who wear identical look-alike clothes all the time  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ! Did I tell you Ernie spilled hot oil on my hand. Okay, duh~ Of course I din't tell you. Well, now I'm telling. It's fucking painful and she actually laughed at me cause she thought I was laughing. It was so painful I was smiling but I had heavy tears flowing down. We tried putting colgate and it became so fucking painful and heaty, I washed it off. Thanks Ernie, I love you ! Clumsy shithead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti's annoying the fucking fuck out of me, really. She got herself the LG touch-screen phone and she cannot stop playing the games. I don't care if she wants to play till her eyeballs actually dropped off or her hair starts turning gray or teeth starts decaying or she smells like Abang when he comes home from soccer or oh-you-get-the-point-already but it'd be really really nice if she can off the sound cause the bombing and gunshot is really distracting I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've got a call to wait. And a show to catch. Goodnight Angels [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SUTt5mVVzoI/AAAAAAAABhg/BZaNpBTqCJc/s400/S7301492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279606236983447170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably be way below his shoulder once he comes out from National Service.&lt;br /&gt;And he'd probably weigh twice as much WOO.&lt;br /&gt;Big big muscular Boyfriend, me looove !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-8866598916539609438?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8866598916539609438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=8866598916539609438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8866598916539609438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8866598916539609438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/12/he-who-smells-like-heaven.html' title='He who smells like heaven'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SUTt5Vve9rI/AAAAAAAABhY/voY4nR7nlyg/s72-c/S7301486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-3715153948736201796</id><published>2008-12-13T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:54:11.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For this Civilian thirsts for her Soldier</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SUPIo1DEP6I/AAAAAAAABhQ/aNgaI8GtdQg/s400/Photo0074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279283791968616354" /&gt;Please don't mind the really comical edits. I'm no gifted photo editor so this is all I can do to spice up my not-that-much-of-a-post either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernie's being sucha bitch -__-" She unintentionally (or so she says) forgot that I'm sleeping early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernie : Eh, come watch match with me. Today got match&lt;br /&gt;Me : Your head laa I want to sleep &lt;br /&gt;Ernie : Your head ah ! I always come you haven't sleep ! You will... oh ya... zaini go NS hahahaha Usually you talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it screams a capital B for Bitch with an extra dose of exclamation marks PFFT oh what-ev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Keluarga Pohon Beringin's family day WOO. We're going to be wearing malay traditional costumes, together with the scarf. Cannot wait. There'll be plenty of food and it'd be at the mosque. Gives me opportunity to feel holy. It must have been eons since I last went into a mosque. I feel like sucha bad muslim manxz. I will try praying for Boyfriend's safety if given the chance. OH GOD, SHED SOME LIGHT AMIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa's planning on taking us girls for holiday. What's holidays without the travel. However so, I'm seriously not in the holiday-mood just yet. Probably cause we still have projects breathing down our neck right at this second as I type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my posts are getting aimless. Boyfriend called and we caught up on alot of "stuffs". Sweetheart's super strong and he'd nail all the exercises with a closed eye YEAH ! The only thing that keeps me happy about him going for NS is; Mr Muhammad Ruzaini has only 20 sticks to last 12 days which is really highly impossible MUAHAHA Hello, it's only day 2 and he's left with 3 sticks. I think he's damn lucky to have really nice Sir's and to be served really great food. So much for tough life HAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I shall call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;Yknow what's the best part of every night. It's closer to 12 am which means a tomorrow. And every time it turns tomorrow (12 am) It means I'm a day closer to meeting Boyfriend. And the only time I'm able to really feel Boyfriend's presence is when I'm asleep. He promised to visit my dreams every night and my Beloved never breaks his promise [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-3715153948736201796?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/3715153948736201796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=3715153948736201796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/3715153948736201796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/3715153948736201796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-this-civilian-thirsts-for-her.html' title='For this Civilian thirsts for her Soldier'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SUPIo1DEP6I/AAAAAAAABhQ/aNgaI8GtdQg/s72-c/Photo0074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-8196592325223356447</id><published>2008-12-13T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:19:59.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come home, please</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SUKO_ysFiEI/AAAAAAAABhI/-3RVChWd53w/s400/alone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278938939821230146" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I've never felt so &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;alone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-8196592325223356447?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8196592325223356447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=8196592325223356447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8196592325223356447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8196592325223356447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/12/come-home-please.html' title='Come home, please'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SUKO_ysFiEI/AAAAAAAABhI/-3RVChWd53w/s72-c/alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-4525311333829683375</id><published>2008-12-12T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:58:23.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it me or is it Lonely ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SUJjtosCnjI/AAAAAAAABg4/pQUi53k0_Jg/s400/roar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278891348899044914" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a reason to why I din't want to send Boyfriend away. I knew I'd tear. More like drown the hall a river. But, guess what ? I didn't [: (I cried, but nowhere close a river)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh. I missed AFA to send Sweetheart off. His family was so lovely to bring me along (Notice I'm not so close to his family as much as he's super close to mine) National Service food is horrible, or at least the combat ration is. The bunk looks a lot like Pertapis' and Bukit Panjang Camp has tons of Chinese. This is good, I'd prefer Sweetheart mixing with the Chinese. Imma racist to my own race, irony of a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying is okay, isn't it ? Just say it is to make me feel good alright. I'm not sad, probably just lonely. While watching tv, I feel droplets filling my eyeballs. In the car, on the bed. Basically, everytime I'm alone. Siti caught me doing it and she hugged me only to accompany me crying. And the best part, (please sound enthusiatic upon hearing this) we don't even know why we're crying. Cool, ain't it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH-EM-GEE I cannot wait for Christmas. Not for Santa or presents but my honeybuns kentut is coming home. Sexciting, much WOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT MUHAMMAD RUZAINI KHAIRIL A JUST CALLED GOODBYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SUJjt_8nYuI/AAAAAAAABhA/0gPvJIVwwqk/s400/12moredays.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278891355142578914" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-4525311333829683375?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/4525311333829683375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=4525311333829683375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4525311333829683375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4525311333829683375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-it-me-or-is-it-lonely.html' title='Is it me or is it Lonely ?'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SUJjtosCnjI/AAAAAAAABg4/pQUi53k0_Jg/s72-c/roar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-4722905412287501639</id><published>2008-12-10T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:06:29.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick and Norah's infinite playlist</title><content type='html'>I had a super long string of sad words I intended to posts. Only to draft it cause I think sad post makes my blog looks oogly. And oogly is not applicable for elurophobia.bs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That paragraph above sounded so arrogant, din't it ? Hi, I'm Cruella's daughter; sister to Drizella... NOT ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I've decided that from today onwards, Imma be posting more often (I say this so often, it isn't impactful anymore, isn't it) Promise to practice what I preach and more posts it shall be, insyallah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me fairly well, you must have known that my Boyfriend, Muhammad Ruzaini Bin Khairil A is going of for National Service this Friday. Uh-huh, my skinny weeny celery is off to serve the nation (how admirable, totally) 2 weeks of no Ruzaini, really actually means 2 weeks of pale lifeless loserfied half-dead and barely alive Yours Truly, Nur Edlin [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side (not so bright, really) Okay fine. So on the fairly non-darker side, there's Siti and Ernie to look forward to. Family needs me and Imma be there. If it's not Layar Andayu's training, then home it is. Actually, it's super bright already on this side. Ernie's the happening part and Siti's definitely the sickening HAHA I love you Siti I do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't already know, all those ambitions and rambles up above are plain empty talk. Just wait and see [: (Isn't the wait just killing you WOO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck, Infantry [:&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend's always praying for your safety and well-being. &lt;br /&gt;May Allah protect you during your time in National Service AMIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-4722905412287501639?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/4722905412287501639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=4722905412287501639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4722905412287501639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4722905412287501639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/12/nick-and-norahs-infinite-playlist_10.html' title='Nick and Norah&apos;s infinite playlist'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-5977069937138249291</id><published>2008-12-10T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:03:50.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like no one else did ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ST6eaA18FXI/AAAAAAAABgI/Cm4O2rR6gBk/s400/P081208_19.26.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277829983064823154" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Hari All [:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ST6eai01-tI/AAAAAAAABgQ/L6t0YAOJFvQ/s400/Photo0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277829992187034322" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ST6fOXTe8MI/AAAAAAAABgY/hefLh04eQgA/s400/Photo0009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277830882447519938" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as Sweetheart's bugging me to prepare my presentation tomorrow (which takes up 25% of my module, mind you) I say FUCK CARE HAHA Yes, I am that fierce. &amp; Now, I'm hereby prepared for Boyfriend to knock my head unconscious &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/expressive/fight.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend's ensuring I'm kept happy all day and I love him super duper ultra mega mighty morphin for that. This man here keeps me smiling all day thru rain or shine. Now this something I'd never trade for anything in the world &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/romantic/iloveusign.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Love You"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were tons and tons of updates I had in mind and apparently, now that I'm blogging. Everything just POOF &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes later... (Literally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially hate school. PS: Wish you were dead &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/symbolic/tombstone.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, you don't know how miserable you're making my life. I'm going to screw up tomorrow and am proud to say it out loud. All hail, me myself and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING OFF, GOODNIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-5977069937138249291?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/5977069937138249291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=5977069937138249291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5977069937138249291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5977069937138249291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/12/like-no-one-else-did.html' title='Like no one else did ;)'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/ST6eaA18FXI/AAAAAAAABgI/Cm4O2rR6gBk/s72-c/P081208_19.26.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-2167060300465301059</id><published>2008-12-07T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:35:04.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Hello to my Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/STqpE0IRSfI/AAAAAAAABgA/ou9MRW0owqc/s400/samsung_tocco_pink_cpw_155x238-150x230.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276715813595859442" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="ARIAL BLACK"&gt;SGH-F480&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="Helvetica"&gt;Full Touch Screen with "New touch UI" phone that has a slim and minimal design. Equipped with a 5 Megapixel auto-focus camera with LED flash, 3.5G connectivity, high-speed data connectivity and mobile blogging function. This stylish touch screen phone is designed to meet all your multimedia needs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-2167060300465301059?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/2167060300465301059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=2167060300465301059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/2167060300465301059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/2167060300465301059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/12/say-hello-to-my-baby.html' title='Say Hello to my Baby'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/STqpE0IRSfI/AAAAAAAABgA/ou9MRW0owqc/s72-c/samsung_tocco_pink_cpw_155x238-150x230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-6477539704234985530</id><published>2008-12-07T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:37:49.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go scream and shout</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/STqihYG5H1I/AAAAAAAABf4/sjfqS4TK-Bo/s200/GEEK.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276708607708700498" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is my fairytale ALHAMDULILLAH&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so I guess you've guessed the pic's a lil old but I don't fucking care&lt;br /&gt;This boy here is he who never fails to make laugh all the time over and over again. And I love him so, just so yknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Why is it that the things you least expect will bound to happen ? Sometimes, I start questioning who's fault it really is. I'd love to point fingers but really, everyone's to be blame. Like Ernie said she's wallowing on self-pity and I think he's too selfish and heartless to bother. You preach on love, yet you don't practice. I don't know why I'm blogging about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's been prolonging too long and I cannot stand no further. I don't wish and don't want to take sides, but it's like you're forcing me to. Both you and him convince me further. &amp; I still choose to believe this is all temporary. It is temporary, isn't it ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 will be a lot better, wouldn't it ? Let's make this work out all right. Let's go back to those days where I was the trouble-maker, not him not her. At least it means you still have got each other to love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you both the same forever and ever [: &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS ABANG :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-6477539704234985530?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/6477539704234985530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=6477539704234985530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/6477539704234985530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/6477539704234985530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/12/ever-ever-after.html' title='Let&apos;s go scream and shout'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/STqihYG5H1I/AAAAAAAABf4/sjfqS4TK-Bo/s72-c/GEEK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-2366074582599374617</id><published>2008-12-05T14:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:11:41.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our infinite playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/STjTTsnUFVI/AAAAAAAABfw/esJ699d0REY/s400/myman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276199298811565394" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Now all my hopes and all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Are suddenly reality&lt;br /&gt;You've opened up my heart to feel&lt;br /&gt;A kind of love that's truly real&lt;br /&gt;A guiding light that'll never fade&lt;br /&gt;There's not a thing in life I would ever trade&lt;br /&gt;For the love you give it won't let go&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll always know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-98 Degrees&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/STjSrtcPCxI/AAAAAAAABfo/2iux5LpzqHk/s400/spasm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276198611838765842" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my own version of infinite playlist with Boyfriend, dyou ? &lt;br /&gt;Now don't start being a copy-cat-hope-you-grow-fat :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-2366074582599374617?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/2366074582599374617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=2366074582599374617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/2366074582599374617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/2366074582599374617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-infinite-playlist.html' title='Our infinite playlist'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/STjTTsnUFVI/AAAAAAAABfw/esJ699d0REY/s72-c/myman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-8934721581926219188</id><published>2008-12-04T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:16:23.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my own personal brand of heroine</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/STetDXcfWHI/AAAAAAAABfg/no1CPLb0clc/s400/1_920618271l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275875761832548466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaini's leaving in less than a week. I miss him already :(&lt;br /&gt;(FYI, he's beside me) I AM SO LAME THANK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause nobody can love me like you do&lt;br /&gt;And I can love no one as much as I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-8934721581926219188?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8934721581926219188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=8934721581926219188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8934721581926219188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8934721581926219188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-own-personal-brand-of-heroine.html' title='my own personal brand of heroine'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/STetDXcfWHI/AAAAAAAABfg/no1CPLb0clc/s72-c/1_920618271l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-7014661347147099932</id><published>2008-12-03T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:55:48.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause blood's thicker than water</title><content type='html'>My brother's glued to his PSP. The boy who's turning into a man HAHA. Yes, National Service calls today. No Abang for at least a month WOO No big bully, No big guy to insult my intelligence No more lame jokes at home. OMG I miss him already :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My top 2 favourite sister (I only have 2 sisters haha) turned 16 last weekend. The most special woman in my life, Nur Ernie Effendi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti's hair screams hello-I-am-ugly-not-cute-poodle big time. She eats like pig. No pig eat like her. HEH Okay I love my family so big big sekali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/STYAxaSU2LI/AAAAAAAABfA/os46iZpqZUs/s400/DSCN0232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275404862380890290" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/STYAxKgQsVI/AAAAAAAABe4/TeP95C8WH10/s400/DSCN0231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275404858144371026" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/STYAyP2V-bI/AAAAAAAABfY/aFUJc0J5bLw/s400/DSCN0259.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275404876759038386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/STYAxhVctmI/AAAAAAAABfQ/aerFDkpaQY0/s400/DSCN0240.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275404864273036898" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/STYAxqR_Z2I/AAAAAAAABfI/ZENmWKsjVck/s400/DSCN0236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275404866674452322" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/STX_-GPaW1I/AAAAAAAABew/UNtFBhkd_78/s400/DSCN0226.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275403980826630994" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/STX_-I46T3I/AAAAAAAABeo/UxHRgnm_TDQ/s400/DSCN0219.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275403981537562482" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/STX_96BVCxI/AAAAAAAABeg/4aIunfKU0Fw/s400/DSCN0207.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275403977546337042" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/STX_9yDXUQI/AAAAAAAABeY/uAwb5KhKyZs/s400/DSCN0205.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275403975407390978" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/STX_9q5XJBI/AAAAAAAABeQ/s0c-Af9t-Z8/s400/DSCN0204.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275403973486388242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/STX-cZtLZaI/AAAAAAAABeI/P8kY-e_91jc/s400/DSCN0199.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275402302424573346" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/STX-bgx-5NI/AAAAAAAABeA/0FM_6eMVXro/s400/DSCN0196.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275402287143904466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/STX-bUGdT1I/AAAAAAAABd4/W8qzVnPRfLw/s400/DSCN0195.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275402283740122962" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/STX-batd0qI/AAAAAAAABdw/khO-sMzJ-Mg/s400/DSCN0191.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275402285514347170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/STX-bDtWzLI/AAAAAAAABdo/rcLVDahcVmA/s400/DSCN0189.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275402279339871410" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-7014661347147099932?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7014661347147099932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=7014661347147099932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/7014661347147099932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/7014661347147099932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/12/cause-bloods-thicker-than-water.html' title='Cause blood&apos;s thicker than water'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/STYAxaSU2LI/AAAAAAAABfA/os46iZpqZUs/s72-c/DSCN0232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-8297817481371264807</id><published>2008-11-29T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T13:16:53.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine's just right for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;Saturdays spells Family Day [: &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh a family is people&lt;br /&gt;&amp; a family is Love&lt;br /&gt;That's a family&lt;br /&gt;They come in all different sizes&lt;br /&gt;&amp; different kinds&lt;br /&gt;But mine's just right for me [: &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-8297817481371264807?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8297817481371264807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=8297817481371264807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8297817481371264807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8297817481371264807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/11/mines-just-right-for-me.html' title='Mine&apos;s just right for me'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-6075791200012897016</id><published>2008-11-26T08:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:08:49.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever and ever</title><content type='html'>Hello My name is Loser How are you ? I'm not fine and no thank you Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up extra extra early of plans to do up the questionnaire for Oral comm but ended up chickening myself out. Just so yknow, I'm doing on reality tv and I just had to pick the local movie Wujud. So right now, I'm struggling real bad cause I'm neither her nor there in my progress. I want to get it over and done with but at the same time do not wish to catch the show. And not catching the show means cannot do project which also sadly equals to a big fat &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;font style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Fail&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody anybody a kind hearted soul, please reach out your helping hand to me. Especially if you've caught Wujud, better if once a week (which is fucking weird, but I don't care) Now my project's on stall cause I cannot make no reviews of any such YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Maybe I'm still digesting the fact that you're going away. I myself am not able to explain the leakage everyday. But I'm still glad at least you're still around to just be there. As much as you'd say it'd all get better, you'll still be here and not go anywhere I know it isn't true. But really, it doesn't matter. As long as the it's-okay or everything-will-be-alright-promise comes from you, it makes me feel a whole lot better. &lt;B&gt;I love you [:&lt;/B&gt; &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-6075791200012897016?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/6075791200012897016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=6075791200012897016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/6075791200012897016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/6075791200012897016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/11/forever-and-ever.html' title='Forever and ever'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-6515522413310266259</id><published>2008-11-23T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:08:20.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of childhood reminiscence</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SSg5nqXgz5I/AAAAAAAABdg/96-sBwdvBaY/s400/tinymen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271526717387755410" /&gt;-Postsecret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/nature/shootingstar.gif border=0&gt; I used to make spells cause I think it'd come true (Thanks to Sabrina, the teenage witch and Charmed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/nature/shootingstar.gif border=0&gt;I don't lock the doors when I'm in the toilet cause I'm afraid when I open, I'd be in another dimension. I still don't lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/nature/shootingstar.gif border=0&gt;I used to use shawls and place it on my hair with a hairband, pretending I have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/nature/shootingstar.gif border=0&gt;I don't mind putting soap in my eyes cause I'm afraid to close my eyes in the toilet. I quickly wash my face now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/nature/shootingstar.gif border=0&gt;I used to dig my belly button while drinking my milk before I go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/nature/shootingstar.gif border=0&gt;I used to think that Sri Lanka was in Malaysia until I entered Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/nature/shootingstar.gif border=0&gt;I used to cut my barbie doll's hair. Everytime it turned out horrible(it always does, one became nearly-bald), I'm afraid they'd come after me at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/nature/shootingstar.gif border=0&gt;I choose to believe that my toys comes to life at night (Thanks to Enid Blyton)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think that's just about the lamest things I used to believe and do back when I was young. Oh, and I pee alot in my sleep. Until as old as Primary 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&amp; Don't you just hate my previous angry post. So do I.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-6515522413310266259?