<?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-6926045471431789545</id><updated>2011-10-05T07:00:55.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sensual futurism</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>341</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-4769303654487388924</id><published>2011-06-20T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T15:44:30.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ploop ploop</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning with this weird feeling in my tummy. It's that time of the month again. You know what they say, aunt flow is here. Urgh cramps. I hate cramps, sigh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't do much last weekend, went out with Sarah and Kong. Attended a family friend's birthday dinner, celebrated Father's Day and that.. was it? I think. Today's Monday and I have my week all planned out. Ibu's taking me shopping for college stuffs, bag shoes etc. Might go for disco skating with a friend, gonna do a little baking, then have snowflake for one, last, time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know what you're thinking. One LAST time?! Why? WHY?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read the paper this morning. Malaysia is &lt;b&gt;banned&lt;/b&gt; from purchasing Taiwanese food products, especially bubble tea. And wait, that's not the worst part.. the main cause of this mayhem is.. the pearls. Seriously. &lt;b&gt;THE PEARLS&lt;/b&gt;. Cute, yummy chewy, PEARLS. It seems that they're cancerous. Major HAIH. It's so sad and frustrating huh? I know I'm making a big fuss over a small thing. But.. again, HAIH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's alright. I'll just have one last one tomorrow. Must! Kong and I made a deal already. OKAY? Ok.  So anyway, will be heading to Malacca this weekend. A quick trip. Can't wait for that. Mhm it's durian and rambutan season now. So you know what that means, mhm yum. Oh and I have a family gathering on Sunday. Then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;College on Monday. So not ready for it. Haih. &lt;i&gt;(yes I am aware of the amount of haihs in this post)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I guess I'm gonna go and do something productive now. And by productive I mean I'm gonna play my games on the iPad like a boss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye lovely readers :* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s Currently missing Johan like nobody's business. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-4769303654487388924?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4769303654487388924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4769303654487388924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2011/06/ploop-ploop.html' title='Ploop ploop'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-2657464043814687947</id><published>2011-06-16T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T22:19:42.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tacky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I thought that today was going to be a good one. Well, I thought wrongly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everything went all fine for the past few days. Until.. a conversation that I had last night. With a person I'm close with. It was a tad odd. Not as always. I thought it was just me. And&lt;b&gt; once again, I thought wrongly. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't know that to stay friends we gotta see each other &lt;b&gt;EVERYDAY&lt;/b&gt;. Talk on the phone &lt;b&gt;ALL OF THE TIME&lt;/b&gt;. Or better yet, choose sides. I didn't. So I am sorry if I have not been a 'good' friend. This may sound harsh, but what the hell. What said's said. And what's done, is done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everything is okay now. No really, it is. I'm not being sarcastic. But I can't lie and say I'm fine. I'm not. It is just so frustrating. And I am beyond disappointed. But hey, I live by my principals. And when it comes to friendship I go by the famous &lt;i&gt;pepatah melayu, 'masuk telinga kanan, keluar telinga kiri'. &lt;/i&gt;If you were to take everything seriously, you will never have real friends around you. What you will get in return is a bunch of fake friends trying to please you all of the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, there's a limit for everything. But trust me, with what I had to deal with, haha it's just so tacky. They might be fine all the while but not me. Because I see myself as the victim. Words were thrown and accusations were made. What did I do? I tried to ease the blunder with my own words and explanation. Didn't actually get the respond that I wanted. But that was my fault. Shouldn't have expected anything at all in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So this one, I'm going to let go. After all, &lt;b&gt;highschool's over&lt;/b&gt;. I'm done with all these dramas and what not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Goodnight everyone. xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-2657464043814687947?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/2657464043814687947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/2657464043814687947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2011/06/tacky.html' title='Tacky'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-7300797504216069320</id><published>2011-06-15T15:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T16:00:42.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In it for the long run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HBJ6TvQWXsU/TfhgDw95uXI/AAAAAAAABB4/tyzbo1y3ifk/s1600/255127_1801131863894_1107735332_31547363_5738805_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HBJ6TvQWXsU/TfhgDw95uXI/AAAAAAAABB4/tyzbo1y3ifk/s320/255127_1801131863894_1107735332_31547363_5738805_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618346152945105266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I always think negatively about everything. And when I say everything, I mean literally &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt;. But Johan? Johan thinks the opposite way and he makes me feel better all of the time. I've stopped crying myself to sleep of the pain. I now realized that we can make it through. Just two months anyway right. And just like what he said. I seriously hope and pray to Allah that everything will stay the same, like how it is now. I hope that nothing's gonna change. Feelings and everything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He tweeted to me yesterday once he reached his aunt's place and after feeling so lousy and down the whole day, to have heard from him is definitely the highlight of my week, hands down. And roughly about an hour ago, he said he's gonna get his new sim card. So he will probably have his blackberry service back by tonight. OMG, seriously, I can't be happier right now. So excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright. Sorry. I'll stop rambling about my boyfriend now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I'm currently so addicted to Fashion Story on the iPad. If you guys play it too, add me alright. my id is; &lt;b&gt;ellisayasmine&lt;/b&gt;. Yippeeee! Haha, and on Bakery Story too btw. Active on both. So do add me up. Need more neighbours. I know I sound so lifeless right now but.. I can't help it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should really get going. Gonna go down and have my late lunch now. Ibu's waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya! xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-7300797504216069320?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7300797504216069320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7300797504216069320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-it-for-long-run.html' title='In it for the long run'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HBJ6TvQWXsU/TfhgDw95uXI/AAAAAAAABB4/tyzbo1y3ifk/s72-c/255127_1801131863894_1107735332_31547363_5738805_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-2679931021749798815</id><published>2011-06-10T16:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T16:53:35.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello everyone. Wow, it's been awhile. REALLY awhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;College is starting in two weeks and I'm definitely not ready for it. For those of you who are wondering, I'm in Taylors. And I'm taking A-levels. So now that that's clear, you guys can stop wondering. Was hopping on twitter a few a days ago and someone posted to another someone, do you know where ey is going? And the other one asked who? And she answered, 'alaa.. fourian tu'. Seriously? WOW it took me hours to figure that out -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On twitter I said that I'll be deleting blogspot soon. But.. nah. Not yet. It's pretty hard to blog on tumblr. They don't have much options. Plus as I reblog photos, my current post goes down. I don't want to confuse my readers. So here I am, on blogspot. I am officially back! How's everyone? All of my favourite blogs are all dead. Stagnant. Not moving, just there. Sad, isn't it? So, wouldn't want you guys to feel that way. If I do have readers.. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Johan is leaving for Sweden on Monday. I don't know how to feel about this. I know it's only for 2 months. But we've never been apart you know? Mhm, it's gonna be tough. But hey, just 2 months, I can do this. Seeing Johan having so much faith in our relationship makes me strong. So strong. Plus with college and all, 2 months will really pass in a blink, just like Ibu said. She's the best. She makes me feel better instantly with her warm hugs and wise words. To top that of, I also have an amazing bestfriend. Who's always there for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's Friday already and I've got my weekend well planned. Can't wait to get started on it. I should get going now. Time to kill some zombies. Left 4 Dead 2 here I come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Till then, xx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-2679931021749798815?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/2679931021749798815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/2679931021749798815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2011/06/stand-back.html' title='Stand back'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-5092421840700006165</id><published>2011-01-07T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T20:03:16.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mhm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TScAp355rJI/AAAAAAAABBk/nIP9XWETGbg/s1600/69720_10150106793323126_638278125_7315044_199916_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TScAp355rJI/AAAAAAAABBk/nIP9XWETGbg/s320/69720_10150106793323126_638278125_7315044_199916_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559412984393608338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one and only took the day off so we had a movie date today. Instead of lining up for tickets and popcorn, we stayed in with a dvd, Godfather to be exact, popcorn, chips + tons of comfy cushions. It was nice to finally have some time alone with him. Why must you work, WHY. But it's alright. As long as I get to hear his voice every day, I'll be alright. For now. Heh heh. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway! What have you guys been up to? I've been rotting in front of the tv. Been watching Easy A over and over again. It's a really good movie and I suggest you should all watch it. Trust me. Other than that, I've been going for a little me-time at the spa and salon. Got my nails shaped back and facial done. Missed so many appointments. I'm such a lazy pig. How la like this Ellisa? And tomorrow, will be heading to the salon with my mum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chanel is having a crazy sale right now. And what am I doing about it? NOTHING. Life's sad when it comes to Chanel. Been awhile since last stepped into an outlet. I hope that my mum will be taking me there next week. Please, oh please. And besides that, I've been getting so many newsletters online. This is not good. I'm so scared and nervous now, since I don't know what to do. Well, everyone knows I've always wanted to do Law. But what if, just IF, I don't get to do Law? What am I going to then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*JENGJENGJENG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then, xx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-5092421840700006165?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5092421840700006165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5092421840700006165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2011/01/mhm.html' title='Mhm'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TScAp355rJI/AAAAAAAABBk/nIP9XWETGbg/s72-c/69720_10150106793323126_638278125_7315044_199916_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-8198630721326015801</id><published>2011-01-05T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T08:28:19.