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/6515522413310266259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=6515522413310266259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/6515522413310266259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/6515522413310266259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-childhood-reminiscence.html' title='Of childhood reminiscence'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SSg5nqXgz5I/AAAAAAAABdg/96-sBwdvBaY/s72-c/tinymen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-7867343083377887547</id><published>2008-11-22T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:21:40.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry I can't yell anymore louder</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SSgg60LsANI/AAAAAAAABdY/7VbLyBMgq84/s400/Bitch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271499558649331922" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an overdue pic but I don't care cause Boyfriend just edited it HAHA We were experimenting with some new software I downloaded since ever but only came to realise lately. &amp; you can stop reading from this sentence onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fuck you.&lt;/b&gt; So you think I fucking care ? Guess what, I don't. If you think I'm taking things for granted, I say SPEAK FOR YOURSELF. Look into the fucking mirror, maybe it's you who needs the reflection not me. If you think Imma be respecting you, then think again. Cause honestly, I fucking don't. There's probably a reason why everyone's giving you the cold shoulder cause maybe, we fucking know what's going on and about. So maybe, you can please realise and stop taking others for granted bloody hell. Second chances don't come all the time. I am beginning to hate you ALOT you &lt;b&gt;stupid bugger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If given the chance, I'd be Hiro Nakamura and turn back time. Make things right. And at times like these, I need family. How I wish :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot stand it already. Need Boyfriend pronto BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-7867343083377887547?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7867343083377887547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=7867343083377887547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/7867343083377887547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/7867343083377887547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-sorry-i-cant-yell-anymore-louder.html' title='I&apos;m sorry I can&apos;t yell anymore louder'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SSgg60LsANI/AAAAAAAABdY/7VbLyBMgq84/s72-c/Bitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-6253710864192945332</id><published>2008-11-20T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:48:50.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, my name is Stranger</title><content type='html'>I'm on this massive deleting spree for Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;My Facebook's officially dead, couldn't log in.&lt;br /&gt;I've got no myspace, okay never did.&lt;br /&gt;My life revolves around Family and Ruzaini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how socially-deprived I am.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I think I'm happy just the way it is ALHAMDULILLAH (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-6253710864192945332?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/6253710864192945332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=6253710864192945332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/6253710864192945332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/6253710864192945332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-my-name-is-stranger.html' title='Hello, my name is Stranger'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-2861145573959089154</id><published>2008-11-20T12:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:08:05.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute is his middle name</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SSTsctjNrpI/AAAAAAAABdQ/Jamgu2kyTrU/s200/DSC04096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270597441938108050" /&gt;That's what you get when Girlfriend ask you to watch Twitches* Too at Disney Channel and you end up sleeping. There I was so eggcited and when I turned, Zaini's asleep. When he made watch Hindi movies, I was totally wide awake. Twitches* Too only lasted an hour plus (I think) and he fell asleep. &amp; Girlfriend snapped a pic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, we actually stayed home cause I was still not feeling that well (leg hurts) Which means an MC for Tuesday and din't attend school on the Wednesday. We played Monopoly and I think Siti was champion. Hard to believe, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in school and it's boring the shit out of me tits (WTF) Okay, I cannot wait to go home after this cause my eyes hurt so bad and I've got mences on a super wrong day. I might consider getting angry today cause it's supposedly the time of my month. If I succeed in getting PMS, I shall elaborate. Which is highly unlikely cause I'm highly retarded and never get PMS ever. Maybe cause I AM A HAPPY KIDDO YO' !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SSTr23zL4CI/AAAAAAAABdI/VA_W-SSjWL8/s400/DSC04094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270596791854424098" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-2861145573959089154?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/2861145573959089154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=2861145573959089154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/2861145573959089154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/2861145573959089154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/11/cute-is-his-middle-name.html' title='Cute is his middle name'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SSTsctjNrpI/AAAAAAAABdQ/Jamgu2kyTrU/s72-c/DSC04096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-141810657588368132</id><published>2008-11-19T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:57:29.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move I</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 396px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SSQ1HKRNnuI/AAAAAAAABdA/-l0c4Lf0VO8/s400/Twilights.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270395861062229730" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book made Ernie pause O's revision. Yes, the book's that good. Have not read, and don't intend to. But I really really need to watch. Pretty please, anyone ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; of course Dan Brown's Angels and Demons. That's another must-watch. Although the screening prolly missed out almost the entire details, it's still a must watch. Let's just hope it'd be alot better than Da Vinci Code which wasn't really a disappointment. Unless of course, you din't read cause you'd most probably not understand. Okay, so maybe it was a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Can we catch &lt;b&gt;Bolt&lt;/b&gt; too, please Boyfriend ?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ! Sleepy. Talk cock Sing song I'm the best (YKNOW ! My brother made this for his cheer, back when he was in SJI simply proving independent school ain't that &lt;strike&gt;great&lt;/strike&gt;disciplined) MUAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-141810657588368132?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/141810657588368132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=141810657588368132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/141810657588368132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/141810657588368132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/11/move-i.html' title='Move I'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SSQ1HKRNnuI/AAAAAAAABdA/-l0c4Lf0VO8/s72-c/Twilights.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-1863805380667259138</id><published>2008-11-19T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:35:12.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siti's Graduation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SSQxwHbMWQI/AAAAAAAABc4/j3e95p2TBPA/s400/DSCN0067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270392166626908418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SSQxwP_56BI/AAAAAAAABcw/i4wYcFy0YT4/s400/DSCN0066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270392168928372754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SSQxv_Mm65I/AAAAAAAABco/cZtKaG0CADI/s400/DSCN0065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270392164418251666" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SSQxg6SgcmI/AAAAAAAABcg/BzIDrqEy5YU/s400/DSCN0064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270391905402778210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SSQxgo7eFoI/AAAAAAAABcY/SIAvnWSI-r0/s400/DSCN0057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270391900742751874" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SSQxgjWSe9I/AAAAAAAABcQ/Jp_oAPPctmA/s400/DSCN0055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270391899244624850" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SSQxgSlN4gI/AAAAAAAABcI/cFOkBBATPJo/s400/DSCN0051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270391894743835138" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SSQxfzk0tzI/AAAAAAAABcA/tIb3P9haKvA/s400/DSCN0050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270391886420686642" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SSQxJrfYjcI/AAAAAAAABb4/AOl8cY9a2so/s400/DSCN0049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270391506293263810" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SSQxJv01vlI/AAAAAAAABbw/HJIa4pQcy6Y/s400/DSCN0048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270391507456998994" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SSQxJcAv-tI/AAAAAAAABbo/CncGypb4rBE/s400/DSCN0043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270391502138243794" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SSQxJQsooXI/AAAAAAAABbg/GxKmZTPP5yM/s400/DSCN0036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270391499101086066" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SSQxIoWVD9I/AAAAAAAABbY/CJ10K0EOYi4/s400/DSCN0035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270391488270110674" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby sister's starting Primary School at De La Salle soon. Excited much. &amp; there she is, playing mak-mak anak-anak pondok-pondok. Yeaps, exactly now. She's feeding her lame useless expensive doll who speaks, feeds and cries; exactly now. Never too old to do anything. I might consider joining her, in fact :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;30 minutes later&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH-MY-GOD SITI IS SUCHAN IRRITANT HELP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-1863805380667259138?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/1863805380667259138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=1863805380667259138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1863805380667259138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1863805380667259138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/11/sitis-graduation-day.html' title='Siti&apos;s Graduation Day'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SSQxwHbMWQI/AAAAAAAABc4/j3e95p2TBPA/s72-c/DSCN0067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-5793053473780664083</id><published>2008-11-19T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:21:28.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;Center&gt;10 &lt;u&gt;Weird&lt;/u&gt; Things/Habits/Little Facts about myself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/symbolic/arrow.gif border=0&gt; I'd tear badly when I poop. Not just me, the whole family does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/symbolic/arrow.gif border=0&gt; I'd sing and speak loudly when I'm alone. It helps me overcome my fear of ghosts by at least 0.1% by doing so LOSER MUCH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/symbolic/arrow.gif border=0&gt; I am a devotee of Fairytales. My life revolves around "Once upon a time" and "Happily ever after"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/symbolic/arrow.gif border=0&gt; I'd tear badly when I laugh. Not just me, the whole family does. (Yes, again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/symbolic/arrow.gif border=0&gt; I drool gallons and litres of saliva in my sleep GROSS MUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/symbolic/arrow.gif border=0&gt; I talk sing cry scream in my sleep all the fucking time, promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/symbolic/arrow.gif border=0&gt; I am crazy in love with the smell of Muhammad Ruzaini Khairil A's armpit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/symbolic/arrow.gif border=0&gt; I am a strong believer in the do's and dont's of the Malay culture (Eg Playing of umbrella at home invites snakes, singing while cooking gives old husband )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/symbolic/arrow.gif border=0&gt; (In contrary to no.8) I don't enjoy speaking in Malay, simply cause I suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/symbolic/arrow.gif border=0&gt; I &lt;b&gt;smile&lt;/b&gt; all the time. To somebody, everybody, anybody, even nobody &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging everyone and anyone who wants to do this GO!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I wish to give a shoutout to my dearest boyfriend; I love you [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-5793053473780664083?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/5793053473780664083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=5793053473780664083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5793053473780664083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5793053473780664083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-sarah.html' title='Tagged by Sarah'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-5447251083045979635</id><published>2008-11-18T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:21:46.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Fuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;OH-EM-GEE &lt;/B&gt; My fucking leg's fucking itchy and I fucking cannot sleep cause it's fucking painful Fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-5447251083045979635?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/5447251083045979635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=5447251083045979635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5447251083045979635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5447251083045979635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-fuck.html' title='Hey Fuck'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-6894594124646439952</id><published>2008-11-18T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:29:24.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me on a plane and fly me to anywhere, with you</title><content type='html'>I've got dirty rash on my leg (right) It's draining the fuck out of me and I am hereby; Crippled. Amputation takes place in another hour and I'm reading my prayers. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, cut the exaggeration. Really, the pain is draining the fuck out of me. &amp; thankfully, it hasn't reach need-to-amputate-leg stage yet. I've been texting Papa alot. And I heartxz my Father so much AWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly : Pa, I need to buy the book by tomorrow, if not cannot go inside class. 36 bucks. Then I wanna get stationery too. Must remember know, later the teacher scold me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; he left me a whoopee 50. Thank you [:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is the funny part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly : Pa, can I please please please get another mp3. Even Siti has one, and the best part I cannot even hear in class cause I have to on loudly since i don't even have an earpiece. Please (with a sad face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa : &lt;b&gt;;-} &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly : THANK YOU !! Love you infinity times (with a smiley face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa : &lt;b&gt;:-o&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly : That is a no eh -_- Puh-leeeeeeeeeese papa (with a crying emoticon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa : &lt;b&gt; :-b&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the last straw. I called him straight after and burst out, "PAPA ! I TAK PAHAM LAA BAPAK-BAPAK NYER EMOTICON, CAN TALK PROPERLY PLEASE ?! PLEASE LAAA PA " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he laugh &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/angry/banghead.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, he bought for six-freaking-year-old Siti a 2GB mp3 and when I ask for just a 1GB he keeps delaying saying he will buy but later later later. &amp; Keeps on reminding me that he bought me the lame mp4 that can take pictures videos and songs. And I lost it &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/angry/mischievous.gif border=0&gt;HEH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-6894594124646439952?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/6894594124646439952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=6894594124646439952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/6894594124646439952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/6894594124646439952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/11/take-me-on-plane-and-fly-me-to-anywhere.html' title='Take me on a plane and fly me to anywhere, with you'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-267882328664528871</id><published>2008-11-14T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:53:56.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jigsaws falling into places</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SR2TQO9HOuI/AAAAAAAABbQ/H-aK7lgdOr0/s400/DSC04081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268529046194961122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SR2TP7QQQ-I/AAAAAAAABbI/zwxcBU78Kt4/s400/DSC04078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268529040906535906" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SR2TPtLnTRI/AAAAAAAABbA/U34q5LGmnvA/s400/DSC04077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268529037128977682" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti just got herself some lame jab at our pediatrician, Dr Woon. He's been the family's pediatrician since Abang was born and after 19 years(abang's age), he's still up and about to still do stuffs he did 19 years ago. Talk about perseverance, 19 years (probably more) attending babies. Say what ? BABIES &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/happy/cutie.gif border=0&gt; Omg, that sentence just made the 19 years job not that horrible afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend tagged along and while waiting, we took our weight, height. Ernie and I share the same BMI, 21 &amp; my Flabby Fats Fats boyfriend's BMI actually 20. Which really isn't Fat, cause I'm a digit more. &amp; we played LEGO &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/videogame/tetris-o.gif border=0&gt; Zaini made an adorable robot which looks like chicken really. Ernie made a huge robot which really look like a robot, promise. &amp; I took pics. C'mon, gimme face will ya. I know nuts about arts, I'd probably start building the sorta wall Humpty Dumpty sits on and fall (which is really merely a square wall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; We had FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/happy/yummy.gif border=0&gt;at Sembawang. Of all people, I bumped into Wirna. I wasn't sure at first so I was really hesitant to come up to her. Then boyfriend claimed he recognized her mum, god-knows-how. True enough, it was Wirna &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/happy/yes.gif border=0&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa was wailing some lame highly ridiculous 80s slow rock &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/musical/opera.gif border=0&gt;blasting throughout the whole car ride and I swear my ear drums were beating so fast it nearly burst. It was fucking awful with Papa's tone deaf voice and Zaini humming punyalah-tak-harmoniously at the back. (Yes, to think Zaini knew this sorta songs WHAT-THE-FUCKING-FUCK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a pretty neat posts already. Alright, I shall call it a day. So long, suckers &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/silly/raspberry.gif border=0&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-267882328664528871?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/267882328664528871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=267882328664528871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/267882328664528871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/267882328664528871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/11/jigsaws-falling-into-places.html' title='Jigsaws falling into places'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SR2TQO9HOuI/AAAAAAAABbQ/H-aK7lgdOr0/s72-c/DSC04081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-3696829435013008292</id><published>2008-11-14T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:32:25.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death don't wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/cna/20081113/tap-571-man-dies-white-tiger-enclosure-s-231650b.html"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-3696829435013008292?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/3696829435013008292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=3696829435013008292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/3696829435013008292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/3696829435013008292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/11/death-dont-wait.html' title='Death don&apos;t wait'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-1902004379887062670</id><published>2008-11-13T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:11:10.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow old with me, will you ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRxMrdyAS9I/AAAAAAAABa0/HsoTF19rySE/s400/laughlines.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268169973729086418" /&gt;-Postsecret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 more days to Boyfriend's departure for National Service &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/military/m1helmet.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be kidding if I say I'm not eggcited. As much as he's leaving me, (how could you) but to know that Boyfriend's all geared up to serve the nation WOO Brings tears into me eyes &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/sad/bawling.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously feel so blessed. Like hello ! I've got the most perfect boyfriend anyone anybody anyhow(WTF?) could ever ask for. My special one takes really really good care of me and I'm lovin' every single minute of it YAY ok spastic sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentation was a-okay &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/happy/thumbsup.gif border=0&gt; I managed to sum up everything into 3.49 minutes and ended with an awesome conclusion;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So what I’m trying to say down here is not be a volunteer now or hurry, volunteer. Just maybe start small; show a smile, hold a hand, open a door, hug a friend, thank someone, always say please, learn to share, and just simply be kind to people. Cause &lt;b&gt;No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;CHEYDEBAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My posts are getting boring cause it revolves around Zaini Zaini Zaini oh-you-get-the-point-already-don't-you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, O level's over. Which means I get to spend more time with awesome sister, Ernie and fabulous Bbygrls Mymah and Sarah &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/happy/cloud9.gif border=0&gt; (spastic emoticon, literally on a cloud numbered nine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin's getting rusty and old but I cannot seem to find the time to change. Busy woman, sorry. Alright, you don't want me to further crap. So I guess this is it. Goodnight mofos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-1902004379887062670?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/1902004379887062670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=1902004379887062670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1902004379887062670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1902004379887062670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/11/grow-old-with-me-will-you.html' title='Grow old with me, will you ?'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRxMrdyAS9I/AAAAAAAABa0/HsoTF19rySE/s72-c/laughlines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-2807830341311276476</id><published>2008-11-12T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:20:03.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please and thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRqeu2W4TeI/AAAAAAAABas/qKWvDOPeacE/s400/me+and+you+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267697241865866722" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRqeuRIfgsI/AAAAAAAABak/Z_Wm6d09hhU/s400/DSC04061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267697231873409730" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what sucks ? Presentation's hours away and I'm still at Introduction. 3 cheers for Edlame. Inspiration hasn't hit, so preparation can wait WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaini's out and about at his famous lepak place, Fragrant. Leaving me all alone to stare into blank space waiting for inspiration to hit. &amp; honestly, I wouldn't bet on it. Inspiration's not even coming so byebye presentation-that-takes-up-25%-which-is-fucking-ridiculous-I-hate-you-go-and-die &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/sad/loser.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that's just about what's taking up most of my HATE LIST  &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/sad/melodramatic.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to the I-LOVE-WORLD-ZAINI-ROCKS dimension, Zaini's been really helpful in helping me to cope with studies, families, whatnots, etc. And he's been really trying to get angry less often, and I thought it realy sweet AWWW &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/romantic/hug.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma let you in on a Secret. Tomorrow, I'd be speaking on volunteerism. &amp; really, half of what I'd be saying is one word; &lt;b&gt;Bullshit&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/expressive/liar.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing ? God, EDLIN ! Dyou even realise the heavy weightage tomorrow's presentation carry ? And here you are blogging about how Zaini rule and you drool. Goodbye for now. My presentation awaits &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/expressive/salute.gif border=0&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me bring you into Zaini's lame collection of Spastic rhymes. I swear it defines spasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Swimming swimming nampak duyung&lt;br /&gt;Cepat sikitlah bukak payung &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cit cit cit&lt;br /&gt;My perut buncit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; many many more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-2807830341311276476?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/2807830341311276476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=2807830341311276476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/2807830341311276476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/2807830341311276476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/11/please-and-thank-you.html' title='Please and thank you'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRqeu2W4TeI/AAAAAAAABas/qKWvDOPeacE/s72-c/me+and+you+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-1710625295817519971</id><published>2008-11-12T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:09:56.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY PILLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRqbLf91dhI/AAAAAAAABaU/U1LN2HXyJ_0/s400/twenty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267693336024938002" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRqbLXwGZII/AAAAAAAABaM/Ec5639mskuY/s400/nineteen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267693333819843714" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRqbLYSP3pI/AAAAAAAABaE/HlThTGlDAOg/s400/sixteen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267693333963071122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRqa5lUoSVI/AAAAAAAABZ8/we_OAIv_GpA/s400/fifteen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267693028225075538" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRqa5EVd9RI/AAAAAAAABZ0/FoLRxbiXq0o/s400/fourteen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267693019370222866" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRqa5HU7gnI/AAAAAAAABZs/63HIDNgyMSc/s400/thirteen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267693020173271666" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRqa4_U-OAI/AAAAAAAABZk/feqCjsyat3Y/s400/ten.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267693018025965570" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRqa41I0qpI/AAAAAAAABZc/t7ZtyBPJi-0/s400/seven.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267693015290653330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRqaawgFtMI/AAAAAAAABZU/SfKYOQ-_jfk/s400/two.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267692498649986242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRqaaQikRnI/AAAAAAAABZM/XRgXkXjakmo/s400/one.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267692490070443634" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRqaaOZdc_I/AAAAAAAABZE/sscSFtIghsk/s400/ad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267692489495376882" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRqaZ25LK5I/AAAAAAAABY8/eLROh2a3Cko/s400/ac.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267692483185945490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRqaZsyjAQI/AAAAAAAABY0/NfyeDJ24YWI/s400/ab.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267692480473792770" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For ELF's the greatest people and they define fun WOO &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise a proper update, cross my heart hope to die. Presentation's tomorrow and I've made no progression whatsoever ever since day one. Wish me luck ! toodles ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH ME GOSH EDLIN DON'T BE BIMBO BIMBO MEANS YOU'RE STUPID AND YOU'RE NOT &lt;br /&gt;haha Like me be proud to be bimbo, hell no -coughs-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-1710625295817519971?