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TSO67Bgcn3I/AAAAAAAABBc/klfp2SA-yf8/s1600/110101-122806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TSO67Bgcn3I/AAAAAAAABBc/klfp2SA-yf8/s320/110101-122806.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558491888284901234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;RISE AND SHINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-8198630721326015801?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/8198630721326015801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/8198630721326015801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2011/01/rise-and-shine.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TSO67Bgcn3I/AAAAAAAABBc/klfp2SA-yf8/s72-c/110101-122806.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-7369537924154283346</id><published>2010-12-19T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T10:37:41.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flaws and all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When I was sleeping this morning, my little brother knocked on my door in panic, asking for a packet of tissue. Then it triggered to me, wow today is actually the first day of school. When I was still in school last year, I skipped most days and spent it in bed or out and about with my mum. Only now I realized, what an idiot I was for doing so. Why? Because I miss school. I really do. I actually miss standing under the hot sun listening to Pn. Fauziah's long talks that usually starts with 'Salam Satu Malaysia'.  Odd, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lesson to you kids who are still in school, enjoy every second of it. I know I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, Happy New Year everyone. 2010 passed in a blink. So many memories were made and I am thankful for each and one of it. I am praying hard that 2011 will be a good year for not just me, but for all of you out there. I am learning to be a better person, accepting people's flaws and all as they accept mine. I am sorry if I have ever said or done anything that may have hurt any of you out there and may you all have a glorious year ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Results are coming out in March and I am really nervous about it already. I think of it everyday. As I sat down for lunch with a few of my friends a week ago, they were talking about universities, courses and what not. It hit me hard realizing that THIS is it. School is over Ellisa. Things will not be the same anymore. It's quite hard for me to learn how to stand on my own two feet. To be honest, I have everything done for me. While everyone is busy working to gain experience and a little side income, my dad gives me money saying that I don't have to worry about working or anything else. See what I mean? It's going to take me some time to actually learn how to be independent. Not to say that I'm not, but I still need people around to hold me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I should really get going. The only reason that I am up this early is because Johan wanted a wake up call. He's starting work today. While others are worried about their boyfriends going away for NS, I'm worried about mine going to work. Since I'm not working and he is, I was afraid that he won't have time for me. But, he said clear cut that he will always have time for me and guess what? I will be seeing him tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have a nice day everyone :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Ellisa Yasmine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-7369537924154283346?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7369537924154283346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7369537924154283346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/12/flaws-and-all.html' title='Flaws and all'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-775317698079450391</id><published>2010-08-29T12:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T15:12:06.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No it's not like the movies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/THnvKrknfzI/AAAAAAAABA8/CwdZhupQIYg/s1600/40956_1400936979272_1107735332_30940689_1905220_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/THnvKrknfzI/AAAAAAAABA8/CwdZhupQIYg/s320/40956_1400936979272_1107735332_30940689_1905220_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510698585838550834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Solat Hajat last Thursday in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Sorry for the quality, taken with a gemini's camera, so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's 5 minutes to 1 p.m right now. And I'm in the kitchen, with my mum's laptop. Akhmal woke me up two hours ago, asking me to put Salt on. I was so mad. Seriously. I slept late, had to wake up for sahur, and now HIM? But I put it on anyway. How can i ever scold my little brother. Us siblings, we don't fight. I mean we do. But we don't scream, or stuffs like that to each other. When we get so mad at each other, we'll just lock ourselves in our rooms. To save us from screaming you know? My parents, they brought us up well. I don't get how some people can screw each other up and down, and not talk to each other for days. Wow. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family is the only thing that stays with your forever, quote my dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I went for buka with my classmates last night + Roberto, and Tim. Oh and Imran, Eizat's brother as well. We had Italiannies. Urgh, I know. But what to do. When you're hungry, you'll eat anything. Haha. Okay, not anything, but you know what I mean. We went for some froyo at our SH(jengjengjeng) later on and next stop was Nicole's apartment. When we were on the way there, my mum called me saying that my granddad's condition is bad so they needed me at home for the family meeting. Not that I'm involved, but it won't look good if I'm missing. So it was a tad sad that I couldn't join the rest, and I missed out on a lot of fun, said Fiqa. Oh well, the fun can wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll be going to Johor this Monday. So no school for a week once again *jumps in excitement. So I will be throwing my netbook into my bag, and a few revision books. Probably add maths. I need to work more on it. My broadband is being an ass lately. It's annoying that my dad's blackberry is a broadband modem too and he rubs it in my face, saying that my celcom broadband sucks. If only he remembers who's paying for it monthly. Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was browsing through some blogs just now. I don't get how some people can be so spiteful of others. Complaining about what others have and how they're too young for it, or how it's not a big deal. Earth to those dumb blondes out there, if you don't care and you still claim that it's not a big deal anyway, why complain then? It's their parents' money. Not like it's costing a hole in your parents' pockets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just admit it already. You spiteful people are just.. well, jealous. Okay? OK :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now. What to do.. Mhm. Maybe I should go through my closet and pick something out for tonight. Will be going out with the family and a few family friends for buka. Yay, I've missed them! So I shall go and do that. Adios! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Ellisa Yasmine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-775317698079450391?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/775317698079450391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/775317698079450391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-its-not-like-movies.html' title='No it&apos;s not like the movies.'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/THnvKrknfzI/AAAAAAAABA8/CwdZhupQIYg/s72-c/40956_1400936979272_1107735332_30940689_1905220_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-6617527349539143293</id><published>2010-08-16T06:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T21:35:20.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of golden shoes and diamonds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TGk8ZpB5l6I/AAAAAAAABAs/omBa1L7R8PI/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TGk8ZpB5l6I/AAAAAAAABAs/omBa1L7R8PI/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505998430645360546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The journal I used for Leo during my year with the president chain and gavel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So yesterday I officially let go of my president post. As glad as I am for not having to worry about chairing meetings and so, I am a tad sad that this is it. No, really. THIS is it. This is my last year. I've done it. I've done my year. Though there are the downs and moments where I just feel like screaming at a few people, I am still very much proud of myself. I've been in the club since form 1. Received the post, IU Director in form 3. And lastly, in form 4, July, I received the president chain and the gavel. I went up that stage with the presidents from other clubs with our right hands up, giving our words on leading the club. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that I've let a few people down during my year, but I also know that I've made a few people proud during that period as well. The IU Day last year didn't go perfectly but after observing around, our BOD have a strong bond between us where we can agree on things and express our feelings face-to-face. Going behind each other with long faces on and then putting smiles in front of each other later on, is not the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had Daryl and Eizat with me yesterday. They were kind enough to accompany me. Though we were late, and I didn't get to go on stage to pass the chain and gavel to Vivian, I made it there and I passed the things to her already. And I got the chance to see Wei Jean, Darius, and Brenda. Oh I've missed them terribly. We had a good year together. A great on actually *wipes tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets stop there. I can seriously go on and on about the good times we had with each other. And talking about it makes me nostalgic and sad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After seeing the inductees from my school, we left for empire. Ordered my red velvet cake and then walked around with the two boys. We went to toys r us and it reminded me of my childhood. I remember having all of the new arrivals of barbie dolls. The limited edition ones and also the doll house that my dad had custom made for me. Haih, I seriously miss those times when I don't have to worry about anything at all but what shoes to pair with what dress for the barbie dolls. I miss having strollers for the baby dolls too. I love baby dolls. I think they're so cute and it brings out the motherly side of you. Okay.. that's a little too much. But you know what I mean. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other words, I miss being a little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I still am in my dad's eyes. Mum too. And brother? Don't get me started. But since I get things my way most of the time, that's a pretty good deal I guess! So anyway, I've been thinking about deleting my formspring. I mean, I don't ask questions on formspring(besides spamming Fiqa or Sara's one) But I haven't done that in awhile. Maybe I will later HEHE. So yeah, I don't ask questions, and I don't really receive that much. Maybe just 2-3 per day. That's a bore, don't you think so? But I do like answering them. Some that is. People on formspring can be really idiotic with their jealous statements. There, I've said it. Come on, why would you trash someone on their formspring using materials against them? Well I don't know. Out of jealousy maybe? Pfft, obviously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haters. They're so amusing. Especially the ones with blogs, twitters, etc that they update after you do, with indirect messages. Idiotic and immature. But, very amusing for my friends and I to laugh over breakfast in school. And you know what I think? They're not just your haters, they're also your secret followers. Every single step that you take, they're just a step behind, looking over your shoulders. Ironic, isn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm gonna go and hit the books now. Maths for the night. Nighty night! :* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Ellisa Yasmine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-6617527349539143293?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/6617527349539143293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/6617527349539143293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/08/of-golden-shoes-and-diamonds.html' title='Of golden shoes and diamonds.'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TGk8ZpB5l6I/AAAAAAAABAs/omBa1L7R8PI/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-8805663692461172462</id><published>2010-08-08T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T00:25:15.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two, is just enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TF7XOFmHdGI/AAAAAAAABAk/ZDz6KHhpDWo/s1600/125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TF7XOFmHdGI/AAAAAAAABAk/ZDz6KHhpDWo/s320/125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503072431713514594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just love this one :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Reached home a few hours ago from KLCC with a huge smile on my face and tons of shopping bags in my hands. Ayah took me and my older brother to the PC fair today. It was.. crowded. Yes everything was cheap. But it was just a tad too crowded for me. Got everything we wanted and needed. Topshop in KLCC was packed like *&amp;amp;!@#^. It didn't bother me at all though. Minus the part where I didn't get a single on-sale stuff. Everything that's on sale was blah, blah, and blah. Brought home a few tops, a chained dress, and more.. *claps&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little brother decided to stay home with the ps3 and my mum had assignments to be done. It was weird not having my mum around when I go shopping. Know why? My dad, he stands by the cashier, with his wallet. While my mum, she follows me around! I like having her following me around. I like choosing clothes with her. And today, I walked around, by myself(emotional). Not that I didn't enjoy shopping earlier but my mum is such a great companion. My dad is more of a.. 'just put it on the counter' person. But oh well.. I am going out with my mum tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, it's good to have my blackberry service activated. Last week, I didn't even care. Until I saw Kong and Daryl bbm-ing each other. I didn't know that it's really convenient. Haha, seriously. But other than that, everything about the phone sucks :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm, I am thinking about chopping my locks off. I've always had long hair. And I will always do. Now, all I need to figure out is, how la to cut my hair? Or should I just wait for it to grow a little longer and worry about that then? Eeeyer so confusing. Or maybe, I should let it be like this. It's fine the way it is anyway. Kan? Yes? No? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, maybe I should hit the bed now. I'm starting to think too much. Not, good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet dreams birdies *kiss kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Ellisa Yasmine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-8805663692461172462?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/8805663692461172462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/8805663692461172462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/08/two-is-just-enough.html' title='Two, is just enough.'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TF7XOFmHdGI/AAAAAAAABAk/ZDz6KHhpDWo/s72-c/125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-4369154945130893048</id><published>2010-08-06T18:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T22:19:29.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink, white and silver fairies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TFwYIpnoQGI/AAAAAAAABAU/-Sl5KSOfdgg/s1600/R0012043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TFwYIpnoQGI/AAAAAAAABAU/-Sl5KSOfdgg/s320/R0012043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502299381629993058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is just &lt;b&gt;priceless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TFwYIF2hC0I/AAAAAAAABAM/hA6uG23ngug/s1600/R0012045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TFwYIF2hC0I/AAAAAAAABAM/hA6uG23ngug/s320/R0012045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502299372028758850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ehehe *giggles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TFwYH9bAuuI/AAAAAAAABAE/Axt2m4PZhW0/s1600/R0012020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TFwYH9bAuuI/AAAAAAAABAE/Axt2m4PZhW0/s320/R0012020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502299369765911266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sha and Fiqa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TFwYHSbL3GI/AAAAAAAAA_8/eOqIOWGcj58/s1600/R0012069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TFwYHSbL3GI/AAAAAAAAA_8/eOqIOWGcj58/s320/R0012069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502299358223916130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tadaa!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today, I am again, a happy girl. As usual. Got my red velvet cake for three days! Mhmm *slurps. School was alright just now. Didn't study much though since our add maths teacher wasn't around. Woah, three freaking free periods. Nice, huh? *nods head. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I don't really have much to update you people on, but there is one thing. On tuesday, it was Daryl's birthday. So we decided to throw a surprise party for him on wednesday! Nicole the great planned everything. It all started from one morning, two weeks ago..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While the teacher in front was babbling about the induction of librarians, Nicole turned to Fiqa and I with her cute notebook. Inside, there was a page with 'Daryl's surprise party guest list'(something like that) on top. And that was how it all started. Since I am just too busy + lazy to tell the itsy bitsy details, I'll just spill the oh-my-god moments that happened! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were an hour behind schedule since Eizat picked me and Fiqa up late from my place. And plus, a car double parked behind his car when we were getting the balloons and so it was delayed. Again. Afar had this *i am so anger right now* look. I swear it was terrifying. Especially when he told the idiot who parked behind our ride to move faster. But, luck was with us and everything went well after. Daryl was so touched with the whole thing and he had teary eyes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what was the theme?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You guessed it! Pink princess! We even had it written on his cake, got pink princess balloons and a pink princess sash for him *giggles . Are we the sweetest or what? Thanks to everyone who helped with the surprise since it wasn't easy at all. Daryl is the type who's just so.. curious about everything around him(in other words, he is kepo). And lastly, thanks to Nicole, the mastermind behind the whole thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See Daryl? You're our Princess D! Happy 17th Birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Ellisa Yasmine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-4369154945130893048?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4369154945130893048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4369154945130893048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/08/pink-white-and-silver-fairies.html' title='Pink, white and silver fairies.'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TFwYIpnoQGI/AAAAAAAABAU/-Sl5KSOfdgg/s72-c/R0012043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-5389304887409689954</id><published>2010-08-02T15:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T16:50:08.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong kid, missy.</title><content type='html'>Something happened today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During assembly, I was sitting with two of my friends. We were talking about something important(to us that is). And out of nowhere, I saw a teacher, pointing out at me. Asking me to stand up with her finger up, pointing still. I refused to stand up. I asked why? Since I wasn't the only one talking. Other people were talking as well. And I asked again, why? She didn't answer it and once again asked me to stand up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stood up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I did it out of respect. I wouldn't want to be rude to a teacher, correct? And when she walked away, I sat down. I wasn't going to let her embarrass me in front of the whole school. She, of course came to me all the way from the other end and asked me stand up. No scratch that. She told me to do so. She didn't ask. I said again why should I? It is embarrassing. Guess what she answered? She said, you were talking. And I wondered, that's it? That's the reason? Pretty 'smart', isn't it? I told her, it is embarrassing,  and I am a 17 year old. I even said that there are other ways for her to punish me. Guess what she said again? This is the way to punish you. Yet again I have to say, pretty 'smart' of her to say so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ignored her asking me to stand up for about 30 seconds or so. But when I heard that certain tone of hers which is frequently heard around the school, I stood up. To make this story short, my mum then came to school, wanting to talk to her. And there she was at the &lt;i&gt;tapak perhimpunan&lt;/i&gt;, behind there talking to the other teachers. Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let me get this straight, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was scolded and was bewildered in front of the whole school because I was talking when the ceremony was going on. And when the ceremony was still going on, she herself was talking behind? Funny, isn't it. Talk about teachers setting examples? Or perhaps just this particular teacher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rattling students is not the way to punish them. Especially when they're not 5 anymore. Our parents don't even do that to us, so who do they think they are? This particular teacher loves screaming across the halls, corridors, and such. The teachers wonder, why are students rude, big headed, etc. Here's one simple answer;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever heard of you first have to respect, to be respected? She asked me, I answered nicely. And got a bloody ridiculous answer in return. Want me to stand up? Fine, I'll do that. With the whole school standing up as well. Cause it's crystal clear that everyone was talking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know about the other kids, but I don't sit on my ass and weep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the thing that I am most upset with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot what I was talking about with my friends earlier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-5389304887409689954?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5389304887409689954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5389304887409689954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/08/wrong-kid-missy.html' title='Wrong kid, missy.'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-3659537605646000473</id><published>2010-07-29T09:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T19:00:12.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still going to shine with the sun gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TFDfPDrqU-I/AAAAAAAAA_0/DAE4a72CWuE/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TFDfPDrqU-I/AAAAAAAAA_0/DAE4a72CWuE/s320/060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499140594798842850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mhmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm downstairs, in front of the flat screen, with a netbook on my lap, in my tweetybird nightgown. It feels so good right now. Especially when I am at home, relaxed while my friends are in school in add maths class(muahaha). Thought of going to school this morning, but I was just too lazy to get out of bed. Stayed up late last night with chemistry. And even right now, I should really be studying. Maybe in an hour or two. Need to shake the lazyness out of me first with a marathon of Simpsons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last night in add maths tuition, Priyanka 'happily' reminded us that we're all left with 3 months till SPM. Thanks Priyanka. Really, thanks. Bummer.. But I guess that's good in a way. It keeps me on the ground you know? Though I am not so happy with it, but there's nothing that I can do about it. It's going to come eventually. I just have to get myself armed. And honestly, I'm not even halfway there. I am pretty worried about chemistry. And accounts as well. Haih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My dad on the other hand, was talking about courses. And universities, two nights ago. My older brother is currently in Sunway, and he will obviously throw me there too. But it's okay. I'll talk him out of it. It works all the time when it comes to me :) I have a few things in my mind regarding the courses and universities. But whatever it is, I'm just going to study first and score. Because at the end of the day, that's all that matters the most. &lt;b&gt;If you have the A's, you have everything in your hands. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So anyway, my mum is taking me for a manicure in a bit. I should really be getting ready but I am here, instead. Omg, why am I so lazy today! Get up Ellisa, get up! And apart from that, I am feeling like hummingbird cake right now. Mhmm, with lemon macaroons. And iced chocolate! That's it, I'm dragging my mum to Empire after our appointment. I want them badly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nom nom nom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Will try to update soon. Kisses! :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Ellisa Yasmine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-3659537605646000473?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/3659537605646000473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/3659537605646000473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-still-going-to-shine-with-sun-gone.html' title='I&apos;m still going to shine with the sun gone.'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TFDfPDrqU-I/AAAAAAAAA_0/DAE4a72CWuE/s72-c/060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-801681635538491085</id><published>2010-07-25T09:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T10:50:30.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prefect two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TEuU4k0RCKI/AAAAAAAAA_s/JMSAiJvWRe8/s1600/34904_1368533889215_1107735332_30860757_7631857_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TEuU4k0RCKI/AAAAAAAAA_s/JMSAiJvWRe8/s320/34904_1368533889215_1107735332_30860757_7631857_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497651469812304034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ya ya, I am cute *giggles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 9.30 in the morning right now. Woke up late again, as usual. Well, I did sleep late last night, so I guess it's alright and I should stop worrying that I missed 2 hours of studying. Okay, no. I am so worried right now. 2 hours. Haih. Oh well, too late to worry now huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, last night was an awesome one. Managed to grab the last piece of red velvet and hummingbird. Am I a lucky girl, or what? Got myself a new book to be my friend in bed at night too. I've noticed something this year. I can't seem to find a time to read my books anymore. That sucks. The only time I have is before bed, and I usually fall asleep quite the-early. I have tuition everyday. The only time that I am free is during the weekends. And people wonder why do I go out much. I don't. Well, even if I do. It's with my family. So that isn't wasting time. Wasting time is when you loiter around with your friends during study group meetings when you should be studying(not like I do that, ya know) Haha pfft!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So moving on, there's so many things to do today. Like unwrapping the things that I bought last night. Hihi, so happy okay. And it's the Sale season, AGAIN. What is the world trying to do to me?! But then again, I don't think I have to worry. Though my mum will be going out a lot next week. Leaving me at home.. with the books.. especially.. Chemistry *jeng jeng jeng. Last week, she bought this 'beautiful' Miu Miu purse for her friend's daughter's sweet sixteen. And honestly, I died for 5 days(it was in my house for that long). What's with the swallows. I mean one or two is fine. But it's like scattered everywhere on the purse. Some people may call that beauty, but sorry madams, not me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am feeling rather jovial and jaunty right now. Maybe it's because that I'm going to Taman tun for lunch, and Tutti frutti after. Yeay! And, school tomorrow! I can't wait to see my girls. Feels like ages since last I saw them. I wonder why..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, have a splendid day birdies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Ellisa Yasmine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s Johan is in PD. Miss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-801681635538491085?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/801681635538491085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/801681635538491085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/07/ya-ya-i-am-cute-giggles-its-9.html' title='Prefect two'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TEuU4k0RCKI/AAAAAAAAA_s/JMSAiJvWRe8/s72-c/34904_1368533889215_1107735332_30860757_7631857_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-2952558831166445385</id><published>2010-07-19T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T17:22:03.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeny weeny bit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TEQOP5rLJTI/AAAAAAAAA_k/CZUXalaiTQo/s1600/16072010037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TEQOP5rLJTI/AAAAAAAAA_k/CZUXalaiTQo/s320/16072010037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495533111641580850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Someday, on a Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have you ever been to a Kem Ibadah? I have. A few times actually. And I just got back from one yesterday.  I am disappointed. But above all, I am bloody pissed off. Throwing shoes out of the dewan and screaming at 17 year olds? There's more actually but talking about it makes me more upset. I didn't sign up to be screamed at and to see shoes flying out of the dewan. I didn't sign up to have my emotions being played.  The worst part about it, the ustazah and a few muslim teachers were all there. Behind, watching. That's all? As I stood there, listening to the facilitator screaming at us, I was wondering, why are they doing this? Who the hell do they think they are? My dad doesn't even even scream at me,  and you're doing that, right in my face? For self-satisfaction perhaps. Cause' frankly, it was bloody obvious that he was enjoying himself. I put on a long face throughout the night. Who gives a fuck about the program anymore. No one did anyway. Everyone was upset. No surprise there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I'll stop talking about it now. It makes me upset like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Moving on, I am down with a fever right now. And a slight cough. I hate this. It makes me feel so weak and there's so many things to do today. I woke up this morning, feeling so helpless and read a text from Razak. Then it came to me, that I promised him a breakfast yesterday. So I forced myself up. Took a short hot bath and rushed to taipan. Managed to put on a cropped top, black skinny pants and a pair of loafers only. Pretty 'blah' but I was really sick. Really, really sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Met him at old town and didn't eat. Drank tea only and listened to him babbling about college. I am so tired of him babbling. I hope he reads this. Maybe then, he'd stop doing so :) Anyhoo, after 10 months, my phone has been showing tantrum lately. Might be changing it soon. Any suggestions? And don't say blackberry please, I don't get along with them, at all. So.. I should really get going now. Johan just called. He said Pn. Ananthi just cancelled tuition today. Sounds like I gotta study extra time today to cover up for the tuition hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mhmm, I like the smell of new clothes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Ellisa Yasmine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-2952558831166445385?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/2952558831166445385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/2952558831166445385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/07/teeny-weeny-bit.html' title='Teeny weeny bit.'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TEQOP5rLJTI/AAAAAAAAA_k/CZUXalaiTQo/s72-c/16072010037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-5528793683565608831</id><published>2010-07-11T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T10:12:31.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, but I don't tolerate poppycocks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TDkgJhe6_DI/AAAAAAAAA_c/48FRt4S4qdc/s1600/36968_1352448127081_1107735332_30824664_4359543_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TDkgJhe6_DI/AAAAAAAAA_c/48FRt4S4qdc/s320/36968_1352448127081_1107735332_30824664_4359543_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492456568534006834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Macarons! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 10 in the morning now. I feel so guilty for waking up late. To me, 8 in the morning is the perfect time to get on your feet and start a new day. Now that I'm two hours in front, I can't do my sunday jog as it's so hot outside and I prefer to jog early in the morning. Not just that, I didn't get to eat breakfast as well. I don't believe in eating breakfast after 10. Since I have my lunch at 12. So a 2 hours of gap between meals? Not good. I could smell the whole day already. It isn't going to be a good one. Well, what the hell anyway. I had a tad of a rough week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I simply don't get some people. Those who jump into conclusions unreasonably. Seriously. Why? Don't they bother asking what's up with the whole shit that they've heard? No. Instead, they make their own little conclusion themselves. I think that they should know better knowing where they stand right now. &lt;b&gt;A little maturity takes you a long way&lt;/b&gt;, if you must know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scratch the part where I said I don't get some people. I get where are they going, I really do. But where's their rationality? And again, I have to tell myself that not everyone thinks like me. This is just life I suppose. You just gotta face those for 'grins' moment and suck it all up. But then again, that's not me. I prefer talking it out. So perhaps, that's the best thing to do at the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, have you guys watched eclipse? If you have, DAMN YOU ALL! Haha honestly, I am not really a big fan of twilight. It's just that I used to read the books, and I've seen the last two. So, in my opinion, I just have to see the third one! Right? Yes? No? That doesn't make me a fan, right? I mean, that a reasonable excuse, right? Oh well, whatever. I just know that I have to see the eclipse! And guess what? My mum is taking me for that, this monday. Yes, I'm skipping school for a movie. Boo-hoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So.. I'm out of bunks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enjoy your Sunday everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Ellisa Yasmine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-5528793683565608831?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5528793683565608831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5528793683565608831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry-but-i-dont-tolerate-poppycocks.html' title='Sorry, but I don&apos;t tolerate poppycocks.'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TDkgJhe6_DI/AAAAAAAAA_c/48FRt4S4qdc/s72-c/36968_1352448127081_1107735332_30824664_4359543_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-5351982097240546760</id><published>2010-07-05T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T03:01:06.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickled pink and vivacious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TDDRTpxR4kI/AAAAAAAAA_U/YFP2lXlO1L0/s1600/29269_1305306308565_1107735332_30724898_8259470_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TDDRTpxR4kI/AAAAAAAAA_U/YFP2lXlO1L0/s320/29269_1305306308565_1107735332_30724898_8259470_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490118081324900930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My one and only, little tubby brother :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, where do I start? It's been a week! Let's kick things off with last Thursday, which was my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was nice waking up to the kisses from my parents *wipes cheeks. Haha kidding, but yeah, *wipes again. And there they were, birthday cards from them, my brothers and my present. Later on that night, they took me out for some seafood. God knows how long I've been craving for clams and crabs. Mhmm. Anyway, to sum it all up, my birthday this year, was just like the years before. &lt;b&gt;Guh-reat&lt;/b&gt;. I know I've said this so many times, but again, thank you so much for everything. You know I love you all :) Parents, brothers, presents + seafood are just perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And Saturday, my school's carnival day aka Fourian's Fare was good minus the hot sun! Arrived around 8+ in the morning to help out with things and then browsed around for food. The food over at 5R was beyond good. Seriously. To be honest, I didn't expect much. But it turned out to be pretty good. Good job 5R! (Y) My class on the other hand did pretty good as well. We were selling drinks and drinks only + lollipops. Haha. The theme was Fifa World Cup and being a girl who doesn't really follow all the football craze, I had a hard time looking for a jersey. And in the end, I ended up buying a Brasil shirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fyi, Brasil lost. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So.. you people pretty much know what happened right? Everyone was like 'go home!', 'Boo!' etc. Pfft like I care! (well maybe I do, a tiny weeny bit) But again! PFFT! Hahaha. But what matters the most is that everything went well. Not smoothly, but well. And I am happy with the way things turned out to be. The Konsert Amal was actually not so bad after all. The last act of the day and The Addiction Crew did amazingly great. I was really impressed when The Addiction Crew performed and I am sure others were too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And today, I stayed home for the whole day. Normally on Sundays, I'd go out with my family for lunch at Taman Tun, then Tutti Frutti later on. But not today. I was feeling so lethargic earlier so I decided to stay home. Took my meds a few hours ago and I feel a lot better already. I bet I'm going to feel all weak and woozy back a few hours later. The good news is, I won't be going to school tomorrow cause' my mum is taking me out for a piece of red velvet cake and quiche! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's already 3 a.m in the morning now. I should really hit the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Goodnight everyone. Sweet dreams :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Ellisa Yasmine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-5351982097240546760?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5351982097240546760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5351982097240546760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/07/tickled-pink-and-vivacious.html' title='Tickled pink and vivacious!'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TDDRTpxR4kI/AAAAAAAAA_U/YFP2lXlO1L0/s72-c/29269_1305306308565_1107735332_30724898_8259470_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-4694015642142553672</id><published>2010-06-28T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T17:23:34.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's the best, of the best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TCho88HHNJI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Ipx1tkmAed4/s1600/35726_10150231105900249_712415248_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TCho88HHNJI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Ipx1tkmAed4/s320/35726_10150231105900249_712415248_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487751542088348818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fiqa and I at a lunch with the classmates during the last school holiday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know I've been away for a tad too long. Lost my blogging mojo for a moment there. All I did with my blogs was re-blogging. Yes, I've been re-blogging pictures on my tumblr, and that's it. Pretty pictures are just wonderful you know? It makes my day :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, how's everyone doing ey? I've been sick for the passed week. It's terrible I tell you. Was feeling lethargic and woozy. I played online games a lot when I was sick. That is, in bed. Wow, so much for a life, huh? But it's okay, it's alright! Ellisa is all good now! Phew *wipes sweat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi Ayah is back from Europe! Onmy, thank god I tell you. I've been missing him so much. Things are different when he's not around. I usually wake up to his morning mockery of my little brother. Trust me, it's so loud. Haha. Yay to back for waking up in shock!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess what again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad brought home tons of goodies. But nothing big really. Just the usual stuffs. He said it's Sale over there right now. So.. he bought tons of Louis Vuitton. My dad is a man who appreciates good handwork details and quality. He said up to today, he still can't believe the prices that he got. No joke you know, I was shocked too. He got me a few totes, and my mum on the hand gets all the special limited edition designs. Well, I am envious. But it's okay. I'm just glad to have my dad home :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and did I say that he brought home tons of Godiva chocolates too? Yes, he did. And they're just for me he said (hihi). The ones over here taste so different from the ones that my dad brought home. A lot better actually. So, that concludes to only one thing. The Godiva in Malaysia.. is a fraud :p Hahaha, kidding! Anyone wants some? I've got plenty and I don't plan to eat them all alone. I love chocolates. But I don't love them that much to eat them all by myself. From wrapped to the fresh ones, I am a tad sick of them. Just a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank god he didn't get those buenos or something. Honestly, I don't get why people buy m&amp;amp;m's, buenos, or kitkats and stuffs abroad when the ones over here are just the same as the ones there. Is it cheaper? No, it's not. Oh well, different people, different thinking. None of my business anyway. It just crossed my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm, I should really be studying right now. Tuition in an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later everyone! Have a splendid day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Ellisa Yasmine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-4694015642142553672?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4694015642142553672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4694015642142553672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/06/hes-best-of-best.html' title='He&apos;s the best, of the best.'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TCho88HHNJI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Ipx1tkmAed4/s72-c/35726_10150231105900249_712415248_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-3858947194542010440</id><published>2010-06-13T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T16:15:27.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This year, is an early one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TBSSzz54gWI/AAAAAAAAA-8/oS_LbowUte4/s1600/5448_1103619226514_1107735332_30289222_6970057_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TBSSzz54gWI/AAAAAAAAA-8/oS_LbowUte4/s320/5448_1103619226514_1107735332_30289222_6970057_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482168065220706658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My one, and only Ayah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Attended a wedding a few hours ago. In Semenyih. Can you believe it, Semenyih. It's an hour drive and we stayed there for, well, 30 minutes only? My dad, couldn't tolerate the weather just now. Well, it was very hot. And there were, what, 3 fans? ONLY. Some people should really use their common sense. I mean, 6 'kemahs', and 3 fans? Smart, ey?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Okay. I should stop now. *inhales and exhales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;When my mum took me and my brothers shopping on Friday, she bought Ayah's father's day gift too! My mum and I picked (as always) and she paid (obviously). All the years before, we normally buy perfumes, shoes, cuff lings, and wallets. So this year, we decided to get him shirts and ties. Bought him a few office wear from guy laroche, shirts from armani and a few more. And since good taste runs in the family (cheh), I am sure he'll love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Now, here comes the sad part. Ayah is going to Europe for two weeks on the 18th of this month due to work purposes, and Father's Day is on the..20th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;HAIH WHY! WHY! PORQUE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;We celebrate Father's Day with a dinner out at a nice place, every year. All five of us. And this year? We'll be home, skyping maybe? But, a nice dinner out is a must. That's when we give the presents. So, tonight, we'll be going out for a nice dinner. Not sure where yet, but somewhere. An early celebration can't beat having the presence of our father on Father's Day itself. But, what to do? We just have to deal with it and make the best out of what we have now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Tonight. Dinner. Early celebration. Father's Day 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Till then, take care birdies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ellisa Yasmine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-3858947194542010440?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/3858947194542010440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/3858947194542010440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-year-is-early-one.html' title='This year, is an early one.'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TBSSzz54gWI/AAAAAAAAA-8/oS_LbowUte4/s72-c/5448_1103619226514_1107735332_30289222_6970057_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-6633454191347035105</id><published>2010-06-12T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T19:03:05.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TBNpTtKvIHI/AAAAAAAAA-s/9dGu-Y9XqIc/s1600/547.jpg"&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/_WhHwembl5OQ/TBNpTtKvIHI/AAAAAAAAA-s/9dGu-Y9XqIc/s400/547.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481840958703083634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mhmm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-6633454191347035105?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/6633454191347035105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/6633454191347035105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/06/mhmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TBNpTtKvIHI/AAAAAAAAA-s/9dGu-Y9XqIc/s72-c/547.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-2637826208969587264</id><published>2010-06-11T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T18:03:10.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moshi moshi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TBIEerCL6tI/AAAAAAAAA-k/_JRCqevIzRo/s1600/181612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TBIEerCL6tI/AAAAAAAAA-k/_JRCqevIzRo/s320/181612.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481448621457795794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahahaha meet the different side of me. Nice right? Thanks! :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Good evening everyone! Today is good day, no? I like today! Maybe it's because that I managed to score myself a few pair of shoes and clothes. My brothers did too. And Ibu? She bought so many things that I got tired of holding her shopping bags. Thank god for brothers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyhoo, I didn't know that Hello Kitty is available in parkson. Oh my, heaven I tell you. I still remember years ago, back when I was 5 or 6. Ibu will always take me to Sogo, KL. Land of Hello Kitty. I had everything that has Hello Kitty's face on it. From bags to toasters. No joke. I wonder.. what happened to all of those stuffs? I miss :( And besides that, back then, Hello Kitty wasn't so expensive. Now? What a killer. Well, it is imported. But still! (anger sikit) Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did get a few Hello Kitty things just now though :p *giggles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right now, I am missing all of my friends terribly. Can't wait to see them. Maybe next week. Triple date with Fiqa and Sara perhaps. Oh god, I simple can't wait to jump on them, just like what I did to my cousins yesterday when they came over for lunch. Those ding bangs are so high, 24/7. It gets a little embarrassing when they sometimes can't stop laughing like a bunch of lunatics or running around like they're 5 year olds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I am going to walk around the house in my new shoes now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ellisa Yasmine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-2637826208969587264?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/2637826208969587264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/2637826208969587264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/06/moshi-moshi.html' title='Moshi moshi!'