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/1710625295817519971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=1710625295817519971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1710625295817519971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1710625295817519971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-pills.html' title='HAPPY PILLS'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRqbLf91dhI/AAAAAAAABaU/U1LN2HXyJ_0/s72-c/twenty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-8270913771412966540</id><published>2008-11-09T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:55:11.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three's never a crowd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Siti&lt;/span&gt; : I read (present tense) your mind !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ernie&lt;/span&gt; : I read (past tense) your mind laa ! It's past tense laa !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Siti &lt;/span&gt;: What is past tense ? You thought I know !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ernie&lt;/span&gt; : yalaa ! It's read laa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Siti &lt;/span&gt;: oklaa, just shut up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ernie&lt;/span&gt; : -laughs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Siti&lt;/span&gt; : eh kakak, is shut up a bad word ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ernie&lt;/span&gt; : YALAH !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Siti &lt;/span&gt;: OH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti's trying her best to speak London. But let's face the fact, her english berterabuh chinchaibochai. She's telling me there's bean-a-thon now at Disney Channel. What weird marathon Disney Channel have for this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-8270913771412966540?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8270913771412966540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=8270913771412966540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8270913771412966540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8270913771412966540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/11/threes-never-crowd.html' title='Three&apos;s never a crowd'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-7991754979153831147</id><published>2008-11-09T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T01:13:48.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes we can</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/2em-1LX47s/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/2em-1LX47s/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-7991754979153831147?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7991754979153831147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=7991754979153831147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/7991754979153831147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/7991754979153831147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-we-can.html' title='Yes we can'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-1460362297299842491</id><published>2008-11-06T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:15:53.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp; Zaini's still not here [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-1460362297299842491?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/1460362297299842491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=1460362297299842491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1460362297299842491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1460362297299842491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/11/zainis-still-not-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-8136696977691123350</id><published>2008-11-06T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:18:54.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days I wish I din't wake up</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Did it ever cross your mind that maybe Nur Edlin has feelings too ? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent 3 hours &amp; still counting &lt;u&gt;alone&lt;/u&gt; &amp; you still have the cheeks to get mad at me. Don't I deserve to maybe raise my voice just abit this time. Ironic how everytime, everything is my fault. That's how useless I am in this relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause Zaini's perfect and I'm not &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SORRY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I keep imagining hallucinating pretending you'd call, checking my phone at every minute. But, who we kidding. You wouldn't, would you ? [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-8136696977691123350?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8136696977691123350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=8136696977691123350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8136696977691123350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8136696977691123350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/11/days-i-wish-i-dint-wake-up.html' title='Days I wish I din&apos;t wake up'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-5822091878939973680</id><published>2008-11-05T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:42:44.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, I call for public holiday !</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRGn2ptm3lI/AAAAAAAABBw/Pis_IRs6DXk/s400/DSC04031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265173996724739666" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRGijLKoKRI/AAAAAAAABBg/2HfRxCa70ug/s400/11j3bye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265168164549306642" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family this much (open arms wide-wide) and no one nobody will, nor can ever do anything about it&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/angry/talktothehand.gif border=0&gt;. I love Mama so much that I'd risk my life, serious. The strongest woman I've ever met in my whole life. My all time icon and I will love her till the end. So back off, whoever wherever whenever whatever &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/angry/punch.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend was sucha dear&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/romantic/flirt.gif border=0&gt;. Spending every hour minute second with me, ensuring everything's fine. So I cried a river but it's alright to cry, isn't it ? Healthy physically (skin, especially), mentally &amp; emotionally (stress-reliever tips) I THINK &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/silly/smirk.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies been at the back of my mind and it's worrying families and friends more than it's worrying me. &amp; that worries me, not the neglecting-studies-part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So someone somebody said that I've been looking a lot like shit in school. I wear dark clothes, caps that cover half my face and even the specs I use for sleep to school. I'm not being Miley, my Nick is still here (if you get what I mean). I guess the thought that I have Zaini safe and secured all for me made me bo-chap (wtf, I know) THIS IS BAD, I'M HAVING THE COMPLACENT-DON'T-CARE-HOW-I-LOOK CRISIS &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/surprised/yikes.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore(!) Imma be dressing up from now on. Imma wake up 2 hours early to doll myself up and skip to school. I'll give only crescent-smile and act as if I know everyone. Imma search for 3 red cars in a row cause 3 red cars in a row means it's a SUPER GOOD DAY and avoid yellow yellow dirty fella cars especially if they come in 3s cause it'd be SUPER BAD DAY. I'd be Ernie and make Friday Fries-day, I'd make tuesday, Twos-day (everything in twos).&lt;b&gt; Omg, so egg-citing !&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/silly/raspberry.gif border=0&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRGn2zVXWRI/AAAAAAAABB4/su7pLOhRoyA/s400/DSC04022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265173999307413778" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muhammad Ruzaini has smelly feet &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/silly/stinkyfeet.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes look stupid &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/silly/raspberry.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love him to bits &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/romantic/kiss.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the smell of his armpit &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/silly/snaggletooth.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH ME GOSH ME SO CUTE ME CANNOT STAND IT &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excessive emoticons is awful. But awful is different and different is good. And good is great enough to me. Alright, Imma bury me face into me pillow so me can zzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-5822091878939973680?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/5822091878939973680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=5822091878939973680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5822091878939973680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5822091878939973680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-i-call-for-public-holiday.html' title='Today, I call for public holiday !'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRGn2ptm3lI/AAAAAAAABBw/Pis_IRs6DXk/s72-c/DSC04031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-4121077646002016519</id><published>2008-11-04T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:15:22.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Spice and Everything Nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRAL41ImJxI/AAAAAAAABBY/8WhOHv_O9cQ/s400/1_691193618l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264721035359823634" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRAL4jwVbGI/AAAAAAAABBQ/uBloeC6I8iA/s400/1_684511272l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264721030694661218" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF had another outing. Since this time more people can fit Zai's lorry. He got a bigger one and you can actually stand so the convenience got a bigger turn up. What more with the rest on bikes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had blasting fun. Plenty of tears of joy. With the birthday surprise, proposal and birthday countdown. Farhanah had a birthday bash for Briscoe (yes, his real name), made him teared. It was so sweet of her. And we surprised her with a proposal from birthday boy. It was extremely sweet. A picture paints a thousand words and you can see below the intimacy and depth of love they hold. &amp; it really got many of us thinking of marriage and whatnots. HELLO WE'RE YOUNG ADULTS, MAYBE IT'S TIME FOR SOME TO SETTLE. Hanky panky days are over, kan korang kan ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRAL4qh0i4I/AAAAAAAABBI/eyZGh5BwDDc/s400/1_895127632l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264721032512834434" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRAL4bv5LwI/AAAAAAAABBA/GXOzRmKkGZw/s400/1_513924050l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264721028545326850" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Aren't they just sweet and lovely ?&lt;br /&gt;Me next ! Me next ! Pretty please. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-4121077646002016519?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/4121077646002016519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=4121077646002016519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4121077646002016519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4121077646002016519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/10/sugar-spice-and-everything-nice.html' title='Sugar Spice and Everything Nice'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SRAL41ImJxI/AAAAAAAABBY/8WhOHv_O9cQ/s72-c/1_691193618l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-6292469420939493383</id><published>2008-11-02T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T00:08:13.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay close, Don't go</title><content type='html'>My webcam's quality banana lousy. We took 50 pics, but I'm only 3-pictures-much hardworking level HEH. Came by today to catch FANTASTIC FOUR, HARRY POTTER goblet of Fire. OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU MANXZ CANNOT STAND IT NO MORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SQ3OWuf3kkI/AAAAAAAABAw/V1qpm1z38_c/s400/204929.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264090429300118082" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SQ3OWQpoNEI/AAAAAAAABAo/p0i5GjZ_9WA/s400/204759.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264090421287990338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SQ3OWIr1LvI/AAAAAAAABAg/5t9o9QeY79U/s400/204541.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264090419149745906" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cheesy as this might sound, I never knew Love until I met you. Yes, it was rough at the beginning. But no one nobody has ever made me feel this happy. Thank you very much Muhammad Ruzaini for all the love you've showered and will shower upon me. Cause every single day second moment spent with you, is heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend's going for National Service this December, 12. It came as a good news to plenty; families, friends, relatives, etc. But it only means lesser time spent with me, really. I'm not saying "don't go for NS, marry me. Stay with me forever" But I guess, it'd be tough on me to start adapting to boyfriend's-not-around-anymore situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta start working out on my arm muscles, I've gotta start learning to sleep on my own, I've gotta learn to go home alone, I've gotta start getting use to not being able to bury my face no more into boyfriend's armpits, I've gotta act alone on stage without you wathing over, I've gotta learn to talk for myself. &amp; especially, I've gotta start learning to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think I'm a Loser. But for all I care, I love living under Zaini's armpits. But now that he's going away, what would become of me ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WONDER.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SQ3O70R5YCI/AAAAAAAABA4/iQmLqr321Ts/s400/DSC00331.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264091066507288610" /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;center&gt;I LOVE YOU, MUHAMMAD RUZAINI KHAIRIL A &lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-6292469420939493383?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/6292469420939493383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=6292469420939493383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/6292469420939493383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/6292469420939493383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/11/stay-close-dont-go.html' title='Stay close, Don&apos;t go'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SQ3OWuf3kkI/AAAAAAAABAw/V1qpm1z38_c/s72-c/204929.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-1903342773716211632</id><published>2008-10-30T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:43:54.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My handsome winsome daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SQnPgGeyCXI/AAAAAAAABAQ/sNNFJeEnq_s/s400/DSC00783.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262965789961619826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every sort of relationship, fighting seems inevitable. &amp; since I'm a bit of a kpo, I'd tend to know all the different range of fights a couple can actually get themselves into. They always run along the same line. The root's usually similar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike them, I realise Zaini and I fights over atypical things. This is in comparison of the couples I know laa. I bet there are certainly obviously them who share the same problem. Just that I haven't come to know them. &amp; I wouldn't mention it here, viewer discretion konon. I don't believe on sharing the cause we fought hurhur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for the infinite support you've given in every single thing I do. Be it drama, school, family, everything anything. You've been the greatest man and will always be my greatest man. Forever and ever [: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as you're short-tempered, getting angry over nitty gritty stuffs, I am actually still very much in love with you. I know forgiving's easy but forgetting ain't easy, but really I'm trying. Trying my very best here. You know damn well. So please, I beg, do your part to not hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do away with all these hurtful sarcasms and let's just bury them past, shall we ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't yknow I love you best already. I'm in love with Muhammad Ruzaini, and only Muhammad Ruzaini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we've forgiven and talked it over. But, who we kidding ? It's like this vicious cycle and it'd never stop. I know we're going to &lt;strike&gt;fight&lt;/strike&gt;bicker over this same issue again. How about, this time let's just replace it with lotsa ILOVEYOU and more more more ILOVEYOU instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE YOU, MUHAMMAD RUZAINI&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I know you love me too (ego ke meego)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;I swear I’d be a better man.&lt;br /&gt;I’d listen to her&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Cause he’s taken you for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Beyonce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-1903342773716211632?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/1903342773716211632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=1903342773716211632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1903342773716211632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1903342773716211632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-handsome-winsome-daddy.html' title='My handsome winsome daddy'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SQnPgGeyCXI/AAAAAAAABAQ/sNNFJeEnq_s/s72-c/DSC00783.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-1707781725145438402</id><published>2008-10-26T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:59:06.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Today Tomorrow Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;U&gt;Outing with El-Fragrante&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SQSLP9tp5CI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/p6HcKik1m8k/s400/1_679604141l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261483371055932450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SQSLPtqofSI/AAAAAAAAA_I/mQ8yOcl0dKQ/s400/1_319820261l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261483366748290338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SQSLPVhq_gI/AAAAAAAAA_A/KZGfDfnaCGg/s400/1_196713612l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261483360268254722" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SQSLGya-qvI/AAAAAAAAA-4/B4DWpoyserw/s400/1_108496737l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261483213405989618" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday's always the greatest the day of the week, isn't it isn't it ? Mine was goddamn well-spent. Boyfriend's clique had an outing to ECP. I got free piggybacks and they had an awful game; push the person piggyback-ed into the water (which is me, sadly) So we girls were screaming our lungs out before it got so violent and guys started going on top of each other as well, hysterical. Filza was sucha dear and made us great awesome glorious food ROARRR! (fyi, we had to pay 5 bucks each boohoo) Not that I bother actually, cause boyfriend's the one paying but still! Alamak, saturday is so much fun. How I wish everyday was Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;BOYFRIEND !&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SQSPVHAAQHI/AAAAAAAAA_4/w31GcXs9r7s/s400/DSC00775.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261487857494671474" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SQSPU8DyGEI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Y8g-Vk0S_WI/s400/DSC00790.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261487854557730882" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SQSPUYKn8aI/AAAAAAAAA_o/PlbrQS3B2oc/s400/DSC00785.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261487844922749346" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SQSPT04_zkI/AAAAAAAAA_g/4IGLQewyBOg/s400/DSC00777.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261487835453574722" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SQSPTtRSZ3I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/vnk9qMsfses/s400/DSC00776.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261487833407973234" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SQSQJ3D8U7I/AAAAAAAABAA/qLPyuDiZxjY/s400/DSC00814.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261488763749290930" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend reckon I should change my hair to -points above- As much as I think I look a lot sweeter, I cannot help but to feel all fidgety. Well, hello there's a bunch of hair falling down my face blinding my sight by exactly 50%. So I'm still contemplating on changing my hairstyle to -points above again- But the fact that Boyfriend really likes it alot and keeps on saying I look sweet (at least 30 times per hour running at 100km/hr YES BULLSHIT) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then there are days that we'd just be out together doing things no one else does. I hope Siti Maryam and Mama gets well soon or I'd have to cancel the date with Boyfriend tomorrow. No, more like, Boyfriend and I would most probably be rotting and decomposing and back at Block dot dot dot Chua Chu Kang Street dot dot (Edlin's address) watching friends or room 401 LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, please doakan that baby sister gets well soon. She's been vomitting smelly fluid and it's draining the fuck out of her. As much as Siti's a bitch, it really hurts to see Bitch becomes so weak. I know I'd whine and complain everytime she calls me (like 30 times in a day) just to ask whether I've eaten, but to not have her call now that she's sick, makes me feel kinda sad. Get well soon, Siti Maryam Effendi Othman Sarmani Khas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the pictures make up for the emoticons alright. I myself am not feeling too well. No one nobody's forcing you to read. So you think no emoticon you refuse to read, then fine neninenipoopoo (yes I know WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK SIA NENINENIPOOPOO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Muhammad Ruzaini, I really do&lt;br /&gt;I love his smell and even his poopoo&lt;br /&gt;My love My everything My all My boo&lt;br /&gt;Okay no more rhyme Tata Titi Tutu&lt;br /&gt;- Yours Truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD HOW MUCH LAMER CAN I GET :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-1707781725145438402?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/1707781725145438402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=1707781725145438402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1707781725145438402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1707781725145438402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/10/everyday-today-tomorrow-yesterday.html' title='Everyday Today Tomorrow Yesterday'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SQSLP9tp5CI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/p6HcKik1m8k/s72-c/1_679604141l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-8335217532412452752</id><published>2008-10-12T23:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:51:20.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to bagpacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SPITib5saxI/AAAAAAAAA-g/XdBGsz3OJUQ/s400/1_537816145l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256285197421013778" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SPITiUUSvDI/AAAAAAAAA-o/iVr2CkwYO58/s400/1_131955321l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256285195385093170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SPITivdfpgI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Qgg1su-A8c4/s400/1_637757952l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256285202671445506" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News not for the weak at heart CHEY &lt;i&gt;Nur Edlin just chopped off her not-so-lovely hair. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELF, boyfriend's clique had a Raya gathering. It was damn damn chaotic. With the noise of the bikes&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/transport/moped.gif border=0&gt; and the horns of the lorry. The boys are full of crap but they're a bunch of awhsome people you'd love hanging out with, serious. They'd make you laugh bople (balls). I nearly peed in my pants laughing, and of course fear HAHA LAME. We decided to go &lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;red&lt;/font&gt; WOO (this info's useless except for the colour blind) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zainee also decided we went out today. So for the first time in 7 months, I got myself ready speedy gonzalez. Which explains why we met up at cck instead of my place. Yes, you may applaud for me punctuality gracias&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/expressive/proposetoast.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a decent meal after so long; chicken rice. Dessert was at Gelare's, the freaking cake's freaking hard(yes, literally) If I threw it at your head, it'd go blue black and purple and pink and rainbow OMG THIS IS FUCKING LAME OH MY FUCKING GOD &amp; why aren't we surprise that wasn't enough. We got mcwings and nuggets later to nibble on. I had a bite of everything and din't finish everything HAHA Tell me something I don't know. Portion of chicken rice, portion of ice cream cake, portion of mcwings and nuggets OOOKAAAYYEEE WE GET THE POINT ALREADY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is running at 100km/hour cause I'm typing like mad and I think the length's fucking long already who cares. OMG SITI IS SO UGLY LIKE DUCKLING, SHE TIED HER HAIR FUCKING RIGHT OF HER FUCKING HEAD AND IT'S FUCKING DISGUSTING. 6 YEAR OLD TRYING TO ACT CUTE, IMAGINE&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/angry/yuck.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, this is prolly the length I might begin writing from now on. Given the fact that school's in less than 24 hours. OH YES I can smell the odour of school diffusing into me nose already. Soon enough, infesting me brains with that word that starts and ends with S; Stress, stupid. &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/surprised/mind-blowing.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend's out eating junk food at some rubbish hawker centre. He gave me cash to cabbed home just now, never send me home So baddie guy. JUNK FOOD IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ME haha No, kidding. Don't get angry with me when you read this okay Zaini (I bet you're smiling in fact reading this HEH&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/silly/neenerneener.gif border=0&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye. I've to start going to bed early. Oh you don't know how loserfied I feel. &lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I am secretly eggcited for school HAHA. I fucking miss my fucking bitch, Nisa. The rubbish we'd crapped about OMG I MISS NISAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I continue writing at this pace, this post will never end. So, Goodbye !&lt;br /&gt;-drops dead- &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/surprised/faint.gif border=0&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-8335217532412452752?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8335217532412452752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=8335217532412452752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8335217532412452752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8335217532412452752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-to-bagpacks.html' title='Back to bagpacks'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SPITib5saxI/AAAAAAAAA-g/XdBGsz3OJUQ/s72-c/1_537816145l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-4109949121737641186</id><published>2008-10-10T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:34:40.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now don't miss me already</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SO9yyC4-S8I/AAAAAAAAA-A/Yn867LEVp1k/s1600-h/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SO9yyC4-S8I/AAAAAAAAA-A/Yn867LEVp1k/s400/IMG_0057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255545494259518402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI &lt;br /&gt;MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besok joget zapin (inside joke)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SO9yyT5eOVI/AAAAAAAAA-I/sEA2ZrvYnQ4/s400/SANY0195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255545498825013586" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SO9yySDYs_I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/YJTyciLOlpE/s400/SANY0202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255545498329723890" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SO9yyRHkl9I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/--2CAFQRCAE/s400/SANY0205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255545498078844882" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum y'all y'all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life exclaims G for GURRREEATT alhamdulillah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernie is going to kill me once she reads this cause my fans are prolly anticipating a much longer post. CHEY fans or what. Given the fact that my name is Edlin and I talk alot HAH. But really, not much of an update isn't it ? Just thought the pictures would make up for day's I've been missing. Well, don't fret. I promise a longer meaningful post once school reopens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you should know that I got close to $500 (OH MY FUCKING GOD) for raya's collection this year. Nur Edlin action jackston, go tell whole world her collection I know. Father gave me a $50, Boyfriend gave me a $50 and relatives gave $10 each. &amp; there's a whoopee 12 siblings from each side of the grandparents which totals up to about 24 Nannys and grandads all this not including the pakciks and makciks. God I love Raya, don't you ? Make my eyeballs go $$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me enjoy my last bits of holidays before school reopens, in 2 days time. This is the part you guys cry a river and moan and sob so heavily THANK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about about what I would love to post. Now, goodnight [:&lt;br /&gt;I've got no mood to go hunt for smilies either HEH. &lt;br /&gt;Sekian, wassalam [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-4109949121737641186?