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TBIEerCL6tI/AAAAAAAAA-k/_JRCqevIzRo/s72-c/181612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-239683046785432996</id><published>2010-06-09T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T22:33:55.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*on my knees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what happened to my previous post's font. Ish. Sorry people! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-239683046785432996?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/239683046785432996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/239683046785432996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-my-knees.html' title='*on my knees'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-4606312509206831720</id><published>2010-06-09T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T22:30:03.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaaack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TA80g7O0L7I/AAAAAAAAA-c/FJDfqX8ErPw/s1600/180646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TA80g7O0L7I/AAAAAAAAA-c/FJDfqX8ErPw/s320/180646.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480657011793473458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My blogging mojo, is finally back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I woke up this morning, and checked my phone as usual. Missed 34 calls from Razak. And when I called him up to ask why and what's wrong. Guess what he said? N-O-T-H-I-N-G. Gee, thanks? There goes 50 cents for calling him. Sorry, for being a bit cheap there. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;I am currently at home with nothing better to do but this. And don't say try studying. I did that for 6 hours yesterday. My head is going to blow up any second now. Brace yourselves people! I can be your very own personal form 4 Sejarah textbook. Seriously. But! I finally have a strong grip on Sejarah. Now that's good and very satisfying I must say *inhales and exhales.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;Tomorrow my grandparents, aunts and cousins are coming over for lunch. I can't wait to jump on my cousins. It's been so long since we last hung out. The last time we had a day out all together was in Sunway, for movies and ribs, previous school holiday. Had to drag the little one who's only 8 along, so we watched Alice in Wonderland, twice -.- Ask me anything about the movie. I know everything! Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;Anyway, I think I'm going to hit a few notes on the piano now. I have new pieces to practice on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;Adios, amigos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ellisa Yasmine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-4606312509206831720?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4606312509206831720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4606312509206831720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-baaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaack!'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TA80g7O0L7I/AAAAAAAAA-c/FJDfqX8ErPw/s72-c/180646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-7054354590485148776</id><published>2010-06-07T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T12:52:42.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick and tock, on the clock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TAx52KKqmYI/AAAAAAAAA-U/uNZJLqDAFqs/s1600/13052010431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TAx52KKqmYI/AAAAAAAAA-U/uNZJLqDAFqs/s320/13052010431.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479888817952037250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A little bit of my childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello birdies! Miss me? Yes! I know :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyhoo, how's everyone? Good I hope. As for me, I'm doing great. Since well, it is the holidays, again! Yeay *jumps in excitement. The papers were okay. Except for a few which I didn't take(woke up late okay!). I seriously got to do something with this problem of mine with waking up to the alarm. It doesn't work on me. I don't know why. I need my parents or brothers to wake me up. That's the only way. Seriously. No joke. Bummer, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SPM on the other hand is just around the corner and I am beyond afraid. I am terrified. Well, in other words, terror-stricken? But I shall not just sit around and fret over this fear! I shall and will work my butt off. Just 5 months more to go and I am slowly preparing myself. Kinda need a little more help on accounts though. None of mi parents took accounts and my teacher is a little too fast for me to cope with. Thanks to my super mum whom helped me a lot on physics and add maths. Not to brag, but my parents are something which I personally like to call, walking dictionaries. Or text books in that matter. Ask them anything under sky. They'll answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, enough on that. My weekend was good. Stayed home to study on Saturday and went to Nicole's Bbq party last night. Seeing my girls after a week was fantastic. With the crazy boys around too, heck it was an awesome one last night. Oh! It's the season of sale now *giggles. My mum is taking me and my brothers for some shopping this week. That, I can't wait. Pretty excited I must say. I am thinking of shoes, shoes. And well, shoes? As usual. Hihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gotta go hit the books now! *waves goodbye like a pink magical princess (haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ellisa Yasmine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-7054354590485148776?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7054354590485148776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7054354590485148776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/06/tick-and-tock-on-clock.html' title='Tick and tock, on the clock.'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/TAx52KKqmYI/AAAAAAAAA-U/uNZJLqDAFqs/s72-c/13052010431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-7759163504484191459</id><published>2010-05-16T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T16:51:20.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S--wsBcSQPI/AAAAAAAAA-M/YQj1yZ0M150/s1600/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S--wsBcSQPI/AAAAAAAAA-M/YQj1yZ0M150/s320/053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471786342626246898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ayah and Ibu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet my Ayah and Ibu. They're my everything. In my eyes, they're the definition of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-7759163504484191459?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7759163504484191459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7759163504484191459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/05/ayah-and-ibu-meet-my-ayah-and-ibu.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S--wsBcSQPI/AAAAAAAAA-M/YQj1yZ0M150/s72-c/053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-4112446336120158099</id><published>2010-05-09T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T23:40:48.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Ibu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S-bXO7Bq6hI/AAAAAAAAA98/BLruY-CKugU/s1600/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S-bXO7Bq6hI/AAAAAAAAA98/BLruY-CKugU/s320/098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469295448850885138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S-bXOR2dfUI/AAAAAAAAA90/ploK9_cBKRc/s1600/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S-bXOR2dfUI/AAAAAAAAA90/ploK9_cBKRc/s320/094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469295437798014274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mother's Day 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's Mother's Day today. And like every other years before, Ayah, me and the brothers, planned something for our one and only mother. I made the bookings for roses, cupcakes, and a reservation for a dinner. Since well, my dad is pretty bad at surprises.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything went perfectly well. And by the look on Ibu's face, she's very happy with the whole thing. My mum is a definition of a super mom. She is great multitasking. She's an intelligent woman, and very caring. The bonding that my mum and I have, is unexplainable. We tell each other everything. She is very understanding, outgoing, and strict at the same time, I gotta admit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had a career. She was successful and she left it all just for the sake of being with her children as she didn't have much time to spend with us, then. I can always rely on my mum, all the time. She will always be there for me in every way possible. That, I am sure of. All mothers are like that, I know. But mine? Mine's different. Like I said earlier, the bonding that I have with my mum, is unexplainable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Mother's Day, Ibu. I love you, forever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What will I ever do without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;your one, and only daughter,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ellisa Yasmine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-4112446336120158099?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4112446336120158099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4112446336120158099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/05/selamat-hari-ibu.html' title='Selamat Hari Ibu'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S-bXO7Bq6hI/AAAAAAAAA98/BLruY-CKugU/s72-c/098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-1762202562956087143</id><published>2010-05-06T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:05:57.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're c-coming out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S-IzGTyEcsI/AAAAAAAAA9s/MijlJ5Ry2RE/s1600/29740_10150200739800249_712415248_12422864_4980694_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S-IzGTyEcsI/AAAAAAAAA9s/MijlJ5Ry2RE/s320/29740_10150200739800249_712415248_12422864_4980694_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467989081063715522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dan on the left with me, taking care of registration for our Prom's BBQ, last Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm currently in bed right now. Feeling sick, with my netbook. And plus, I am looking as pale as ever. Woke up at 6 for school today, but I was feeling terrible with this flu I'm having. So, decided to stay in for the day. Besides, we barely learn in school nowadays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, I have a formspring account. And everyday, when I log in, there will always be statements, I repeat, statements and not questions, like 'HEY MAYAT' , 'KENAPA PAKAI BAJU TAK CUKUP BENANG? INGAT ORANG PUTIH? OH KAU KAN MAYAT' , 'WHY ARE YOU SO PALE?' , 'I CANT WAIT TO WATCH YOU GO DOWN' and more.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dude, the next time you go shopping, please buy yourself a life. Whoever you are. I mean, one or two is enough. But when I don't approve all of those nonsense, that person would post another stupid statement, again. It gets annoying and it's ridiculous. As a human being who's gifted with a brain where if you must know, the function is to use it to think, I disapprove all of it to avoid stupid arguments with people who are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;all, anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Please stop throwing virtual stones at me. You missed. Many times already :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ask me questions at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/ellisayasmine"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/ellisayasmine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Goodbye now *waves like a pink princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Ellisa Yasmine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-1762202562956087143?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/1762202562956087143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/1762202562956087143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/05/were-c-coming-out.html' title='We&apos;re c-coming out'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S-IzGTyEcsI/AAAAAAAAA9s/MijlJ5Ry2RE/s72-c/29740_10150200739800249_712415248_12422864_4980694_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-3970452746594652512</id><published>2010-05-04T20:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:37:44.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage glamorous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S-AUnZfsuhI/AAAAAAAAA9k/E2syJwK41AY/s1600/145703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S-AUnZfsuhI/AAAAAAAAA9k/E2syJwK41AY/s320/145703.