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/4109949121737641186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=4109949121737641186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4109949121737641186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4109949121737641186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/10/now-dont-miss-me-already.html' title='Now don&apos;t miss me already'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SO9yyC4-S8I/AAAAAAAAA-A/Yn867LEVp1k/s72-c/IMG_0057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-2261917511596816918</id><published>2008-09-29T05:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T07:24:48.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I may I wish I might</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SN_zL7_XNgI/AAAAAAAAA9o/lzC7g83p4og/s400/DSC00644-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251183076944852482" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SN_zL3RgtlI/AAAAAAAAA9w/75ID90bZvxA/s400/DSC00649-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251183075678795346" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SN_zMANxedI/AAAAAAAAA94/Z8vldS5KqKA/s400/icekacang.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251183078079035858" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freaking past 5AM I have in no ways tried to shut my eyes at all. Not even attempted. I bet if I did, I'd instantly fall into Lala Land. That's if it exist even. (Usually I believe, but maybe today I choose to live on Earth instead, sucks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I hate today for multiple reasons which I choose to not disclose, I'd love to blog about my happy day yesterday. Which was like 5 hours ago HEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend and I decided to spend our 5th(alhamdulillah), eating like baa alif baa ya (pig in jawi, I know jawi horxz&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/silly/eyebrows.gif border=0&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This paragraph is boring, stop reading. We bought my favourite kebab at JE's banquet, a total of 3. The veggies are to die for, they give you lotsa lotsa veggies. &amp; the veggies all fresh, gives me thoughts on going vegan HAH. Makes me feel like goat all the time. We had 300g of famous amos no nut chocolate chip UH-HUH. We drank bubble tea after so long, cause bulan ramadhan so we haven't been getting bubble tea until today. We bought coffee bean's caramel coffee thingy. &amp; to end the day, we had ICE KACANG&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/silly/snaggletooth.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan was to head down to Geylang. Reason being; to just simply get the thrill of the festive season. What's ramadhan without the lame crowds of Geylang. So this year, we din't get to rampage thru them crowds at all cause 1) Imma scaredy cat and 2) Zainee's mood changes with environment (not a good thing) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama's preparing to make the lontongs and ketupats now. I've got brownies to make. Hari Raya's in 2 days. Excited much WOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I secretly wish I'm able to take back words I din't mean to say. No, correction. Sometimes, I secretly wish you're able to take back words you don't mean to say. Let's do away with all these heartaches, shall we ? Let's just lay still in each other's arms, my hands interlocking yours. Forgetting yesterday &amp; embracing tomorrow. At least my life's closest to perfect than anyone else's HAH ego ke meego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;When's my 3 free wishes coming, haven't I already done enough good deeds ?&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/fantasy/genie.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just loooove that thing you wear on your leg -points to picture below- Makes me feel like &lt;b&gt;pocahontas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/movie-tv/arwen.gif border=0&gt; everytime HEH (that emoticon is supposedly Arwen from Lord Of The Rings, closest thing to Pocahontas I can find so just live with it thank you) Imma size 5 and Zainee's a size 10, maybe 11 even. He's got huge legs for a skinny body and I've got puny legs for a huge body WOO SEXXAYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-2261917511596816918?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/2261917511596816918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=2261917511596816918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/2261917511596816918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/2261917511596816918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wish-i-may-i-wish-i-might.html' title='I wish I may I wish I might'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SN_zL7_XNgI/AAAAAAAAA9o/lzC7g83p4og/s72-c/DSC00644-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-5010499394575967325</id><published>2008-09-29T04:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T04:28:53.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT-EV MAN, DOT DOT DOT</title><content type='html'>That's why they say, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; the men don't get it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's basic rule, you do not praise another when you're with your spouse. What more &lt;b&gt;force&lt;/b&gt; him/her to actually go check someone out (eg view his/her pictures, checkout his/her blog) just to agree with you. &amp; to actually have to agree with you, it hurts alot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what ? If it was me, I'd feel like shit. A huge pile of shit. Don't feel to sad already okay. Guys are always guys. Tell me why am I not surprise to hear all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I thought you knew better HAH Who we kidding ? If you've got a dick, you're &lt;b&gt;it&lt;/b&gt;. It refers to you, yes you &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/sad/loser.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY ! NUR EDLIN FEELS LIKE SHIT TODAY !&lt;br /&gt;I hate fighting, and you know damn well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SN_mzVXKNPI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/bKW4rvZGSl8/s400/leg.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251169460119287026" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-5010499394575967325?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/5010499394575967325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=5010499394575967325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5010499394575967325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5010499394575967325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-ev-man-dot-dot-dot.html' title='WHAT-EV MAN, DOT DOT DOT'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SN_mzVXKNPI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/bKW4rvZGSl8/s72-c/leg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-4697731682396223103</id><published>2008-09-29T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T04:25:25.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAIK MAN U</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SN_m66sbP4I/AAAAAAAAA9g/JCI4i4B-8NM/s400/B%26manu.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251169590399680386" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-4697731682396223103?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/4697731682396223103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=4697731682396223103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4697731682396223103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4697731682396223103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/baik-man-u.html' title='BAIK MAN U'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SN_m66sbP4I/AAAAAAAAA9g/JCI4i4B-8NM/s72-c/B%26manu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-8736824080338125129</id><published>2008-09-27T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:34:19.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because in Singapore Singapore</title><content type='html'>Today like got alot of things to update until I don't know where to start. First thing first, boyfriend din't really fancy me talking about the sex discrimination post -points below- He thought it too vulgar and so no discretion, must learn to censor okay edlin. I'm planning on removing it. Maybe tomorrow heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I met the greatest of people today. Ok, so maybe I whudn't classify them as great even. More like weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at fort canning and yknow what it's like. It was infested with couples smooching everywhere. Zainee and I was drenching our armpits walking around swinging hand in hand like some spastic loser peeking on these couples hah. Before we actt settled down and then this mid 50s malay man came up and ask for lighter. It was a half lit cig, I bet he picked it up serious. Then the best part, after lighting he went to hide behind some bush &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/silly/fryingpan.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was wearing a freaking cap and we could freaking see him. God knows why he was hiding behind that bush. Sekali, he slipped. So he popped out right infront of us and guess what he said instantly, "ARR TUU BANGLA BANGLA" pointing so frantically at some EMPTY spot. There was no bangla, not one not two NONE Guilty conscious rabak punya nii &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/silly/rottentomato.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this another woman who enjoys self-entertaining herself in the bus&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/silly/uninvolved.gif border=0&gt; Humming so loud and talking to herself, sitting right beside me. She hit a guy's leg and said "Sorry" then whispered under her breath "My leg's killing me man" SHE IS ALONE WHAT THE FUCK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the old lady who coughs so loud and purposely tries to make herself vomit. Giving out the most disgoosting ear-piercing sick noise ever. Putting up her leg like she owns it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this weirdo name &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Muhammad Ruzaini&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA Make people laugh 24 hours around the clock Give me abs WOO &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/silly/smirk.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, people. Where is the love ? Really, I find this people so adorable. &lt;br /&gt;They don't know this but they made my day &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/silly/spin.gif border=0&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-8736824080338125129?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8736824080338125129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=8736824080338125129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8736824080338125129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8736824080338125129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/because-in-singapore-singapore.html' title='Because in Singapore Singapore'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-8797783822704644434</id><published>2008-09-25T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:31:21.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday is Monday except Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SNt_cfFKDOI/AAAAAAAAA8g/0C807HoXXTc/s400/webcam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249929917986639074" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/weather/lightningbolt.gif border=0&gt; I baked Chocolate chip Cookies and cupcakes &lt;b&gt;ALONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/weather/lightningbolt.gif border=0&gt; I had to update at least 200 beings family address. A 2-page long MS Word doc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/weather/lightningbolt.gif border=0&gt; I had only say... 5 hours of sleep ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/weather/lightningbolt.gif border=0&gt; I miss Zainee so badly cause today he's not here to break fast with us &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/sad/bawling.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On a lighter note,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/weather/rainbow.gif border=0&gt; I baked Chocolate chip Cookies and Cupcakes &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/happy/veryhappy.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/weather/rainbow.gif border=0&gt; My cupcakes taste so nice wonderful fantastic amazing oh-you-get-it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/weather/rainbow.gif border=0&gt; I'm watching freedom writers and it makes me feel so good WOO Mario Winans crybaby boohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/weather/rainbow.gif border=0&gt; Hari Raya Aidilfitri is in another SIX more days HOORAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/weather/rainbow.gif border=0&gt; I've been chanting my lines for production script, I think if it was a subject I'd aced it WICKED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/weather/rainbow.gif border=0&gt; Stephen King's "The Green Mile" is on HBO &lt;b&gt;AWHHH-SOME&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edited/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Elfie who happens to be my Eldest brother (goddammit) is so irrinoying I can't stand it. He ate marshmallows and placed the wrapper below my handphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: -took phone- Abang ! go throw away laa your wrapper. fly fly around sia&lt;br /&gt;Abang : no you throw &lt;b&gt; YOU LAST TOUCH&lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/expressive/bored.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti, on the other hand's getting so mischievous. Now that she's growing taller. She climbed the chair and took the keys to the door and played outside with Syakil and Sarah (neighbours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang : EH SITI ! DAH TANYA MAMA BELUM MAIN LUAR ?&lt;br /&gt;Siti : alamak ! eh abang, you help me ask mama if I can play outside. I already playing the bicycle laa&lt;br /&gt;Abang : YOUR HEAD !!&lt;br /&gt;-Siti runs into the room-&lt;br /&gt;Siti : MAMA ! Siti nak main pat luar dgn Syakil ? Ok ? Please ? Ok can ! thank you ! (ALL THIS IN ONE BREATH, ONE SENTENCE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; MY MUM WAS FREAKING ASLEEP AND DIN'T EVEN SAY "OK CAN" at all ! &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/silly/shiftyeyes.gif border=0&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-8797783822704644434?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8797783822704644434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=8797783822704644434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8797783822704644434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8797783822704644434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/everyday-is-monday-except-monday.html' title='Everyday is Monday except Monday'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SNt_cfFKDOI/AAAAAAAAA8g/0C807HoXXTc/s72-c/webcam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-3621590496124370184</id><published>2008-09-23T10:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:47:01.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ziz iz zo zany, Zaineeeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SNhZsWmL9ZI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/UHc906Xc_Qo/s400/Bungapi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249043984215176594" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to challenge this Zirafah &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/animal/giraffe.gif border=0&gt; and become the tallest Edlin in the world Kacang Panjang makes me panjang CHEYDEBAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YAY YAY LAGI EIGHT DAYS ALREADY RAYA TAK SABAR WOO &lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/happy/jump.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally gone to Geylang YAY &amp; we've decided on white. So can main kahwin-kahwin macam pengantin HURHUR I bought it at a yippee $110 within less than 2 hours which is very WOWZAA cause Edlin is usually very fussy. I don't like whenever the baju will cocok-cocok me siaxz, rimassss rimassss rimasss. Also cause Zainee is cranky, and I don't want to fight-y (for the rhyme sake) Pretty cool, since we went in the afternoon so there was no crowd to push through, nor was there a need to safeguard my boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all -drumrolls-, I &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/romantic/heart.gif border=0&gt; Ruzainee. I want to pluck out your spider leg nose hair all day and sing nursery rhymes all the time, hitting your shoulder until your muscles pop playing pepsi cola or rock scissors paper until tomorrow YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm so bored to death I feel like going up to someone and be bestfriends like anytime now. Tell him about my pet cat, cause I always thought it cool to talk about such stuffs. Only problem, I'm elurophobic HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to grow old with you cause I want to make babies everyday. Do your tie and make you mccafe's anything-beverage. Pluck out your white hair, shave your pubic hair then dig your nose deep deep. BEST NYAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emoticon so cute like me, thank you. Later later surely surely got earthlings copycat chase the rat I curse y'all grow fat HEH Let's just wait and see &lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/expressive/scratchchin.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ziz iz very lamezz. Izzit me or izzit you WOO today iz beauzeeeful day. 'Zactly ze time to zZzZzZzZz&lt;img src=http://www.thesmilies.com/smilies/expressive/zzz.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAK TIDUR CRASH THE PILLOW KBYEOUTZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-3621590496124370184?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/3621590496124370184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=3621590496124370184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/3621590496124370184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/3621590496124370184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/ziz-iz-zo-zany-zaineeeeee.html' title='Ziz iz zo zany, Zaineeeeee'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SNhZsWmL9ZI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/UHc906Xc_Qo/s72-c/Bungapi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-5319163965126672470</id><published>2008-09-21T03:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T03:47:12.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With your name tattooed across my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gambar Berat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direct translation)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SNVN0pDEl_I/AAAAAAAAA7o/JiON5qcBwCY/s400/DSC00608.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248186507537455090" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SNVN1HEl34I/AAAAAAAAA7w/knjco6Vebtw/s400/DSC00583.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248186515596894082" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SNVN1c88AwI/AAAAAAAAA74/4_3EDoHBYk0/s400/DSC00598.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248186521470370562" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SNVN17c77UI/AAAAAAAAA8A/8bZ3blx48H4/s400/DSC00599.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248186529657646402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SNVN2DUmXWI/AAAAAAAAA8I/-p_mPwl_Kks/s400/DSC00613.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248186531770162530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SNVM3HPqjaI/AAAAAAAAA7A/jYeoZ-UPWd4/s400/DSC00582.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248185450491448738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SNVM3jDUryI/AAAAAAAAA7I/Kva0bVyksg8/s400/DSC00586.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248185457955876642" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SNVM4SdhrWI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Lj6fJhtinPo/s400/DSC00588.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248185470682246498" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SNVM45DeeqI/AAAAAAAAA7g/uZZ1vZ-5UX8/s400/DSC00606.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248185481041967778" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SNVM4PikSaI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/F2oPzdf2I90/s400/DSC00587.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248185469898082722" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always get to see Edlin's hair belah nonok. You don't always get to see Ernie's loser spastic face. You don't always get to see Ruzainee so happy. You don't always get to see my flat tummy lately (thank you Ramadhan). It's a no wonder they call me Ed&lt;b&gt;lame&lt;/b&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yknow, Siti's mouth like choo choo train. Choo choo train also not fast liddhat, bullet train also cannot challenge. She talk talk talk, with her ear-piercing-goddamn-high-pith voice. Wah headache. She's fasting, mind you. Yet, her mouth never gets dry of talking. I promise I'd dehydrate if I keep talking like Siti given the fasting month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya, Nur Edlin Effendi setelah sekian lamanya diberi kesempatan untuk meluangkan masa dengan Bbygrl, Nur Hakimah Suwarno -tepukan gemuruh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss this bbygrl like djshajhfshvsav. Haven't seen her for goddamn long years and when I finally get to see her, I became mummed HAHA. &amp; of course, the all time favourite Comel Sarah bby. This beautiful laydee was smoking hot(like always) and looking absolutely totally sweet. So sweet I've got diabetes kan Zainee ? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Sabtuku was so well spent with Boyfriend, Bbygrl, Sarah &amp; my two loveliest sisters, Ernie dan Siti Maryam hohoho Ok, I love you all setinggi gunung and sedalam ocean, promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it, my undie's covered with bloodshot red watercolor HAHA So, byebye the next 4 days. I always dream of getting PMS. I'd love to have excruciating cramps, wild moodswings, something anything. Well let's face it, I don't. Everytime I pretend I do, I'd only be self amuse by myself later HAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'll put a message in a bottle and I'll throw it across the sea&lt;br /&gt;You're the lock and included is the key&lt;br /&gt;Along with a dozen x's and o's&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows that you can't get enough of those&lt;br /&gt;Your superkalafragelisticexpialadociously cute&lt;br /&gt;Sweeter than a 12 pack of juicy fruit&lt;br /&gt;Surreal, but I know this isn't a dream&lt;br /&gt;We go good together just like coffee and cream&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- XOXO [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy I'm blessed with the greatest people&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Ruzainii norh nii norh&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Nur Ernie Bernie Macaroni Nasi Briyani Karang Guni&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Mymah maa mia&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Siti tit tit tit&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Sarah.. ..sa sayang hey rasa sayang sayang hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everybody bids Edlame goodbye. Making a grand entrance to the exit. HAHA Oxymoronic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-5319163965126672470?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/5319163965126672470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=5319163965126672470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5319163965126672470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5319163965126672470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/with-your-name-tattooed-across-my-heart.html' title='With your name tattooed across my heart'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SNVN0pDEl_I/AAAAAAAAA7o/JiON5qcBwCY/s72-c/DSC00608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-1617330941182511975</id><published>2008-09-20T02:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T02:40:51.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World peeeaaaace YAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5BxymuiAxQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5BxymuiAxQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they missed out;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Helvetica" size="6 #" color="#ff0000"&gt;I LOVE RUZAINEE&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video keeps me happy &lt;b&gt;WOO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now sing along, boom diadda boom diadda boom diadda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-1617330941182511975?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/1617330941182511975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=1617330941182511975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1617330941182511975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1617330941182511975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/world-peeeaaaace-yay.html' title='World peeeaaaace YAY'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-7073362099870984851</id><published>2008-09-20T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T02:00:33.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't I said enough already</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SNPogwlAhvI/AAAAAAAAA64/YhUNvuWfEPo/s1600-h/ruzaini.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SNPogwlAhvI/AAAAAAAAA64/YhUNvuWfEPo/s400/ruzaini.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247793640310343410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-7073362099870984851?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7073362099870984851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=7073362099870984851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/7073362099870984851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/7073362099870984851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/havent-i-said-enough-already.html' title='Haven&apos;t I said enough already'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SNPogwlAhvI/AAAAAAAAA64/YhUNvuWfEPo/s72-c/ruzaini.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-3738878544264392283</id><published>2008-09-19T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T01:13:35.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Katrina Hello Tsunami Hello Ike</title><content type='html'>I secretly wish we'd replace these nitty gritty tiffs with hugs and kisses instead. Why isn't life as easy as the ones movies potray ? Girl loves boy. Boy loves girl. Happily ever after The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Love's never like that, is it ? What's a relationship w/o the fight. What irks me really is the puny things that'd turn into catastrophe. The issue isn't really that huge. It just had to prolong, making it a hell lot worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish it could just be simple, like a retro pop song, "I want you to want me." Boom. End of story. We all live happily ever after.&lt;/i&gt; - Kate, John Tucker Must Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear, Muhammad Ruzaini&lt;br /&gt;I promise I won't try to be funny&lt;br /&gt;Sila accept my deepest apology&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sangat sangat sorry :( &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-3738878544264392283?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/3738878544264392283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=3738878544264392283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/3738878544264392283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/3738878544264392283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-katrina-hello-tsunami-hello-ike.html' title='Hello Katrina Hello Tsunami Hello Ike'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-8196325945204058961</id><published>2008-09-18T05:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:25:11.