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467392614719076882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When it's just us, with a netbook and creme brule, at gloria jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello everyone! A few hours ago, I put this ; ' I should really update my blog ' , on my status, for facebook. So here I am, updating this.. beautiful blog of mine? Haha! So, my days are filled with tuition classes (I think I've said so in my previous posts, but whatthehell). So that makes my life pretty darn boring. Yes, my life is boring. B-o-r-i-n-g. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But! Our prom committee had our first fund-raising project last week and guess what? It was a massive success. No event goes perfectly and ours didn't too. But, the final result was satisfying. Mhmm $$$! We have more projects coming up, but most probably in a month time, due to exams and so. I am very much grateful with the committee we have. Everyone did their part and had fun at the same time, I am sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, History tuition in 15 minutes and I seriously need to get ready. But I think I still have time in my hands for another paragraph? I am currently very pleased and happy with the way things are, minus the part where I am a little lost with Chemistry. But I'll catch up. The IR day that my school planned to do with Sri KL and La Salle didn't happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very upset with some people's attitude in handling things. The way they talk. Their posture in the meetings. Their 'we can't do it' attitude. And of course, their courteous way on telling our side on what they want, and do not want. And in the end, it's only one side who's working and yes, that will never work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haih, some people are just so.. stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Ellisa Yasmine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-3970452746594652512?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/3970452746594652512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/3970452746594652512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/05/garage-glamorous.html' title='Garage glamorous'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S-AUnZfsuhI/AAAAAAAAA9k/E2syJwK41AY/s72-c/145703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-3313008455834993112</id><published>2010-03-15T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T00:28:29.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it go now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S50NRGzwg5I/AAAAAAAAA9c/EdNqG1iqdD0/s1600-h/25288_330595332969_540167969_3433536_3473021_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S50NRGzwg5I/AAAAAAAAA9c/EdNqG1iqdD0/s320/25288_330595332969_540167969_3433536_3473021_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448525711724807058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fourian '10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh wow, it's been a month huh, since last I updated? My my, time flies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi everyone! How are all you doing? Now that its the holidays I am sure everyone's doing great right? Even after that sucky March test? Heh, yeah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So anyway! Everything's been sailing a-okay. I am still trying to cope with my new timetable. &lt;b&gt;Honestly, March test was definitely a wake-up call for me&lt;/b&gt;. Seeing the seniors taking their slips in an uncontrollable crowd last thursday, gave me chills. Next year, roughly around the same date, and time, it is going to be ME there. Standing in front on Pn.Robs(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my class teacher)&lt;/span&gt;, waiting for MY slip. MY result. that determines MY future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now isn't that, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;'exciting'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No. Not a tad at all. I was up there, with Nicole. Standing, with our belting eyes, observing them. We then looked at each other. The&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;'are you thinking what &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; thinking'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; kinda look. We were both scared. She had goosebumps and my hands were cold. We were only watching and it felt as though it was us down there, waiting for our slips. Frightening, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know I can do this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes Ellisa, yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You can do it.. *takes a deep breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Ellisa Yasmine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-3313008455834993112?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/3313008455834993112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/3313008455834993112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/03/let-it-go-now.html' title='Let it go now.'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S50NRGzwg5I/AAAAAAAAA9c/EdNqG1iqdD0/s72-c/25288_330595332969_540167969_3433536_3473021_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-797196534687771322</id><published>2010-02-17T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T12:59:35.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawing attention, I see?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S3ttctY52wI/AAAAAAAAA80/Q36K8DOP6uk/s1600-h/R0011569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S3ttctY52wI/AAAAAAAAA80/Q36K8DOP6uk/s320/R0011569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439061314967821058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kong, Johan, and I, a few weeks ago, Italiannies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hellluuuu! Haha, Hi everyone :) How are ya'll doing? Great I suppose, now that it's the holidays, ey? Let me start off with school! School's been alright. Pretty hectic now that I don't just have tuition every night, but, in the afternoon sometimes too. Say monday and friday? Plus the piano classes. Pfft&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey, it keeps me, head over heels. Now that is good, isn't it? Rather than I waste my time online *coughs coughs. I know I'm online a lot. But it's for my pretty pink cafe, on cafe world. Wouldn't want those yummy dishes to go rotten, right? Haha! Plus, I'm on twitter a lot lately. God knows why, but it's addictive. And yes, I just found out about it, a few months ago. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so many things are different nowadays. This year, actually. But hey, everything happens for a reason and I can see that it is actually a good change. Though it did affect me in some ways. I mean, one minute you're throwing statements at them and the other minute you're hugging them? I was irritated and disgusted. But, who am i to say? Mum told me to just let it go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SPM is not a reason for you to put on another face and be nice. Don't tell me you force yourself to change all at once, for that? I've heard many stupid reasons, but that's just mindless. You should stand strong by your principles and work your ass off for SPM. Not make spasmodic, laughable changes 'at ease'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that some people should stop lying to themselves and start holding on, strongly to their principles. You can be the crazy bitch around, you can be that tough girl that everyone are afraid of, you can be that four eyes with flying colours all the time, and you can also be that person with friends scattered everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;But you are nothing if you don't have principles to stand strong by.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Ellisa Yasmine &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-797196534687771322?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/797196534687771322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/797196534687771322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/02/drawing-attention-i-see.html' title='Drawing attention, I see?'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S3ttctY52wI/AAAAAAAAA80/Q36K8DOP6uk/s72-c/R0011569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-5340230363105071895</id><published>2010-01-16T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:27:57.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tubby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S1HMnFXDIeI/AAAAAAAAA8E/vcPKgfBdUyk/s1600-h/04122009181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S1HMnFXDIeI/AAAAAAAAA8E/vcPKgfBdUyk/s320/04122009181.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427343997783974370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S1HMmqwv8tI/AAAAAAAAA78/d8dsiYpdEd0/s1600-h/R0011537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S1HMmqwv8tI/AAAAAAAAA78/d8dsiYpdEd0/s320/R0011537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427343990644011730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S1HMmfMdU0I/AAAAAAAAA70/MyJvlKjs-bc/s1600-h/16012010331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S1HMmfMdU0I/AAAAAAAAA70/MyJvlKjs-bc/s320/16012010331.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427343987539006274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S1HMly-l5_I/AAAAAAAAA7s/iqSNEayUP8U/s1600-h/16012010336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S1HMly-l5_I/AAAAAAAAA7s/iqSNEayUP8U/s320/16012010336.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427343975669688306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy 10th Birthday Muhammad Akhmal Amaluddin &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We all love you, so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-5340230363105071895?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5340230363105071895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5340230363105071895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/01/tubby.html' title='Tubby!'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S1HMnFXDIeI/AAAAAAAAA8E/vcPKgfBdUyk/s72-c/04122009181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-618313157032076941</id><published>2010-01-16T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:19:31.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candles on the cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S1HGfDYuX3I/AAAAAAAAA7k/NiNdIkD7fEM/s1600-h/15012010318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S1HGfDYuX3I/AAAAAAAAA7k/NiNdIkD7fEM/s320/15012010318.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427337262745411442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5 Aristotle, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello earthlings, here's an update! Before I go on with my day, I am sorry for not updating my blog daily, like I used to. I have tuition every night. Yes, EVERY night and in the afternoon after school, I've got music classes and so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So anyway, school's been great. With friends around and I'm coping up with the new chapters. Especially add maths. It's so god damn annoying when you lose track I tell you. That happened to me last year. Gosh. I shall never let it happen ever again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;N-e-v-e-r&lt;/b&gt;. Okay, Ellisa, okay. Pheww&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's the weekends again! And what did I do today? I went out with my mum, and the little brother. Ibu had a hi-tea in Usj 16, so I tagged along. Listening to them complaining over little tacky things was entertaining. Haha. And watching Akhmal beating up those little kids with annoying expressions and voices, was definitely, thrilling :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Talking about Akhmal. He is turning 10 in exactly 2 hours! Time flies, huh. Feels like just yesterday when I followed my mum to his orientation day for standard ones. So adorable :') Will be going for Italian, and some Haagen Dasz, tomorrow. Akhmal demanded for his lacoste shirts and shoes last month in advance already. So my parents will be granting his demands, as usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Akhmal's 10, WOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Ellisa Yasmine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-618313157032076941?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/618313157032076941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/618313157032076941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/01/candles-on-cake.html' title='Candles on the cake'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S1HGfDYuX3I/AAAAAAAAA7k/NiNdIkD7fEM/s72-c/15012010318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-301303097058248052</id><published>2010-01-08T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:16:24.