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can feel it Don't deny it</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SNF1mld0JrI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/OhF7_LCbP88/s400/BFFone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247104346615981746" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SNF1m4hc-fI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/rD0GUGPpjaQ/s400/BFFtwo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247104351731513842" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SNF1nec8xHI/AAAAAAAAA6g/9xlf9_8lqIE/s400/BFFthree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247104361913173106" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ribuan Terima Kasih khas buat Awallul kerana telah memberi saya peluang untuk keluar rumah dan menikmati cuaca indah Singapura. Memandangkan Nur Edlin sejak kebelakangan ini seperti Katak di bawah tempurung, asyik terperap dekat rumah. Cheydebah. Dah macam grammys. Thank you Mummy and Daddy. &amp; of course, all my peminats-peminats. Baiklah, saya cadang untuk berhenti merepek meraban kerana nanti taik ahpek saya kena makan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a kickass awhh-some fantabulous fun time with you manxzxz, promise. Yknow the one most important reason why I &lt;span style="redheart"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span style&gt; meeting this guy; we get to have the &lt;span style="redheart"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;-to-&lt;span style="redheart"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;talk which is oh-so-freaking mind blowing and egg-citing. Sets you thinking about the 3 L's all the time. Actually two; Love &amp; Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Olin's not blur -__-" &lt;a href="http://oh-this-tree.blogspot.com"&gt;CLICK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have got to go do whatever-you-called yesterday again again again (thrice for extra emphasis) It's like outing cum chillaxing cum everything. &amp; duh~ what we do best, talk cock sing song ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Awallul, please do know that Nur Edlin will sentiasa forever always everytime anytime selama-lamanya be here for you, insyallah. As much as I'm always away MIA, doesn't mean I don't care. &amp; you're the coolest 1984 man I've yet to see :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, what's a post w/o the mention of my sweet sugar candyman CHEYDEBAH My machoman(hahaha) just cannot let me go home alone. I finally get to feel his warm sexy bods after more than 24 hours not touching it. This guy's got dancing skill like no other HAHAHAHAHAHA You whudn't believe the crap he can actually do with his head HAHAHA I most enjoy the late night puzzle games we'd have solving the almost-impossible jigsaws and playing lame poker until tomorrow comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effendi is trying to act cool. He's dying his hair don't-know-what-lame grandfather colour. Mama was applying it on his hair &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa : eh apply on the white colour only laa why apply so much &lt;br /&gt;Everyone : -smacks forehead-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah Pa, totally. Mama's got all the time to fish out your white hair strand by strand and apply the dye. PAPA PAPA -SHAKES HEAD-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a freaking 1.583 for GPA. On a lighter note, at least I din't fail no module ALHAMDULILLAH But a freaking 1.583 is obviously, Banana Lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end my post with; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SNF_5uvtSVI/AAAAAAAAA6o/LnNH-_jCQZw/s320/HPBSmokingAd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247115670640740690" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always a reason why. And the reason why for -points above-, it minus the durability of your loved ones. Their lifespan suddenly so short. It's like slitting your wrist. The only difference in this death is; it's slower. How cruel and mean, right ? The best part is, your loved ones actually realizes this and do nothing about it [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; N-O-T-H-I-N-G&lt;/B&gt; Some ends up, cultivating the habit :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-8196325945204058961?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8196325945204058961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=8196325945204058961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8196325945204058961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8196325945204058961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/ribuan-terima-kasih-khas-buat-awallul.html' title='You can feel it Don&apos;t deny it'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SNF1mld0JrI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/OhF7_LCbP88/s72-c/BFFone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-1495871771042892451</id><published>2008-09-15T05:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T06:58:23.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame or Game or Same hahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SM2EQsWWdvI/AAAAAAAAA5w/RMK2iEr1NZo/s400/zaineefamily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245994563274176242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that just the loveliest sight ? heh My boyfriend looks super duper ultra mega geeky. Major Geek like Big time hahaha Eh brother, your face like same only yesterday today last year, you use what magic sia. I'd give you a million if you'd lie down on your dad's balls again hahaha. I seriously find this picture freaking cute sia, cannot stand it hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have got no idea what am I to post about. Ernie's standing stark naked in front of me and she suggested I post about how awesome she(Ernie) is WTF &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few seconds ago&lt;br /&gt;Mama   : OLIN !! SEMBAHYANGG !!&lt;br /&gt;Me     : OLIN DAH TIDUR !!&lt;br /&gt;Mama   : OH DAH TIDUR BOLEH CAKAP EH &lt;br /&gt;Ernie  : Olin kan suka ngigau &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; mother kept quiet. I think she think I sleep already siaxzx. Speaking of ngigau, which is sleep-talk or sleep-walk haha Crime of Rhyme. ANYWAY ! I ngigau P-L-E-N-T-Y which is sometimes good but frequently scary. I might just blurt out a secret or two and I ever told Zainee to love Roti John &amp; in another occasion, sang Touch My Body in my sleep WHAT THE FUCK EDLIN WHAT THE FUCK I might as well as Zainee to go love another . ROTI JOHN SIA THIS ONE ROTI JOHN imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zainee : I love you, baby&lt;br /&gt;Me : NOOO, you cannot love I. You must love Roti John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK OF THE FUCK FUCK SIAAAAL -smacks forehead-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call me deprived but I haven't been to Geylang. Sad life, right. But Abang bought me Dengdeng and I think that's just about whatever I want from Geylang HAHA I want to go, really I do. But the thought of all those matreps (coughs) who just might grope your boobs or squeeze your booty scares the fuck out of me. &amp; Zaini hates crowds, so I don't assume we might be going this year. Or maybe, -dramatic pause- we might :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so yknow, Ernie's still naked ironing her school uniform. Even after I'm done posting and mind you, I take many many time to post hahaha. FYI, She's wearing mismatch bras and undies and she think she cool. But I love her just the same, naked or not naked. In fact, she's beginning to look so hot lately. Stupid Ernie bernie, claims that LIFE ROCKS EAT BUGS isn't that freaking suicide -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edited/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"olin: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ernie, beneath us, we're the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....long pause.....(ok so i was thinking she was being emotional and saying we're the same in our hearts and all)&lt;br /&gt;olin:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; no, we're wearing the same bra!&lt;/span&gt; " - from Ernie's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got ourselves the exact same bra and undies. We spent a good $80 on just bras and undies HAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this pemalas(Ernie) still choose to believe I'm the emotional one in the family. Well, I'm not. Yknow, everytime I scroll down to see Niley in my blog, I feel like crying. I cannot believe they actually broke off :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-1495871771042892451?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/1495871771042892451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=1495871771042892451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1495871771042892451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1495871771042892451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/isnt-that-just-loveliest-sight-heh-my.html' title='Lame or Game or Same hahahaha'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SM2EQsWWdvI/AAAAAAAAA5w/RMK2iEr1NZo/s72-c/zaineefamily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-8386772360692172258</id><published>2008-09-14T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:23:58.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever, not today tomorrow yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;U&gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SMy5fm81QUI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/xFl95cb-DJ0/s320/2208936767_a7b7dd1aef.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245771618662564162" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SMy5fj56NKI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/KdJJ61bzoRc/s320/2493700556_8e79e0e43f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245771617844999330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SMy5iKOaxFI/AAAAAAAAA5g/E5BycIzTpes/s320/nick+and+miley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245771662491305042" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't they just look so lovely together ? Why the breakup ? Why the breakup ? Why the breakup ?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;U&gt;AFTER&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SMy5iadyu2I/AAAAAAAAA5o/aIhpVLIvne0/s320/miley_blog_5-bf8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245771666850757474" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When asked how she dealt with her break-up from Nick, Miley said, “At first I bawled for a month straight. I was so sad. I just went into this weird funk. And I dyed my hair black. When we were dating, Nick wanted me to get highlights – and so I did that, and I got myself looking great. And then, on the day we broke up, I was like, I want to make my hair black now – I don’t want to look pretty; I want to look hard-core. I was rebelling against everything Nick wanted me to be. And then I was like, I’ve got to be by myself for now, and just figure out who I really am.”" - Some miley's fan blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Jo bros Nick and Miley look so lovely together siaaaaaaaaal ! They're the star-crossed lovers some sort liddhat HAHA I'm acting like a freaking 12 year old, aren't I ? Who caressss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-8386772360692172258?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8386772360692172258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=8386772360692172258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8386772360692172258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8386772360692172258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/forever-not-today-tomorrow-yesterday.html' title='Forever, not today tomorrow yesterday'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SMy5fm81QUI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/xFl95cb-DJ0/s72-c/2208936767_a7b7dd1aef.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-7450126973001125010</id><published>2008-09-14T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:53:23.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I'd love you in good times and in bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yoxzxz people of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Ruzaini's been sucha lover coming down to my place almost everyday to break fast with the family since I can't eat out. He'd pick a fight with me over the lamest of things before he arrives, like how we lost connection cause he went underground and tell me how the hell is that my fault -_- But with a blink of an eye, (now, blink people) he'd be all okay upon reaching CCK Street 51.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend's sucha pain in me ass sometimes HAHA We had a mega huge catastrophic disastrous fight the other time but I'm glad we made up ALHAMDULILLAH. I guess Edlin Effendi do get bitchfits HEH. Well, hello, reality check You're the one throwing tantrums every 5 seconds here okay Don't&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; deserve to get one too -sticks out tongue-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHO FUCKING CARES ! UNREASONABLE TANTRUMS ADD OOMPH TO RELATIONSHIPS, DONT THEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma be baking soon YAY! Mama's got a whole list of kuih muih she wants done. Can't wait ! hurhur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting weird i-dont-know-what-you'll-classify-them-as episodes. It's neither a dream nor a nightmare. You know the kind where it's neither here nor there. It doesn't make you feel good, at the same not at your lowest. It's pretty weird and I'd get this fuzzy feeling in my tummy each time I wake up. I hardly even remember the dream but it stills gives me that funny feeling when I start trying to recollect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF AM I TALKING ABOUT MANXZXZ SIGNS I'M LOSING MY SANITY SAVE OUR SOUL SAVE OUR SOUL SAVE OUR SOUL and fall, GEDEYBAB hahahahahahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam didinding ; 2.51 PM&lt;br /&gt;Abg Zaini kita masih sedang ngorok ishk ishk ishk&lt;br /&gt;Ciri-ciri orang PEMALAS ishk ishk ishk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-7450126973001125010?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7450126973001125010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=7450126973001125010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/7450126973001125010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/7450126973001125010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/cause-id-love-you-in-good-times-and-in.html' title='Cause I&apos;d love you in good times and in bad'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-4345114254775813749</id><published>2008-09-12T01:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T01:31:35.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riang Ria Ramadhan Ruzaini Rocks Roar</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T5NkqUnANAE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T5NkqUnANAE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1coaVDkFVQI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1coaVDkFVQI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x5LgydXnCTk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x5LgydXnCTk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute teramat-amat sekali. I ended up watching season 1 all over again HEH&lt;br /&gt;Makes me miss my bbygrl so much much much manxzxz :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby announce that I've shopped enough for Upcoming Aidilfitri. Like Real. I splurge them cash on everything and anything I had my eyes laid on. Scream yay YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-4345114254775813749?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/4345114254775813749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=4345114254775813749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4345114254775813749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4345114254775813749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/riang-ria-ramadhan-ruzaini-rocks-roar.html' title='Riang Ria Ramadhan Ruzaini Rocks Roar'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-8404859861622128469</id><published>2008-09-09T12:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:38:57.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Muhammad Ruzaini Khairil A</title><content type='html'>I came across this and finds it incredibly most absolutely cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid's perspective on the famous four letter word, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when someone hurts you. And you get so mad but you don't yell at him because you know it would hurt his feelings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is if you hold hands and sit beside each other in the cafeteria. That means you're in love. Otherwise, you can sit across from each other and be okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redbird."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can break love, but it won't die."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can't help but to smile gaily like a Loser and someone somebody is definitely on your mind. Bingo ! You're in love. &lt;br /&gt;OMG, this sounds so much like what people would write in bulletins. Gimme a break okay. I don't do bulletins, so why not do something ala ala bulletin here. HAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you find it super ultra mega adorable. Those little gestures that introduces Love Sweet Love to kids [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-8404859861622128469?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8404859861622128469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=8404859861622128469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8404859861622128469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8404859861622128469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-is-muhammad-ruzaini-khairil.html' title='Love is Muhammad Ruzaini Khairil A'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-4395514134127522922</id><published>2008-09-07T15:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:42:18.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do or Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SMOAvTKzQiI/AAAAAAAAA4U/-TfKFZCDsGI/s320/nakedweapon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243175941277172258" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kidnapped I-forgot-how-many(heh) girls just to let only one (yes,one) survive. Once, this lame Madam Q actually gave them 2 minutes to kill somebody in their room and bring the body out or they'd die. The room that they've been living with the people they've known for 6 years. So there were about 40, and half had to die. Even if she was your friend, you had better kill her or you die. Just like that. Then she made them battle each other till the last woman standing. Alhamdulillah (haha lame) she changed her mind this time, so 3 remained. &amp; THEY FREAKING RAPE HER !! I was goddamn pissed, but let's not get all dramatic here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Channel 8 was playing it without the subtitle, bloody hell. So I caught it online instead. &lt;b&gt;Tuition teacher&lt;/b&gt; ever told us about the story, and since Boyfriend's out with his cousins to KK's I decided to watch; Naked Weapon. &amp; I know it's tutor, but we ourselves call her tuition teacher, idk why. Not Ms Khoo, not ch'r, but "tuition teacher, tuition teacher" HAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you'd ask wtf is wrong with Edlin. My posts are almost entirely movie reviews nowadays. HEH. Well, this is the lame life of Nur Edlin. Bumming, rotting and decomposing watching long forgotten movies. &amp; for this movie, I'd rate it 9/10 [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp; then somemore, I also never ask you to read one whattttttttt&lt;/i&gt; -siti's irritating tone-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-4395514134127522922?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/4395514134127522922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=4395514134127522922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4395514134127522922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4395514134127522922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/they-kidnapped-i-forgot-how-manyheh.html' title='Do or Die'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SMOAvTKzQiI/AAAAAAAAA4U/-TfKFZCDsGI/s72-c/nakedweapon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-5119571105020472400</id><published>2008-09-06T08:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T08:42:11.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is to all of us, to all of us</title><content type='html'>Have I told you I drafted all my previous posts, for fun. HAHA. Posts dated from 29th May 2006 all the way till 4th March 2008. This means, my blog's been rocking for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2 solid years&lt;/span&gt; YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; you might call me a Loser for drafting my posts but I say, I'm a winner ! Ok lame. But yeah, I'd prefer it not be read. Buang yang keruh, ambil yang jernih. Cheydebah, Edlin aaahhhh Edlin !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got an LJ account since ever but have never put it to use, ever. Bloody hell, I'd never betray blogger no no I won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent Friday at Mama's friend's house cum saloon. The whole freaking day sial ! Omg, I so din't see the sial coming. Anyways, I initially planned on highlighting my hair, yes again. But did not. Did some new form of treatment. It was supposed to cost us a bomb, but since it's friend friend, discounted maha discounted price. Anyways, I plan on getting eyelash extension which Zaini thinks is lame since my mascara is doing a great job already. Oh who caresss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: right;"&gt;Do you know, that everyday's the first of the rest of your life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-5119571105020472400?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/5119571105020472400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=5119571105020472400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5119571105020472400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5119571105020472400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-to-all-of-us-to-all-of-us.html' title='This is to all of us, to all of us'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-218925093804355491</id><published>2008-09-04T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:52:35.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But I thought you said It don't matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SMAAvQADX0I/AAAAAAAAA4M/kKuP0jgDExY/s320/ps-iloveyou-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242190778008297282" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's probably the 5th time I'm watching PS I LOVE YOU and I still cry despite knowing the storyline. Who wouldn't ? Never fails to make me realise how lucky I am to be blessed with the greatest of living thing. Alhamdulillah [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've got boys as young as 13 adding me up at friendster. What's up with that manxzxz. Do I even look like a paedophile hello.Oh yes, I just found out my facebook's account's not working anymore HAHA. Duh~ Last I login was before my first day of school, which was like April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Lately too, someone somebody is back in search for me. Don't ask why, cause I'm searching for the answer too. What irony. I never wanted it to end this way; you asked for it. Willing to change but you said don't bother. So, why you bothering now Sucker ? I don't even know how the hell I fell in love with you. But I do know I'd never wish for anyone to feel like I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta start listening to Mcfly's new album. They have the most amazing songs, promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So you can leave tonight&lt;br /&gt;And don't you dare come back and&lt;br /&gt;Try to make things right&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll be ready for a fight &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-218925093804355491?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/218925093804355491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=218925093804355491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/218925093804355491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/218925093804355491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/but-i-thought-you-said-it-dont-matter.html' title='But I thought you said It don&apos;t matter'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SMAAvQADX0I/AAAAAAAAA4M/kKuP0jgDExY/s72-c/ps-iloveyou-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-4825007892699230831</id><published>2008-09-03T08:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:07:59.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoo wednesday Shoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SL3ZeQBiwwI/AAAAAAAAA4E/TzA-PFMZTBU/s320/cinta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241584655049868034" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know what the best part is ? Ernie's got school to look forward to, Abang's got A's to study for, Mama's going Geylang and Siti's playing with our neighbours. &amp; of course, Papa's busy working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur Edlin's staying home making epok-epok; sardine &amp; kentang. Well, at least I'm not alone. Haven't you heard of my new friend; Shadow. YAY ! 3 cheers for Shadow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH !!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a grip of yourself, Edlin. Honestly, I hate fighting with you over this trivial matters, really. Nahh, don't fret. I'd get used to this and in no time, I might start to love staying home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES ! All that aside, honeybuns sent me home last night after LA's meeting ! Nothing beats spending time with Boyfriend; Honest. Mama thinks I should not call him often anymore and start doing housework to keep myself busy. HAH ! AS IF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching so much(lost count) chick flicks lately. I think the holiday's making me Bimbo. My brain's hardly functioning and my neopet's dying, but I I don't really care and resume playing the games actually. &amp; I'm amazing at peeling prawns lately and my hand smells like ______'s vagina most of the time now. HAH I wouldn't be surprised if I end up with Jamie Oliver soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying home makes me feel so ancient manxzxz, like living in Jurassic Park. I don't even know the juiciest gossip no more. Don't know who's fucked who, who's dumped who, who's borned out of wedlock lately &amp; who's turned gay.  Alright, just give me two weeks, and you'd see Nutty Prof. Edlin YAY ! All fat and round, cuter than your babies HAH Typing's making me want to indulge myself on Betty Crocker's chocolate anything; brownie, cake, what-ev, what-ev, what-ev. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only freaking 9.02AM and I realised the amount of fuck I've used in this post is not going to be enough to make up for the hours I'm fasting. Cursing has been my forte lately. Everyone keeps laughing whenever I start shouting like a mad woman on loose. HAHA I'm pretty amuse by myself now also. Lame Edlin Lame go get life&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp; Honey, as much as it kills, please&lt;b&gt; STAY&lt;/b&gt;. C'mon, you've gotta work your ass off if you want it quick [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-4825007892699230831?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/4825007892699230831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=4825007892699230831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4825007892699230831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4825007892699230831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/shoo-wednesday-shoo.html' title='Shoo wednesday Shoo'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SL3ZeQBiwwI/AAAAAAAAA4E/TzA-PFMZTBU/s72-c/cinta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-8969171411117764222</id><published>2008-09-02T15:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:02:03.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; it's only Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SLzpoUBgZCI/AAAAAAAAA38/utikLGxbDvg/s320/DSC037961.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241320945131480098" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't get me wrong. It's not that I hate this life, I just like the old one better.(which explains why I uploaded a freaking-god-knows-how-old picture) Back when we had all the time in the universe, just for ourselves. Heck, it was goddamn bloody fun. We had no care for the world. Alright, so there were issues, teeny weeny ones here and there, but I was always there for you wasn't I. And of course(the main purpose of this whole lame paragraph), you were &lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt; there for me too. I freaking mean ALWAYS, like when I turn 360 degrees I only see you you and you HAHA. Those days when you were always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There to whisper I love you into my ears. There to hug me tight. There to kiss me gently. There to caress my cheeks. There to just merely hang around me. &amp; There to make me feel better eventhough we knew things wasn't going to get any better HAH. Okay, the point is. Whenever and Wherever I needed you, you were there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that things are supposedly meant to be better, somehow it just doesn't feel right. I liked it better back then. No, I love it a hell lot better back then :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. I'm not going to be selfish here. Yes, of course, every man needs to go to work. But I wish, just maybe, you don't. You'd stay here with me and we'd laugh at your lame jokes all day. &lt;b&gt;Hello time, you can stop now.&lt;/B&gt; Ok, don't be rubbish Edlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, aren't holidays supposed to be fun ?  Why isn't mine ? &lt;br /&gt;This is a rhetorical question, which means you're not suppose to answer it in any form later. Be it Friendster/Msn. I prefer to ponder on this alone. So, for a start, stop asking how was my holidays. Hasn't this post screamed enough the answer ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, this is a sad post. &amp; you know how much I hate sad posts. Just come home fast. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-8969171411117764222?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8969171411117764222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=8969171411117764222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8969171411117764222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8969171411117764222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-only-tuesday.html' title='&amp; it&apos;s only Tuesday'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SLzpoUBgZCI/AAAAAAAAA38/utikLGxbDvg/s72-c/DSC037961.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-3667685224944010385</id><published>2008-09-01T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:01:59.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GO SHINY GO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 20px; font-style:arial black; font-colour: f7f7f7;"&gt; Selamat Maju Jaya, Dear [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Boyfriend's first day of work. &amp; I'm the one who's more egg-cited and nervous than he is HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sent him to chop off his hair. Ensured he's all prim and proper for tomorrow. Now, My boyfriend's all ready for work YAY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck Sweetheart ! WOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-3667685224944010385?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/3667685224944010385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=3667685224944010385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/3667685224944010385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/3667685224944010385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/09/selamat-maju-jaya-dear-tomorrows.html' title='GO SHINY GO'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-4069639988253251536</id><published>2008-08-31T19:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:39:08.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sekalian umat islam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: Helvetica; font-size:20; font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Selamat mengerjakan ibadah puasa [:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-4069639988253251536?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/4069639988253251536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=4069639988253251536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4069639988253251536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4069639988253251536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/sekalian-umat-islam.html' title='Sekalian umat islam'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-5918259812649686734</id><published>2008-08-31T10:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:02:50.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell you nothing you don't want to hear</title><content type='html'>I was just about to add a tagboard when Ernie reminded me the amount of spammers I'd get each time I placed a tagboard. Dammit, I'm everyone's enemy when no one's my enemy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I'm pretty in love with my new skin with inspiration from Romeo and Juliet. The intro where they'd start the famous "In fair Verona where we lay our scene..." There'd be the news reporter in the beginning and ending, in case you din't know HEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive got nothing to do, seriously. I don't even have a purpose nor anything to blog about. Given the fact, I just blogged last night. What interesting thing can happen after last night. Like err I laid my head on my soft almost candy floss pillow and drifted into some lame dream. Well not really, I kept switching on and off the lights in alert of any signs of a likely ghosts. Pfft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp rock's finally here. Scream yay YAY ! I've got a fucking diarrhoea. Just when I was looking forward to Ramadhan. Wth, I still am. Hello, all the setan's locked up. Who doesn't look forward to that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-align:right;"&gt;I just want to be there&lt;br /&gt;When we're caught in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I just want to see you laugh not cry&lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel you&lt;br /&gt;When the night puts on it's cloak&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost for words don't tell me&lt;br /&gt;All I can say&lt;br /&gt;I love you 'till the end &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-5918259812649686734?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/5918259812649686734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=5918259812649686734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5918259812649686734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5918259812649686734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/tell-you-nothing-you-dont-want-to-hear.html' title='Tell you nothing you don&apos;t want to hear'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-8778020564088720663</id><published>2008-08-30T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:24:11.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause you made feel like nothing I've ever felt before</title><content type='html'>I cannot help but to love Muhammad Ruzaini all the fucking time. Even though, he gets so irritating and at times, tend to annoy the fuck out of me. But heck, I love him so much I'm outta words. It's how he is capable to make you &lt;strike&gt;smile&lt;/strike&gt;LAUGH OUT LOUD even when you're suppose to be at the peak of the pissed moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to spent our 4th monthsary with Ernie. No pichas, actually there is I'm just plain lazy bumbum to post it up HEH. I'm sucha dear cause I plaited her hair till it got so sexy and neat and boyfriend kept farting and making us laugh. It came to a point where Ernie said If there was sucha thing as dying of laughter, she'd be the first. Actually, this lame girl laughs at anything and everything so doesn't matter really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, weekends are the greateast fabulous most extraordinary day with Boyfriend. I always always always look forward to weekends cause my sweetheart never fail to surprise me with all his cheeky naughty lame acts. The plan was to catch a fairytale, but of course Muhammad Ruzaini adalah jantan unsissy (rolls eyes) so he made me watch "Kuch Kuch ho what-the-hell" I don't see anything ungayish about hindustan, isn't it just as gay as my fairytales. Pfft. I'm beginning to love hindustan thanks to this Kerinting HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Hip hip hooray ! I bummed into Sadiq ! The guy who made us (Zaini and I :P) happened. I cannot thank him enough man. If I hadn't seen Boyfriend in his ACSI windbreaker last year, I wouldn't have crushed on him. HAHA oh god I'm so madly deeply crazily in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA YA YA ! How can I forget. Sweetheart got himself a job at Health Science Building (HSA) HAHAHA Yes, this guy with the curly wurly golden hair is going to dye his hair pitch black and stop wearing denim and start wearing lab coats. HAHAHA. My boyfriend is fucking cute, I cannot stand it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUHAMMAD RUZAINI KHARIL ANUAR, LEBIH BAIK ENGKAU BALIK SEKARANG SEBELUM AKU CUBIT PUNAT KAU YANG TEENY WEENY PUNY MACAM CHOCOLATE CHIP !! -grits teeth-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-8778020564088720663?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8778020564088720663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=8778020564088720663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8778020564088720663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8778020564088720663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-cannot-help-but-to-love-muhammad.html' title='Cause you made feel like nothing I&apos;ve ever felt before'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-191539775167103337</id><published>2008-08-29T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:03:35.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 x 2 + 9 = Goodbye bye bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;For all of this&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;br /&gt;Do you regret so&lt;br /&gt;Your loneliness &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh haven't I said enough, I love you Muhammad Ruzaini [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-191539775167103337?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/191539775167103337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=191539775167103337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/191539775167103337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/191539775167103337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-all-of-this-im-better-off-without.html' title='10 x 2 + 9 = Goodbye bye bye'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-7972271237857703223</id><published>2008-08-28T11:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:49:59.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma superwoman Yes I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SLqFOvoXf1I/AAAAAAAAA30/9P4E2xAIzYM/s320/devils.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240647604749434706" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait till Ramadhan. I want all the devils locked up now this instant immediately. Oh god, give me the strength please please please  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not watch 4bia at any circumstances if you're anywhere alike Nur Edlin Effendi. I spent the night drowning my pillow and getting paranoid twisting and turning my head everywhere just to ensure no princess, no cursed book, no ugly bald man nor no missing-eyeballs ghost is anywhere in my room. Oh you don't how traumatise I was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Boyfriend for keeping me reminded of Allah and thank you Ernie for scolding me cause I should not not not have watched it and thank you Siti Maryam Effendi for the hug, the wiping of tears the everything. It got so bad my body started getting warm and my hear started throbbing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT WAS BAD :(&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting the trailer in fear, mind you. Just don't watch, trust me. You don't want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/54NvHX19f90&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/54NvHX19f90&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-7972271237857703223?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7972271237857703223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=7972271237857703223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/7972271237857703223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/7972271237857703223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/imma-superwoman-yes-i-am.html' title='Imma superwoman Yes I am'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SLqFOvoXf1I/AAAAAAAAA30/9P4E2xAIzYM/s72-c/devils.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-8745361470177849936</id><published>2008-08-26T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T01:18:05.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I, Edlin ♥ anywhere your anything's taste</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SLLfqHJoKgI/AAAAAAAAA28/2-W655l7MxE/s400/ECP1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238495231152237058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SLLfqU83uBI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Jc_GFnNmGJw/s400/ECP2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238495234856826898" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SLLfqtKvvuI/AAAAAAAAA3M/BPdxpiQRWTA/s400/ECP3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238495241357475554" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SLLfqpywYFI/AAAAAAAAA3U/ekS3iWETiRk/s400/ECP4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238495240451547218" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SLLfqwuU_bI/AAAAAAAAA3c/0_B3xruhMFc/s400/ECP5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238495242312023474" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say today's rated F for Fucking Fabulous Freakishly Fantastic Fun Fun Fun ! Hooray We spent the whole entire day at ECP. Like always, my sweetbuns sugarplum never fail to make me laugh balls. A day without me laughing in tears is Haram. The attempt to say alhamdulillah at every single damn sentence was bloody cute I tell you. Or the fart under water, once you pop the bubble it'd stink like rotten eggs. The holding-your-breath session and the zaini-cannot-float-because-he's-a-loser. &amp; for all the journey from the sea to the tent, I piggy back him like a lazy bumbum, just cause I refuse to get my legs dirty when entering the tent HEH (&amp; of course, FREE RIDES ON BOYFRIEND YAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sucha short post after all the blasting fun I had. But heck, who cares. I know I'm so high high high. In love love love. I love everything, Boyfriend's everywhere taste :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SLLfyJoANKI/AAAAAAAAA3k/RIjbp6zUrWI/s200/ECP6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238495369255466146" /&gt; Just a lil something you don't get to see that often. Okay, rephrase. Something you'd &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; get to see from this Abg 19-year-old HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-8745361470177849936?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8745361470177849936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=8745361470177849936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8745361470177849936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8745361470177849936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/hearts-anywhere-your-anythings-taste.html' title='I, Edlin ♥ anywhere your anything&apos;s taste'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SLLfqHJoKgI/AAAAAAAAA28/2-W655l7MxE/s72-c/ECP1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-4476920241218466667</id><published>2008-08-24T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T17:31:42.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>far far away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SLEp0XBXpHI/AAAAAAAAA20/v6-c-uIM5GQ/s1600-h/Anothercinderellastory.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SLEp0XBXpHI/AAAAAAAAA20/v6-c-uIM5GQ/s400/Anothercinderellastory.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238013821118293106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows that Imma very strong strong believer of happily ever after, so here's another. An upcoming must-watch movie of Disney channel heh Selena Gomez of Wizards of Waverly Place in it mind you. Just some fairytale. A prince charming, a beautiful princess a once upon a time and of course a happily ever after The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vWhelh-gSA4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vWhelh-gSA4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-4476920241218466667?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/4476920241218466667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=4476920241218466667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4476920241218466667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4476920241218466667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/far-far-away.html' title='far far away'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SLEp0XBXpHI/AAAAAAAAA20/v6-c-uIM5GQ/s72-c/Anothercinderellastory.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-5634378101363112202</id><published>2008-08-24T12:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:20:14.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>France Fantasia</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SLDmbXb8FVI/AAAAAAAAA2c/AlSb5lkRz5Y/s400/faveboy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237939724453942610" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy 3rd Birthday, EEFUN !!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite boy turned 3 last Saturday. &amp; we had a hell lotta fun celebrating it on Friday. My bbyboy loves fireworks like a child who loves lollipop. Baik France, showcase powerful. Eefun smelled like Abang's sweat at the end of it HAHA. Midnight supper at Swensen's was awesome yet snappy. Hello it was already tomorrow, way past his bedtime. I realise my sentence don't run smoothly. Heck who cares. I HEARTZXZXZ EEFUN !! HOORAY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SLDmbshYkwI/AAAAAAAAA2k/fpoEqmGNTpc/s400/STAYAWAY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237939730113925890" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my other all-time favourite man heh. I teared so badly last night thanks to him. Making me laugh balls over everything and anything. He finally got his Mrs Fields from Ernie and man, he finished it quick. Ron was there too, all quiet HAHA. Boyfriend's sucha sweetheart sheltering me from the rain with his big humongous hands although it din't make much of a difference but to catch the whole showcase in his arms; HEAVEN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY ! I am so lucky to have caught both the showcases with the people I love most. Family dan Zaini HAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SLDt-S-B5lI/AAAAAAAAA2s/unpVW02xt80/s1600-h/tissuemsn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SLDt-S-B5lI/AAAAAAAAA2s/unpVW02xt80/s400/tissuemsn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237948021131568722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something LAME Sugarplum did while we stared blankly at Ernie finishing up her Lit Physics and A maths. This guy amuses me so much sometimes I cannot stand it. It's freaking spooky to know that on tissue, we share the same handwriting HAHA &amp; He literally shook the hell outta me when he meant nudge -______-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-5634378101363112202?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/5634378101363112202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=5634378101363112202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5634378101363112202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5634378101363112202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/france-fantasia.html' title='France Fantasia'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SLDmbXb8FVI/AAAAAAAAA2c/AlSb5lkRz5Y/s72-c/faveboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-1109448507185051763</id><published>2008-08-22T03:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T03:45:46.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HEARTXZXZ ZAINI</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SK3Cx8OA7rI/AAAAAAAAA10/E7z-XUzNr5s/s400/rumahkuu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237056104936042162" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SK3CyDDC8mI/AAAAAAAAA18/69tSRXSIkso/s400/trioss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237056106769085026" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SK3CyU16Y-I/AAAAAAAAA2E/8D6CqeNjGdI/s400/DSC00421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237056111545836514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SK3Cyuqd9BI/AAAAAAAAA2M/Ct4I5wqB_J0/s400/DSC00426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237056118477157394" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SK3CyywqxHI/AAAAAAAAA2U/NKgt548TsME/s400/DSC00429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237056119576904818" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hickory dickory dock the mouse ran up the clock the clock strike 3 DING DONG the mous ran down IT'S FREAKING 3 TICK TOCK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so lame I cannot believe myself sometimes. Yknow how I'd watch Friends(!!) Ally Mcbeal what else what else, as young as 10. Those days when I'd kill just to look older. Then I realise, now I spend most of time watching Hannah Montana, iCarly, Wizards of Waverly Place, The suite life of Zack and Cody. I even watch multiple triple of the same episodes sometime. Ok dammit I really don't believe myself manxzxz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I do not post random post. Random post are like Hello coffee tastes nice with HL milk or My body is short I am retarded. That's classified as random heh. Ok, I really have got nothing to post. It's really just cause I had some pics to post up so I just had to put some words. Make no sense words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Honeybun's getting furious; Imma girl I don't multi-task&lt;br /&gt;So when I post, I don't listen Too bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_____________________________________-"&lt;br /&gt;OMG BOYFRIENDKU FAT PIG HE'S OUT FOOD-HUNTING NOW&lt;br /&gt;should have talked to him should have talked to him dammit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-1109448507185051763?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/1109448507185051763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=1109448507185051763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1109448507185051763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1109448507185051763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-heartxzxz-zaini.html' title='I HEARTXZXZ ZAINI'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SK3Cx8OA7rI/AAAAAAAAA10/E7z-XUzNr5s/s72-c/rumahkuu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-7628893871266848005</id><published>2008-08-21T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:07:46.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn the papers Stripped of them uniforms</title><content type='html'>I hereby announce the END OF EXAMINATION. Sila berjolly-jolly and take no heed nor care of the world. YES KEPALA OTAK KAU EDLIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay ! Sesungguhnya everybody anybody nobody somebody can bring me out everywhere anywhere nowhere somewhere now. Scream hooray; HOORAY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me enjoy whilst results are still not out yet. HEH. Because exams was a total screw up so results also yknow yknow -wiggles eyebrows-. I was a total loser blooser cause for a paper that started at 4, I had no reason to come late. But Edlin did. Well done, Edlin. Ernie flagged a cab for me so I alighted the bus and boarded the cab almost instantly like that. Macam princess feelingnya. But since the cab was flying, almost teleporting, I was not at all late YAY! Nonsense Rubbish FOC (Full Of Crap) FOS (Full of shit)Ding Dong Bell haha Pumpkin's been infesting my mind with naughty words, it's so unhealthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so love my really silly pookanilly. We have been chillaxing at CCK street 51 and it feels so great HAHA. Siti got herself tutor percuma. Boyfriend's got excellent ama-singh fantastic fabulouso teaching skills and he definitely has his way with kids. HAHA Paedophile in the making. Siti's all over him all over all over all over him. All the time everytime most of the time. Mama loves him Ernie loves his idiotness and Abang loves his lameness I love him yay ! Happy family ! Oh papa said nothing. YAY ! cause Papa would usually nag but now not abit no more no more. haha spastic paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting irritating annoying irrinoying frustrating frustanoying. I'm like a useless the-kind-you-regret-buying hopeless satu-sen-pon-tak-guna thesaurus HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE I TOLD YOU EXAMINATIONS ARE FUCKING OVER OH YES IT IS EXAM'S ARE OVER YAY ! LAUGH HAHA LAUGH HAHA NOW GO OOOHLALA. Tengah feeling cheerleader bodoh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-7628893871266848005?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7628893871266848005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=7628893871266848005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/7628893871266848005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/7628893871266848005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/burn-papers-stripped-of-them-uniforms.html' title='Burn the papers Stripped of them uniforms'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-4447008319468188942</id><published>2008-08-19T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:31:38.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I cannot why</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cr0ZOo6qK7U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cr0ZOo6qK7U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So I thought this lovely. I mean, who wouldn't. Enjoy [: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-4447008319468188942?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/4447008319468188942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=4447008319468188942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4447008319468188942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4447008319468188942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-i-cannot-why.html' title='So I cannot why'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-8988876560239794372</id><published>2008-08-19T08:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:39:34.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything but this WHOA WHOA WHOA</title><content type='html'>Time check; half past eight. Which gives me approximately 4 hours till Principles Of Marketing. How now brown cow How now brown cow How now brown cow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I miss oral classes with Shoba :(&lt;br /&gt;Back when I wore colourful tights like ABBA, race down the stairs for a piece of hotdog bread, run and hide behind Wati because those fucking blowjob guys always look like serial rapist and keeps winking until their face senget-benget. OH OH OH ! Or those sick convo I'd have with Wani. Missing cause he flew to Vietnam and contracted STD. HAH WISHFUL THINKING. I MISS THOSE DAYS, DON'T YOU :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in primary school, when I was in speech and drama. Mrs Baker would make us recite poems in one breath and have us play lame games which seemed so wicked and cool then. So, I remembered this poem on homework so vividly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;POM&lt;strike&gt;homework&lt;/strike&gt; oh POM&lt;strike&gt;homework&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you you stink&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could wash you away in the sink&lt;br /&gt;If only a bomb would explode you to bits&lt;br /&gt;POM&lt;strike&gt;homework&lt;/strike&gt; oh POM&lt;strike&gt;homework&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you you stink&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK LAME. Layterrrr (ok shit, zaini's language diffusing in me brains NOT GOOD NOT GOOD) Later !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come in peace. I want no war. &lt;br /&gt;I'm an average jane in love with my average joe.&lt;br /&gt;See you later, alligator [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-8988876560239794372?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8988876560239794372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=8988876560239794372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8988876560239794372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8988876560239794372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/anything-but-this-whoa-whoa-whoa.html' title='Anything but this WHOA WHOA WHOA'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-5734518328498898173</id><published>2008-08-18T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:03:08.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't miss me</title><content type='html'>POM's paper tomorrow. Yay ! not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took an hour and a half for Econs and Stats. Amazing ? Totally. I left instantly once completed, no revising of answers needed. Too intelligent for checking. Yah, in your dreams Edlin. So it's pretty obvious I'm flunging my papers. Syabas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaini's been sucha sweetoo(inspired from some hindi movie Zaini made me watch) He's been coming over my place err sayyy, everyday ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching high and low up down right left for the national day rally video flying dutchman made about Singaporeans. Search result, false. Abit lame since the rally is on exactly now so I doubt no speedy gonzalez is going to upload it like now either. But do catch it, pretty funny. My brother's abit "loserfied" clapping along with the audience each time our PM said something wow. GET A LIFE MUHAMMAD ELFIE GET A LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : I want to eat Sundae&lt;br /&gt;Boyf : But it's only Monday&lt;br /&gt;Abang : WHATT ? WAHLAO, DAMN LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Choose one. Either the tv or the com&lt;br /&gt;Boyf : I want to watch Ben 10&lt;br /&gt;Me : ok fine -takes laptop away-&lt;br /&gt;Me : -abang came- EH ABANG ! DON'T CHANGE THE CHANNEL ZAINI WANT TO WATCH&lt;br /&gt;Zaini : NO. -gives innocent face-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER ZAINI WHATEVER. PEOPLE OF THE EARTH, MUHAMMAD RUZAINI WATCHES BEN 10 AND LOVES IT. &lt;STRIKE&gt;I LOVE FOSTER HOME FOR IMAGINERY FRIENDS HEH &lt;/STRIKE&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama's beginning to love Zaini alot and even siding him when we start fighting for the television. I know, my life's so sad. I wanted to watch anger management but Mama insisted on letting Zaini watch MTV. HELLO MTV ! maksiat okay. What lame shit pimp my ride pfft -_____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting here again. WOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-5734518328498898173?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/5734518328498898173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=5734518328498898173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5734518328498898173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5734518328498898173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-miss-me.html' title='Don&apos;t miss me'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-3876664075226443007</id><published>2008-08-13T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:49:49.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See you later, alligator</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font: 28pt Garamond; color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Moved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-3876664075226443007?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/3876664075226443007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=3876664075226443007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/3876664075226443007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/3876664075226443007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/see-you-later-alligator.html' title='See you later, alligator'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-6040245462697580672</id><published>2008-08-13T03:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T03:42:35.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Infinity" Rating =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SKHlZAeeskI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Uqt3vk5BbuU/s400/sleepyhead.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233716459768558146" /&gt;Now now now, tell me how much sweeter can this Fart machine gets.(Sometimes it sounds like Frog, sometimes pants tear, sometimes choochoo train, etc) Imma bad girlfriend for forcing him to accompany me to mug, poor thing that sleephead. I love you, Dear. This guy's like no other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I've got emotion&lt;br /&gt;Dripping out my pores and I&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would let you know&lt;br /&gt;You are the night light,&lt;br /&gt;Ripping through my wicked world&lt;br /&gt;How you make it sparkle and glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I lose control&lt;br /&gt;There's just one thing you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for real, this time I mean it&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming clean, please don't let go&lt;br /&gt;I said from the start, that you could take it or leave it&lt;br /&gt;Prefer that you keep it&lt;br /&gt;Don't let go&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; finally, my dictionary swallowed the word stress. Hello stress. Nur Edlin fucking hate you cause you fucking stink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-6040245462697580672?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/6040245462697580672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=6040245462697580672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/6040245462697580672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/6040245462697580672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/infinity-rating-d.html' title='&quot;Infinity&quot; Rating =D'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SKHlZAeeskI/AAAAAAAAA1s/Uqt3vk5BbuU/s72-c/sleepyhead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-2041697785801646919</id><published>2008-08-13T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:41:04.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meanie poke in the house</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perfect Boyfriend&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Give her a big t-shirt of yours to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;• Leave her cute text messages&lt;br /&gt;• Kiss her in front of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;• Tell her she looks beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;• Look into her eyes when you talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;• Let her mess with your hair.&lt;br /&gt;• Just walk around with her.&lt;br /&gt;• Forgive her for her mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;• Look at her like she's the only girl you see.&lt;br /&gt;• Hold her hand when you're around your friends and in private.&lt;br /&gt;• Let her fall asleep in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;• Stay up all night with her when she's sick.&lt;br /&gt;• Watch her favorite movie with her.&lt;br /&gt;• Come up and grab her by the waist.-&lt;br /&gt;-Remember this:&lt;br /&gt;• Don't talk about other girls around her.&lt;br /&gt;If you love her, others shouldn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;• When she's sad, hang out with her.&lt;br /&gt;• Let her know she's important.&lt;br /&gt;• Kiss her in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;• When you fall in love with her, tell her.&lt;br /&gt;• And when you tell her, love her like you've never loved someone before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ain's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the above; CHECK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is true, then my boyfriend is Purrr-fect. Oh what the hell, MY BOYFRIEND IS SO SANGAT SANGAT PERFECT THANK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesunggunya, Nur Edlin love Muhammad Ruzaini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend is printing for me &lt;u&gt;ALL&lt;/u&gt; my past year papers now because Effendi shoo-ed me out the studyroom just because I'm "stupid". &lt;strike&gt;&amp; I don't friend Effendi :( &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-2041697785801646919?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/2041697785801646919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=2041697785801646919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/2041697785801646919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/2041697785801646919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/meanie-poke-in-house.html' title='Meanie poke in the house'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-3555629336260637093</id><published>2008-08-12T12:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:50:39.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ECONS STATS POM POA ECONS STATS POM POA</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt to study = &lt;i&gt;Failed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up going to Vivo with Zaini to see people have fun at the back while we play Ram ram rep and pepsi cola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt to study = &lt;i&gt;Failed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaini came over my place. Plan was for him to study for RTT(Congrats on passing within 10 minutes!) and for me to study for my oh-so-nearing exams. Ended up playing neopets and catching Romeo and Juliet at HBO. But, of course, Zaini was not interested in the show. He was more interested to see Pussycat Dolls dancing to When I grow up during MAA. Thank you Mama for buying us Murtabak from Victory, I love you so much Mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt to study = NO IDEA&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE, NOT. HELLO I'M BLOGGING. WTF AM I DOING GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Congrats Ernie on getting idk-if-i'm allowed-to-say for Malay. As good as me, not bad. I love you so much Sister hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-3555629336260637093?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/3555629336260637093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=3555629336260637093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/3555629336260637093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/3555629336260637093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/econs-stats-pom-poa-econs-stats-pom-poa.html' title='ECONS STATS POM POA ECONS STATS POM POA'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-6577708920754761827</id><published>2008-08-10T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:33:17.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SJ8Gw0Qlf1I/AAAAAAAAA1k/OkneObxBkHk/s400/DSC03984.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232908727759503186" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trophy reads: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87TH ANNUAL TRACK AND FIELD&lt;br /&gt;CHAMPIONSHIPS 2002&lt;br /&gt;INDIVIDUAL CHAMPIONSHIP&lt;br /&gt;GROUP 1&lt;br /&gt;CHAMPION (CHAMPION !!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, girlfriend deprived. Because Girlfriend run like slowpoke so Boyfriend tracker I feeling happy. Until Girlfriend kiss dusty-cob-webbed-6yearold trophy. His house was TKK, wtf I don't know what's that either. But eh hello, out of all the population of god-knows-how-many students from ACSI of year 2002, Zaini was the CHAMPION. Individual okay. This boy represented us Singaporeans once, sempena National Day nii. HAHA OK I STOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaini is so going to kill me if he finds out I'm bragging about him again. This man here is so humble it gets irritating sometimes. Girlfriend want to brag, cannot mehxzxz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where you girls start feeling jealous. OH YOU WISH YOU HAD A BOYFRIEND LIKE MINE, DON'T YOU DON'T YOU &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend tracker. Stamina good. Stamina good I happy. I happy because we good. What fucking blowjob am I talking about, no idea either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine I shall shut up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-6577708920754761827?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/6577708920754761827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=6577708920754761827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/6577708920754761827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/6577708920754761827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/super-boyfriend.html' title='Super Boyfriend'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SJ8Gw0Qlf1I/AAAAAAAAA1k/OkneObxBkHk/s72-c/DSC03984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-963740823144785607</id><published>2008-08-10T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:06:55.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stare what stare HAHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SJ7z2lT0kZI/AAAAAAAAA1c/0mhM_CD3shI/s1600-h/beautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SJ7z2lT0kZI/AAAAAAAAA1c/0mhM_CD3shI/s400/beautiful.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232887936104829330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Postsecret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often freak out when I get this, promise. I'd end up texting Zaini or Ernie to calm myself down, but obviously to no avail. I wouldn't mind if you secretly stare, a glimpse or two, switching of glances. That's perfectly fine, really. But those who concentrate on you and only you, whoa freaky. It's damn ama-singh(courtesy of Ernie) how some wouldn't even bother to look elsewhere when you stare back at them. What the fucking blowjob is your problem manxzxz ? Dyou know it's freaking scary and I get freaking scared when you do that. The best part is when other passengers realise what you're doing and end up staring as well. Perfect, now everybody's staring at me. If I had a zit, fine stare all you fucking want. But hello, I look perfectly fine, in fact so fine so please stop staring at me making me feel so uneasy. Pfft. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess what ? We don't care what you think, whether we're beast or beauty, just stop staring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-963740823144785607?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/963740823144785607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=963740823144785607&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/963740823144785607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/963740823144785607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/stare-what-stare-hahaha.html' title='Stare what stare HAHAHA'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SJ7z2lT0kZI/AAAAAAAAA1c/0mhM_CD3shI/s72-c/beautiful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-3098260304297555393</id><published>2008-08-09T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:40:22.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand up Stand up for Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Happy 43rd Birthday, Singapura&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am a Busy bee. So long, farewell [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-3098260304297555393?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/3098260304297555393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=3098260304297555393&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/3098260304297555393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/3098260304297555393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-you-zaini.html' title='Stand up Stand up for Singapore'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-1394367527305699109</id><published>2008-08-07T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T01:16:28.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That man My man</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SJnbtF45IXI/AAAAAAAAA1U/nI3CJhlAmyg/s400/DSC03934.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231454009888940402" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;Silhouette in my dream&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna get a &lt;strike&gt;lil&lt;/strike&gt;alot cheesy but heck who cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big besar humongous extra large gigantic Thank You, Muhammad Ruzaini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I first saw you last year, of course with the specs :D How you gave me the hostile look. UH HUH YEAH Zaini is action jackston. Then you were, Eyecandy (idk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awhh-some double chocolate frappe. The never failed visits to civic just to catch a glimpse of "abang mccafeku". Then, I was an invisible admirer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not after Sadiq made me visible, of course. Suddenly, everything started sparking off. Because Abang Mccafe is a big flirt suddenly after going single HAHA I wouldn't say it was love then, but heck you made me feel good all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I thank you the most for the undying faith you had in us. How you held on so tightly, thru all the ups and downs. Yes, it was toughest at the most beginning, but you refused to budge and you remained loving me. Your love so strong it finally(!!!) made me move on Your love so strong I was beginning to feel it too. That's when It all started coming in. Now, my Eyecandy Number One ! &amp; two ! &amp; three ! and it goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him, Ruzaini made me realise how much I've been missing on love. The man who never fails to make me laugh every single day. The man who never fails to fucking pamper me making me feel like a fucking princess all the time. The man who never fails to kiss and kiss and kiss me all the time. The man who never fails to love me, Nur Edlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all that,&lt;b&gt; I LOVE YOU (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-1394367527305699109?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/1394367527305699109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=1394367527305699109&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1394367527305699109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1394367527305699109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-man-my-man.html' title='That man My man'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SJnbtF45IXI/AAAAAAAAA1U/nI3CJhlAmyg/s72-c/DSC03934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-7879367835614392807</id><published>2008-08-06T23:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T00:38:11.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better than you So much better than you</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://img161.imageshack.us/img161/8484/changeroomgr0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231434106544022482" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;That time at the mall, you and me in the dressing room&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, Kacheek managed to recover after the battle with Chia Clown. I think my pet is so happy, like me. I love you, Kacheek [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know which frequency I'm in, it's Neopets. Oh shut your trap and tuck in your teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so blessed with purrr-fect people around me, esp Muhammad Ruzaini. He sends me home &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;everyday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; from school. On days that he can't, Papa would. Anyways, my boyf stylo milo taught me how to play pool and now, Hello nama saya Edlin saya pemain terhandal pool. Cheydebah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edlin, don't live in self denial. So yes I lost to Zaini, I won one :D WOW ! Ribuan tepukan, terima kasih. We ate at Anatolia at FarEast again. &amp; -drumrolls-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;P2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. This movie is a bloody must-watch. Worth your money, promise. The thrill is better than a roller coaster ride. Definitely not for the weak at heart. I'm so sorry Sweetheart if I gave you a hell of a shock all the time with my ear-piercing spastic loser spastic annoying spastic screams and the pulling of your shirt till I nearly ripped it off. All due to the goddamn suspense. I hate the gruesome part, though. But heck, must mesti perlu harus watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edlin : OH HELLO I'M TINA &amp; I ENJOY BEING A BLOODY BITCH BYE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SJnJmkJrY9I/AAAAAAAAA0U/iH0gk8q2sqM/s400/affair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231434106544022482" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;I get a flash and I smile Am I crazy &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-7879367835614392807?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7879367835614392807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=7879367835614392807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/7879367835614392807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/7879367835614392807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/better-than-you-so-much-better-than-you.html' title='Better than you So much better than you'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SJnJmkJrY9I/AAAAAAAAA0U/iH0gk8q2sqM/s72-c/affair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-5129532944542478845</id><published>2008-08-03T01:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T02:16:45.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This post is to compensate the MIA thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SJSdQt3t6SI/AAAAAAAAA0E/4-NJV5e-_tY/s1600-h/spasticc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SJSdQt3t6SI/AAAAAAAAA0E/4-NJV5e-_tY/s400/spasticc.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229977977800747298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeybuns came up with spastic acronyms. Like the one above (points finger up) Nisa asked me what that means. Like wtf, I don't know what it means either. So I asked Zaini, and he was trying to get angry (but to no avail) asking me who the hell send me that late at night (it's 1.48am, fyi) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDLIN says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i og yang minta email fs u di DOTA hari tu.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ruzainee! says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dwuw&lt;br /&gt;wywydl&lt;br /&gt;qwerty&lt;br /&gt;jengebahh jengebahh ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it means, DO WHAT U WANT, WHAT YOU WANT YOU DO LAA respectively.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. and then comes QWERTY, go look at the keyboard, spasticc fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I promise this guy is so funny there'll come a day I'd pee in my pants. No kidding. While in the train, some weirdos were staring at us, smiling spastically like as though they know us. Everyone was looking uhh, cause bloody Zaini kept making me laugh balls until people around also laugh look at us -shakes head- Cause of that, I laughed even worst. So bad, I teared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The versions of OUR own edited-version song. Memandangkan the both of us suck at malay songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andai ku tahu&lt;br /&gt;Kapan tiba mautmu (kenapa tidak mampos sekali ya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari in kau datang riang...&lt;br /&gt;(all the way betul)&lt;br /&gt;Jangan dewi jangan begitu...&lt;br /&gt;Manis, riang&lt;br /&gt;wajah bertambah jelita&lt;br /&gt;(very sedap entering and continuation)&lt;br /&gt;Hari in kau datang riang (cheydebah, we made this song have only 2 stanzas and no ending, sampai out of breath sing this song over dan over dan over again :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and an example, cause there was alot of cases like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silap aku juga kerna jatuh cinta&lt;br /&gt;insan sepertimu seanggun bidadari&lt;br /&gt;seharusnya aku cermin diriku&lt;br /&gt;sebelum tirai kamar aku buka untuk mengintaimu&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;meraung di jiwaaaaa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly suddenly lagu Mamat (mamat eh mamat) got version featuring Newboyz- meraung. Ok, and in case you haven't realise, the songs are mat-infested-rep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HELLO SAYA MINAH EDLIN REP :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang sent me to woodlands cause nobody was using the car this morning&lt;br /&gt;Abang : Eh, ask Zaini for Oreo Romeo Cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;Me : HUH ?! where got such thing ?&lt;br /&gt;Abang : oh don't have eh. then what ah ?&lt;br /&gt;Me : arr tuu Zaini&lt;br /&gt;Abang : WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY -dramatic like hell-&lt;br /&gt;Me : yahh, I know. the hair like matrep&lt;br /&gt;Abang: WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY -freaking dramatic like hell-&lt;br /&gt;Me : whattttt ? Yaaaaa, like matrep right&lt;br /&gt;Abang : WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY -damn damn freaking dramatic like hell-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it began to sound so ear piercing and irritating, I salam-ed him and left quickly. I bet he was still WHYYYYYYYYYYYY-ing while driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK BEST. ZAINI IS SLEEPING NOW SNORING HIS LUNGS AWAYYYYYY .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice was the&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack of the Summer&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boys like Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;even though your voice horrible,&lt;/strike&gt; HAHAHAHA I don't wanna ever love another&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-5129532944542478845?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/5129532944542478845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=5129532944542478845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5129532944542478845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5129532944542478845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-compensation-to-make-up-for.html' title='This post is to compensate the MIA thank you'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SJSdQt3t6SI/AAAAAAAAA0E/4-NJV5e-_tY/s72-c/spasticc.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-1636002751165097733</id><published>2008-07-27T10:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T11:01:53.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the sheetsss</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SIvhlAsWhQI/AAAAAAAAAz8/zPPij8qF3wU/s400/DSC03938.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227519818451027202" /&gt;SEE THAT LAYER OF FAT O-M-G KILL ALL LIPID KILL ALL LIPID KILL ALL LIPID (Lipid eh ? I ain't no Bio student, so have mercy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was teramatlah awesome buat diriku, Nur Edlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much pichas cause there wasn't much time. We reached ECP at 10am and left at 7pm. Told ya, how so little time we had to spent time together. HAHA. Sense the sarcasm. But yeah, whenever you're with Zaini, time flies so fast. He'd come up with all the spastic and lame jokes. He'd make the outing so fun. Both in the water and on land. -wiggles eyebrows-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, in advanced,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy 6 ÷ 2 Monthsary [: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask why it's 6 ÷ 2. It's between you me and dupree &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama trying to speaking London&lt;br /&gt;Me: MA !! mama masak sotong hitam eh ?&lt;br /&gt;Mama : -singing some alalalalala song- NO !! I COOKING BLACK SQUID !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL -_______________________-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-1636002751165097733?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/1636002751165097733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=1636002751165097733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1636002751165097733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1636002751165097733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/07/saturday-was-teramatlah-awesome-buat.html' title='Under the sheetsss'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SIvhlAsWhQI/AAAAAAAAAz8/zPPij8qF3wU/s72-c/DSC03938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-1970780956485311649</id><published>2008-07-24T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:23:21.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever dan ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SIiaW6i1LZI/AAAAAAAAAz0/Dy-ejtirJJI/s1600-h/DSC03907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SIiaW6i1LZI/AAAAAAAAAz0/Dy-ejtirJJI/s400/DSC03907.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226597086026608018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my name is Edlin and I do not have moodswings on any time of the months because I'm Edlin. Tetapi, instead of me having moodswings, boyf saya will be the one with moodswings. The PMS hormones will seep out of my pores and diffuse into Zaini's. Awesome. But for the warm hug when it was raining anjing dan kucing, I love you [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This excruciating pain is unbearable. It's mutiliating my mind beyond recognition. I think my tummy can no longer function. Bye bye digestion. Oh dear, here goes Vagina. -drops dead-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret secret I tell you &lt;strike&gt;I got Boyf suspended from work cause he got caught giving me Double Chocolate Frappe for percuma DAMN &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-1970780956485311649?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/1970780956485311649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=1970780956485311649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1970780956485311649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1970780956485311649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/07/forever-dan-ever.html' title='Forever dan ever'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SIiaW6i1LZI/AAAAAAAAAz0/Dy-ejtirJJI/s72-c/DSC03907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-6502046565514291492</id><published>2008-07-24T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:03:51.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm all over youuuuu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SIiZxeQ49rI/AAAAAAAAAzs/a46BBT7hrw8/s1600-h/chiaa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SIiZxeQ49rI/AAAAAAAAAzs/a46BBT7hrw8/s400/chiaa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226596442780006066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Muhammad Ruzaini looks so sangat hot in the pic but that is not the supposedly centre of attraction here. Look at the back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DRUMROLLS- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah dia adik kesayangan Ruzaini. AMAT COMEL, BUKAN ?&lt;br /&gt;She looks as if she just got shot dead and her corpse lying cold stiff on the floor. Her hands are even up manxz. Fyi, she's sleeping. Schools a murder, and Zaini's sister the victim :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn. I promise I'd stunt on you if you don't stop. You're killing me manxz. You so wanna check out badan Boyfriend saya. Now I believe when you say you've modelled(?), your bods to die for. -faints-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bleargh. He just let out an all time bang bang boom to the max fart. Din't I tell you he's the Fart Machine, he defines fart. Ini post amatlah aimless tanpa arah tujuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me good luck for Econs presentation and Stats later today :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-6502046565514291492?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/6502046565514291492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=6502046565514291492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/6502046565514291492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/6502046565514291492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-all-over-youuuuu.html' title='I&apos;m all over youuuuu'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SIiZxeQ49rI/AAAAAAAAAzs/a46BBT7hrw8/s72-c/chiaa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-3086493649059080741</id><published>2008-07-20T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T01:27:15.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Z for Zaini !!</title><content type='html'>Bby, dry your eyes Bby, don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;I know you've been through hard times and the struggles&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna tell you I love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sing to the rhythm of Sean Kingston's dry your eyes thank you. Bbygrl, things might seem to be at its worst and life seems to be at its lowest. But, I love you and you love me and I think that's all that really matters. I LOVE YOU, BBYGRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SIIjDvATL-I/AAAAAAAAAzc/rH7C4aKswPA/s320/DSC00339.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224777064767500258" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; of course, My Honeybun, Sugarplum, Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, Zaini, my Sweetie Pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although &lt;U&gt;KAU&lt;/U&gt; might be mean to &lt;U&gt;AKU&lt;/U&gt; sometimes, I still love you no matter what. For all the lame moodwswings, I forgive. Because I love you so much to continue fighting. OMG, so cheesy manxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the little touch, the pecks and tight hugs, thank you. (For your mum's kick ass awhsome Briyani, THANK YOU -hands in the air-) For never failing to make me laugh, although your jokes might get a &lt;strike&gt;little&lt;/strike&gt;ALOT lame, thank you. Oh you don't how much I;'m so grateful to have you in my life. I LOVE YOU [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SIIePodP9dI/AAAAAAAAAy0/faSBPDa4f5w/s320/2804.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224771771610166738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SIIePuMMgqI/AAAAAAAAAy8/pjzj26uKBXk/s320/CABB.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224771773149250210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SIIeP5m7nII/AAAAAAAAAzE/C7F7WnwF1Go/s320/cinta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224771776214178946" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SIIeQAWuJEI/AAAAAAAAAzM/CiqmgcRYcrE/s320/DSC03880.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224771778025235522" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SIIeQXdat0I/AAAAAAAAAzU/ZqU-bv3fMOA/s320/LOVE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224771784227338050" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-3086493649059080741?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/3086493649059080741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=3086493649059080741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/3086493649059080741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/3086493649059080741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/07/z-for-zaini.html' title='Z for Zaini !!'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SIIjDvATL-I/AAAAAAAAAzc/rH7C4aKswPA/s72-c/DSC00339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-7167288690080770532</id><published>2008-07-18T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T23:52:10.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's too short so take that time and appreciate</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://memyselfmine.blogspot.com"&gt;READ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the strongest woman I've ever met. She just made me realise how lucky I am. To always be there, all the time, showering me with his undying love. Set aside trillions and billions and gazillions oh-you-get-the-point tissues, I promise you'd need it badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Ruzaini Khairil A, I love you [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-7167288690080770532?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7167288690080770532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=7167288690080770532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/7167288690080770532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/7167288690080770532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/07/lifes-too-short-so-take-that-time-and.html' title='Life&apos;s too short so take that time and appreciate'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-3442249348134185316</id><published>2008-07-18T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:46:10.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meant to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SH9zbNeg7yI/AAAAAAAAAys/oJZWH-n9eH8/s1600-h/POM-2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SH9zbNeg7yI/AAAAAAAAAys/oJZWH-n9eH8/s320/POM-2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224021004084375330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SH9ylUNpekI/AAAAAAAAAyc/wuw8beFKHy0/s1600-h/POM2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SH9ylUNpekI/AAAAAAAAAyc/wuw8beFKHy0/s320/POM2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224020078179744322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POA's ICA's tomorrow. But here I am, blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be honest yeah. I know nuts on what exactly am I suppose to blog. One thing I know for sure, I love Ruzaini like no one ever did. I love Bbygrl setinggi langit and seluas lautan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first formal presentation was Fabulous [:&lt;br /&gt;No one can ever ask for a better group like mine. Although I ended up using Mama's cobwebbed-dusty-mouldy-ohyouknowwhatimean stuffs, I think it went pretty well. And I look pretty presentable. Need haircut, pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry Muhammad Ruzaini for forcing you to stay up to mug POA with me. Whispers, "my boyfriend's wailing like a loon and shouting at the top of his lungs, blasting lame songs." Pretty amazing how I can actually concentrate right now, with him singing and all. Self-entertaining himself, awesome or what. Ok wow, he just blared some lame cheesy malay song with goddamn heavy bass, it has a weight. -shakes head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read The Time Traveller's Wife, Audrey Niffenegger. Classssssiiiicccc (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES. GOOD LUCK, MYSELF [:&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully POA's gonna be a chicken feet haha all the way, amin. &lt;i&gt;in my dreams.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SH9yl8wVhcI/AAAAAAAAAyk/qBX1go5me6E/s1600-h/POM2008-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SH9yl8wVhcI/AAAAAAAAAyk/qBX1go5me6E/s320/POM2008-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224020089062655426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And the pain. It's starting to slip away. &lt;br /&gt;Let me just stand here quietly and inconspicuously, here and now. Here and now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-3442249348134185316?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/3442249348134185316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=3442249348134185316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/3442249348134185316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/3442249348134185316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/07/poas-icas-tomorrow.html' title='meant to be'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SH9zbNeg7yI/AAAAAAAAAys/oJZWH-n9eH8/s72-c/POM-2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-6347230949098397683</id><published>2008-07-10T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:07:46.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like rotten eggs</title><content type='html'>Say hello to my arch enemy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt; SCHOOL &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=right&gt;I need coaching, anyone ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-6347230949098397683?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/6347230949098397683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=6347230949098397683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/6347230949098397683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/6347230949098397683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/07/like-rotten-eggs.html' title='Like rotten eggs'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-5359353885961961285</id><published>2008-07-06T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:20:02.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 CHEERS FOR LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SHDqsjblxpI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ANlUhIFC8o8/s400/P1080112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219930019268511378" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks awesome, totally. Never get bored of it and never will. But I'd go with the air show by the Black Knights. THAT WAS TOTALLY KICK ASS AWESOME, promise. WICKED :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POM project's due tomorrow. I love Alene Partner, please don't PMS okay. It is not sexy to be PIP (?). Oh you don't know how much I love my project mates. They're a bunch of girls you'd never get tired nor sick of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand people who claims they're attached when they're not. Faking it when it never happened. Don't even bother faking it cause it's pretty obvious. Never had no official dates but go around telling you've been with so and so for etc etc number of months. C'mon, get a life. It doesn't matter really how long you guys have lasted, nobody cares nobody does nobody wants to either. But, faking ? HAH. yah, why the hell am I posting about it manxzxz, when I'm not suppose to care. OH CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernie is having orgasms reading a text message from a niceboy(: who keeps texting me. Never gives up, and I doubt he will. He uses youh as you, tart as that so Ernie ensures that youh has that you-hhhh sound. Sicko. She's sexually arousing me now caressing my thighs slowly moving into my crouch. OH DEAR, TOO MUCH INFO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister (younger!!) thinks I'm too emotional. Well, hello, I'm not ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SHDqs2shcoI/AAAAAAAAAyM/sA8Rkr6sJUU/s400/thistime.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219930024439804546" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Ruzaini chopped off his hair cause he claims it's rinsa (wtf?) Mama thought it looked neat, I thought it look errr egg-y ? My boyf never fails to make me laugh these days with his spastic jokes. Now, it's KEPALA BOTAK KAU, no more KEPALA OTAK KAU. Now I'm texting him like this, "I x keluar today" It's called the J.B. style (Johor Baru) Now I love him so much I don't want to let go. I want to grow old with him so we can pluck each other's white hair and siang tauge under the void deck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Daripada : Bbygrl's blog [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SHDvn-6xuII/AAAAAAAAAyU/nqhckuPu0-w/s320/bes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219935438305867906" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nineteen reasons why you're th best babygrrrrrrrrrrrl :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, I can be myself when I'm w you.&lt;br /&gt;Two, You were patient and you still lve me even when I'm grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;Three, We can talk about anything or errthang under th Sun.&lt;br /&gt;Four, You always seem t knw when things aren't doing great.&lt;br /&gt;Five, You don't need t try so hard t make me laugh and smile.&lt;br /&gt;Six, You're someone I can be goofy w.&lt;br /&gt;Seven, You hate t see me losing weight.&lt;br /&gt;Eight, You eat up my chocolates so tht I won't get sick.&lt;br /&gt;Nine,Whnvr I need it mst, you're thr w yr all-purpose hugs which are perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Ten, I can ask you a dumb question without feeling at all dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Eleven, You accept my flaws.&lt;br /&gt;Twelve, You never made fun of me even if I look like a clown.&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen, You've alws been my motivation.&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen, You made me feel important in yr life.&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen, You alws gve me a call when you were jst thinking about me.&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen, You've seen my worst, but you're still here.&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen, You bring out th best in me.&lt;br /&gt;Eighteen, You claimed tht I still smell nice even when I've nt taken my bath.&lt;br /&gt;Nineteen, You're my anchor in life's ocean and mst of all, you're my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thr are endless reasons. But, th mst important is tht, Bby, knowing you is loving you. I love you v much. I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- what more can I ever ask for. I've got the greatest Bbygrl. ILYLAS [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-5359353885961961285?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/5359353885961961285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=5359353885961961285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5359353885961961285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5359353885961961285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-cheers-for-life.html' title='3 CHEERS FOR LIFE'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SHDqsjblxpI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ANlUhIFC8o8/s72-c/P1080112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-4665748378889028270</id><published>2008-07-03T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:40:01.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steps in becoming independent</title><content type='html'>For the first time ever in my whole 17 years of living, I went to the doctor myself. (this is the part you all start applauding, and I start waving thank you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sweetheart for accompanying me. Ruzaini is the best of the best (although he just slept on me like 5 secs ago) But wth, come the consultation, I went into the doctor's room by myself ! First time go doctor without Mama. Awesome, totally. Ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a lame post because there is no purpose but merely to say I went to polyclinic by myself. I've got 5 stacks of medicine. I know, insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Mama on her opinion regarding things happening lately. Mama thought I did the right thing but yes, she said that I shouldn't have interfered. It's been done, and I know apology is not going to resolve anything but at least I did. Mama thinks Imma fabulous daughter and I think she's an awesome Mama. OH HAVEN'T I SAID ENOUGH. I LOVE MY FUNKY FABULOUS FAMILY !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET WELL SOON, ATOK. WE LOVE YOU (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-4665748378889028270?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/4665748378889028270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=4665748378889028270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4665748378889028270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4665748378889028270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/07/steps-in-becoming-independent.html' title='Steps in becoming independent'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-1477450787225349131</id><published>2008-07-02T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:47:40.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE ME [:</title><content type='html'>I cannot help but to say, I LOVE ME [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because ME has awesome family, ME has awesome boyfried, ME has awesome Bbygrl and HELL YEAH ! ME has awesome SISTER :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what will become of ME without them. I love you Mama for never failing to make me wanna get closer to GOD. I love you Papa for giving me anything and everything I want. I love you Bbygrl for always listening to me rant and rant and making me feel alot like a lady, no woman. I love you Ernie because she is simply Ernie, this girl the most important one(!!!!!). &amp; of course, Zaini, for having the greatest of faith in us and me. I've never seen anyone so strong like you, nowhere and not even close to giving up even at times like those. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I LOVE NUR EDLIN EFFENDI OTHMAN SARMANI KHAS :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM NOT FEELING WELL. AM NOT GOING TO SCHOOL :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading the post aloud, Siti heard and got angry. She wants her name and Abang's name in it. I love Abang for always trying to make me irritated, you cute lil Abang. &amp; for being so bitchy, I love you, Siti [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-1477450787225349131?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/1477450787225349131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=1477450787225349131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1477450787225349131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/1477450787225349131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-cannot-help-but-to-say-i-love-me.html' title='I LOVE ME [:'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-4902196041318640371</id><published>2008-07-02T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:00:24.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SGuGTR3hvKI/AAAAAAAAAx8/x9BlUGKpGmQ/s1600-h/maincourse1-menu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SGuGTR3hvKI/AAAAAAAAAx8/x9BlUGKpGmQ/s400/maincourse1-menu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218412259010788514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anatolia.com.sg"&gt;Anatolia Turkish Restaurant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction guaranteed. Promise. If you're lucky, you might get to see the ice-cream man do his lame-but-awesome tricks. The food's fabulous, serious. I've tried dish (1) and (2) AWHH-SOMEEEE !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Ruzaini, thank you [:&lt;br /&gt;For everything.&lt;a href="http://www.anatolia.com.sg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-4902196041318640371?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/4902196041318640371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=4902196041318640371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4902196041318640371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4902196041318640371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/07/food-glorious-food.html' title='FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SGuGTR3hvKI/AAAAAAAAAx8/x9BlUGKpGmQ/s72-c/maincourse1-menu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-7065535758694955923</id><published>2008-07-01T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:35:31.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OGTELT'NACI</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SGpM6Pl_CII/AAAAAAAAAx0/7F8UHU6U0nQ/s400/figureitoutyourself.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218067681764116610" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;FIGURE IT OUT YOURSELF [=&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing lotsa reflecting lately. I know this sounds so wtf but seriously, I have been doing lotsa reflections. Dyou know what the saddest part is, there's nothing positive really I can find about myself. I haven't been a good daughter, never a good sister, never a good friend and hell yeah, I haven't, not even a single slightest bit, been a good girlfriend no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew what I wanted. I wish. I wish for so many things. But ya, their all just merely wishes. I'm crapping, totally. WHAT-EV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. From the bottom of my heart. I am trying, I really am. You don't know how hard I have got to control this raging emotions to not put his number at speed dial. You don't know how tough it is to tell yourself no when every single cell in your body keeps saying yes, esp your heart fyi. As cheesy as it might sound, it's true. I want to, but I just can't. I wish we had, but we hadn't. I've given in, but am not going to give in no more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say this. But the series of unfortunate events today brought back bittersweet memories. I miss punching you for annoying the shit out of me. I miss crying in your arms although it was you who made me cry. I miss those random wet kisses we'd do for nothing. I miss those days when we'd just lay still and pretend time has stop for us. I miss I miss I miss Oh you don't know how much I miss us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I've got myself a role for Layar Andayu Production 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry people. I cheated your feelings. HAHA. I got 39.5/40 for POA. Not 30/40. I cheat my father's feelings also manxz. Told you ! I haven't been a good daughter. PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ma, olin dapat role jadi gatal&lt;br /&gt;Mama : arr bangga ar tuu, kau kan suka merepek jekkk&lt;br /&gt;Me : APA MAAA ? tak laa, bukan gatal sampai gitu laaa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother ah. Tak boleh tahan sia like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-7065535758694955923?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7065535758694955923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=7065535758694955923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/7065535758694955923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/7065535758694955923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/07/ogteltnaci.html' title='OGTELT&apos;NACI'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SGpM6Pl_CII/AAAAAAAAAx0/7F8UHU6U0nQ/s72-c/figureitoutyourself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-8981540683004700214</id><published>2008-06-29T23:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:30:01.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Ulang Tahun, Kami [=</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SGekoP6sXUI/AAAAAAAAAxk/IABkajaFrjY/s320/DSC00225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217319704706440514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anything else, Sorry Azureen [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught kerja-api (fireworks) last night. It was awh-some !! We got ourselves J.Co. It was heaven !! I ate OCK's chicken. It was so sedaaap !! Ok, stop it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to meet people I love. Hooray ! haha. Nur Edlin sayang Zaini, Bbygrl, Ernie, Eera, Elfa, Huda, Nazirul dan selain yang sewaktu dengannya. Amin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; still missing Awallul !! &amp; Sadiq !! PFFT. Don't remind me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaini came across this and I thought it sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Like A Drug ,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Im The Addict .&lt;br /&gt;Your Like The Air ,&lt;br /&gt;I Need To Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Like The Song ,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Im The Lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;Your Like The Clouds ,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Im Like The Rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I tried to be funny. So I said ," You're like the fork, &amp; I'm like the spoon" &lt;br /&gt;That ass din't laugh at my joke, so I had to laugh at my own joke. I know. What a sad and touching story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SGekWX8dxMI/AAAAAAAAAxc/nKmvBDnh7To/s320/DSC00220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217319397623710914" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this and thought, to whoever out there who's ruining your life without you realising it. I hope you still do read, I hope you'd reflect. Potential suiciders, think twice. Not just suicides, but if giving up seems to be the only option, think again. Cause Edlin loves you [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SGeou-nxpRI/AAAAAAAAAxs/KE7ZQiZcc9s/s400/becarefulyourimportant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217324218369287442" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, my boyfriend is so cute. I made him call me but I was so busy posting, I din't layan him. Now, he's fast asleep. So soundly that even after I shouted ZAINI! I get -pitch silence-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;HOW DARE HE SLEEP ON ME !! &lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-8981540683004700214?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/8981540683004700214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=8981540683004700214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8981540683004700214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/8981540683004700214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/06/selamat-ulang-tahun-kami.html' title='Selamat Ulang Tahun, Kami [='/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SGekoP6sXUI/AAAAAAAAAxk/IABkajaFrjY/s72-c/DSC00225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-7882048741548597781</id><published>2008-06-28T10:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T11:14:31.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satu satu, OLIN sayang Papa !</title><content type='html'>Jam didinding menunjukkan 10:58 pagi. Namun Nur Edlin tetap berdegil dan melengkah seperti anak dara tak guna menghadap komputer ribanya pagi petang siang dan malam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is cute, is yours ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Pa ! You want the keropok uh ? I eat eh ?&lt;br /&gt;Papa : DUH !! -bimbo sebimbo-bimbonya-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa : So how ? Got any good results to tell me ?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh ! I got 30 ke 31 for POA. Over 40 okay, so not so bad whattttt&lt;br /&gt;Papa : whats that ? Prisoners of Alchravist (idk what the hell is that, but It sounded like that :P)&lt;br /&gt;Me : HUH ?! NO -_____- -GIVES LAMES FACE-&lt;br /&gt;Ernie : it's Principles of Accounting&lt;br /&gt;Me : I got 20/40 for POM but then&lt;br /&gt;Papa : HUH ?! Principles of Malaysia ? &lt;br /&gt;Ernie and I : &lt;B&gt;NO!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa : Olin ! I'm going out already to play golf&lt;br /&gt;Me : arrr go out laa&lt;br /&gt;Papa : lock the door for me&lt;br /&gt;Me : -walked to the door- But papa, you already holding on to the key and can just close yourself right ?&lt;br /&gt;Papa : yalaaa, later I miss you how. &lt;br /&gt;Me : -gives lame maha lame face-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, takda ribut, takda taufan, he actually told us that he wanted to go breakfast at fucking 5 AM IN THE MORNING for idk-what-lame-reasons with the whole family. Nobody woke up today except Siti and Mama. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW TELL ME PEOPLE, IS MY PAPA CUTE OR CUTE OR CUTE ? ABSOLUTELY CUTE, RIGHT ?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EFFENDI , I LOVE YOU !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SGWsEUx53wI/AAAAAAAAAxM/aUei6Kz9IXw/s400/DSC00262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216764933676064514" /&gt;Pics a million years old so don't bother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-7882048741548597781?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/7882048741548597781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=7882048741548597781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/7882048741548597781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/7882048741548597781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/06/satu-satu-olin-sayang-papa.html' title='Satu satu, OLIN sayang Papa !'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SGWsEUx53wI/AAAAAAAAAxM/aUei6Kz9IXw/s72-c/DSC00262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-4868652229440620030</id><published>2008-06-26T16:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:32:22.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIAM DAN PANDU</title><content type='html'>Berita buruk. I got 20/40 for POM ICA2. Shup up and drive. Don't need no comment from no one no no. Nak comment dekat friendster (Dikir taught me, coolioooo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berita euphoric. Stats presentation was a breeze alhamdulillah after so many hours of meetups, whatnots and whatyes (courtesy of Wati's blog) Econs ICA1's result was fairly well, alhamdulillah again. 30 half over 40. AWHSOME ? TOTALLY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layar Andayu 2008 audition's Embarrassing with a capital E and an exclamation mark with many many very. I bowed so low my body was perpendicular to my legs. I cannot stop chanting "OMG IM SO SORRY" I was so egg-cited that I was out of breath when it came to singing I was sucha dumbdumb I wanted to go through a door that was locked I was so stupid I forgot to take back the scripts NUR EDLIN WAS AN EMBARRASSMENT TO ME, MYSELF AND I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a thursday. Immat home since 1 and now watching iCarly. Spencer makes me laugh vagina. Since I've got no balls, thus not being able to laugh balls. I bet you all giving me the -_____________________________-" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly: Turn the heat up to ninety.&lt;br /&gt;Spencer: Ninety degrees?&lt;br /&gt;Sam: No, ninety pickles. Yes ninety degrees!&lt;br /&gt;Spencer: No need to be hurtful -muka 10 cent-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iCarly is a must watch everyday. Lagi rabak than channel 5's must watch tuesday. This one must watch everyday !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaini is my boyfriend. My boyfriend is sucha sweetheart. An example of sweetheart is my boyfriend. My boyfriend is Zaini. Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm losing&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'll stop&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I will cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm hurting&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I'm hurt&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean I didn't get what I deserve&lt;br /&gt;No better and no worse &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just slept for god-knows-how-many-hours. &amp; I thought the caffeine was going to be so helpful. NUR EDLIN EFFENDI, do cover letter. do cover letter. do cover letter. OH WOW, new anthem. DO COVER LETTER DO COVER LETTER DO COVER LETTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to write a letter, In ink &lt;br /&gt;Its been getting better, I think &lt;br /&gt;I got a piece of paper, But its empty &lt;br /&gt;Its empty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes it is. My paper's literally empty, and I am writing a letter cover letter to be specific. Alphabets don't friend me. So how to write letter. BLOODY HELL This is all Caffeine's doings. I'm crapping like Ron Weasley. Why the hell Ron Weasley, don't ask. See you later, alligator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edited/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 post in a day. INSANE, I know. Just a once in a blue moon thing. Bbygrl said I'm cuter than her. First time in her life she saying someone cuter than her, mind you. I'm in a state of euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SGOnfKt_xSI/AAAAAAAAAxE/TFKbz6OcAKU/s400/CUTER.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216196947320227106" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Bbygrl, you are so sweet. I know I cute, but no need to praise me so much laa. HAHA. You don't know how great this feels and how bad it's killing her. Hey, you're cuter than me bby. No deny [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last post, promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-4868652229440620030?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/4868652229440620030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=4868652229440620030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4868652229440620030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/4868652229440620030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/06/diam-dan-pandu.html' title='DIAM DAN PANDU'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SGOnfKt_xSI/AAAAAAAAAxE/TFKbz6OcAKU/s72-c/CUTER.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28862135.post-5806923961610850365</id><published>2008-06-25T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:24:19.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ILYLAS</title><content type='html'>To Bbygrl(YOU:P);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;i&gt; I LOVE YOU. PLEASE get well soon. You don't know how much it hurts to see you lose kilos and not talk to Tipah, the talking tummy, no more. I know that we haven't been spending time together like we used to, (quote examples: WATCH SINCHAN/UPIN DAN IPIN, DRINK FRAPPE AT SHAW, LIE DOWN, TALK COCK SING SONG) But please oh please know that I love you alot alot alot, more than anyone besides my family, promise. I will make time for you and we will go have a kickass awesome time like we used to. Pleaseee, I beg, get well soon. ILYLAS [: (I-LOVE-YOU-LIKE-A-SISTER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                      LOVE, BBYGRL(ME:P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28862135-5806923961610850365?l=elurophobia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/feeds/5806923961610850365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28862135&amp;postID=5806923961610850365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5806923961610850365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28862135/posts/default/5806923961610850365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elurophobia.blogspot.com/2008/06/ilylas.html' title='ILYLAS'/><author><name>Edlin Effendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16069429098604416689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VIGM2xZJrk0/SjmuCP4wGtI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/fZKTmBQfn8M/S220/DSC_0599.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