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't say that I'm falling in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S0cFoXkNf4I/AAAAAAAAA7M/7jp_1DSUWwA/s1600-h/22122009233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S0cFoXkNf4I/AAAAAAAAA7M/7jp_1DSUWwA/s320/22122009233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424310467269853058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fiqa and I, after pyramid with Ajmal and Rafio.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally have the time to update my dead blog. Hoorah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that it's back to school, I barely even have the time to go on Facebook. If i were to go online there, I'd be updating my status, or checking my inbox. And that's it. Wow, huh? I've got tuition every night. Yes, EVERY night. And certain days, I've got two classes going on, both evening and at night. How stressful is that? Sheesh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, I gotta admit something though. It keeps me focus, and occupied. Which is good. Very good. I'm sitting with Fiqa, as usual. It's been three years of that :) Sara's next door. Paying her a 'visit' every day since last year because of the fact that we're no longer in the same class is a routine already. Something that I gotta do. Haha, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eating in class and sharing it with the whole class is a daily routine too. Except for, it's us girls who brings the food. The guys? They beg. &lt;b&gt;They beg, hard &lt;/b&gt;:p Haha. So anyway, stayed back in school just now for the club's first BOD Meeting. Was pretty productive, I must say. And I am very pleased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bahasa tuition tonight and it's going to my first. My little brother, Akhmal is following. He'll be in the same class as me. So.. that means I'd be able to mock him throughout the whole two hours? &lt;b&gt;Oh my, heaven&lt;/b&gt; :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just painted my nails, and now, I'm craving for a scoop of vanilla ice cream. (hm, yum) Will update soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to get some vanilla ice cream now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Ellisa Yasmine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-301303097058248052?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/301303097058248052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/301303097058248052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wont-say-that-im-falling-in-love.html' title='I won&apos;t say that I&apos;m falling in love'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/S0cFoXkNf4I/AAAAAAAAA7M/7jp_1DSUWwA/s72-c/22122009233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-846624135359008502</id><published>2009-12-31T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:49:54.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Szws0yO0RSI/AAAAAAAAA7E/RbAwL1gpjhI/s1600-h/R0011535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Szws0yO0RSI/AAAAAAAAA7E/RbAwL1gpjhI/s320/R0011535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421257336795972898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;something was in my eye. Ignore it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Szws0mLop5I/AAAAAAAAA68/TCfTLWObnfU/s1600-h/R0011545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Szws0mLop5I/AAAAAAAAA68/TCfTLWObnfU/s320/R0011545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421257333561403282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sayang sangat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Szws0GUTbyI/AAAAAAAAA60/QPgw1K7lBx4/s1600-h/R0011551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Szws0GUTbyI/AAAAAAAAA60/QPgw1K7lBx4/s320/R0011551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421257325007826722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SzwszVcD1wI/AAAAAAAAA6s/4Wb0ad0_xYY/s1600-h/R0011549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SzwszVcD1wI/AAAAAAAAA6s/4Wb0ad0_xYY/s320/R0011549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421257311887021826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I call this, love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Szwsy4iBreI/AAAAAAAAA6k/eIvwu1aIY7s/s1600-h/R0011526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Szwsy4iBreI/AAAAAAAAA6k/eIvwu1aIY7s/s320/R0011526.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421257304127417826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tubby boy, gets mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;as promised,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ellisa Yasmine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-846624135359008502?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/846624135359008502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/846624135359008502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/12/pieces.html' title='Pieces'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Szws0yO0RSI/AAAAAAAAA7E/RbAwL1gpjhI/s72-c/R0011535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-8882249275092981162</id><published>2009-12-23T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:47:04.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang Bang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SzHEQ99cK_I/AAAAAAAAA50/XByfbYY2VNI/s1600-h/13747_1192547049654_1107735332_30504100_1683644_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SzHEQ99cK_I/AAAAAAAAA50/XByfbYY2VNI/s400/13747_1192547049654_1107735332_30504100_1683644_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418327622492630002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At the twin's sweet sixteen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Miss me? Yeah. No doubt on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So. School is just around the corner. And honestly, &lt;b&gt;I am so excited&lt;/b&gt;. Can't wait. Well, minus the tuitions. That's for sure. I am currently searching for accounts and physics, home tuition. No luck, so far. Ahh, how irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyhoo, I just got back from Genting. &lt;i&gt;Sumpah, orang macam semut. &lt;/i&gt;But so what, damn it was so fun! My brother and I took a ride on everything, both indoor and outdoor. &lt;i&gt;Ayah&lt;/i&gt; stayed inside cause he's not really into all this. He went for coffee with a newspaper&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(as usual)&lt;/span&gt; instead. Alone -.- Haha. &lt;i&gt;Ibu&lt;/i&gt; followed us, but due to her high blood pressure, she had to pass some rides. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to get a bite at the hotel after all the rides and walking around, then we headed for home. Reached here, around 6? And here I am, blogging! I know that some of you might be wondering on why am I updating blogspot, regularly now. Thing is, I am so annoyed by tumblr. I'll just log into tumblr to upload chats, pictures, and so. Daily stuffs, here :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Besides, &lt;i&gt;Ajmal&lt;/i&gt; just made one. And just by seeing him, I just got my blogging mojo back. Yeay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Will be uploading pictures soon. Abang is sleeping and he wont let me in to grab the camera's cable. Sheesh man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Ellisa Yasmine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-8882249275092981162?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/8882249275092981162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/8882249275092981162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/12/bang-bang.html' title='Bang Bang!'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SzHEQ99cK_I/AAAAAAAAA50/XByfbYY2VNI/s72-c/13747_1192547049654_1107735332_30504100_1683644_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-4696729845504369632</id><published>2009-12-17T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:43:05.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two thousand nine.</title><content type='html'>Hey bloggers,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes yes, I know. I've seriously neglected this blog for what? Months perhaps? But I am back! Well for just an update maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2010 is around the corner. Yet another year, coming to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009. So many things happened this year. Both good, and bad. I made new friends. New, valuable friends. The ones that will always be there no matter what. The ones that care, and love. And when you make new friends, sometimes, you lost some too. That happened to me. I lost a few friends. It hurts at first, but I always believe in the saying that goes, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;everything happens for a reason&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;True enough, after losing some whom I called friends, true colours were shown. Real sides appeared. The feeling of regret was eating me up slowly, but truth was placed bare on the table and right now, honestly I am saying, I've got no regrets for what I've said and done. None, at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got into fights. Girl fights actually. Online&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(yes, roll on the floor and laugh your asses off now)&lt;/span&gt;. And learnt a few things from it. First, always have your head up high. No matter what. No words of theirs could take me down and &lt;b&gt;it is staying that way&lt;/b&gt;. Since yeah, it was all words. No actions were taken. And up till today, I am still wondering. &lt;b&gt;Why?&lt;/b&gt; My blog was once a 'hotspot' where people let go of their frustrations towards me, in the only way possible. &lt;b&gt;By hiding&lt;/b&gt;. They hid behind they computers, using anonymous names and threw mean words, lewd statements and some even 'attacked' my friends. I have to admit, I was upset. I was furious. And yes, it affected me in some ways. But after giving it a thought, hey! Why should I give a damn. I posted posts letting out my feelings on situations, things, and people, signing off with my name. And they on the other hand used anonymous names. Isn't it funny how people judge one so easily in a blink hiding behind something and they call themselves, open minded?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that, I've learnt that &lt;b&gt;one is never too young for love&lt;/b&gt;. My mum and aunts once told me to never be serious in a relationship. Cause' you're too young. From my angle, when you love someone, how can you not be serious, right? But when a relationship ended, I told myself that I am young. &lt;b&gt;I am young and life's a long way to go.&lt;/b&gt; I never turn back. I moved forward and walked hand-in-hand with my two best friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a new page, I was nominated to be the president of a club. And I was elected. I faced many problems. Misunderstandings, miscommunication, and discipline. The thought of turning back and changing the path came across my mind countless times. But with the guidance from my wise parents and friends, i didn't do so. As always, I had to shun them all away. And I did. I respect the club. And I want others to do so too. Today, I am still the president of the Leo Club and I am proud. I have a great line of Bod members behind me, always there helping each other. Yeah, we may have problems here and there, but hey, &lt;b&gt;no organization is perfect&lt;/b&gt;, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People tend to say that I am arrogant and egoistic. But that 'about me' that they created for me might not fit of theirs that they have. Those who knows me, knows that I do not simply judge people. In return of how I am, I am judged easily, in a snap. &lt;b&gt;People jump into conclusions easily, not knowing the real truth.&lt;/b&gt; They like to follow that feeling of insecure that they've got instead of not losing their cool, and put the scattered pieces together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say whatever you want. &lt;b&gt;I am standing strong by my principles&lt;/b&gt; which I know that I've made crystal clear. I've never turned back, and I will never do so. Lets all stop pretending that we've got open minds, judging others in a blink. Lets all stand strong, proud to be who we are, and what we're made of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I may be loud, but that doesn't mean that I am proud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-&lt;i&gt;Ellisa Yasmine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-4696729845504369632?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4696729845504369632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4696729845504369632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-thousand-nine.html' title='Two thousand nine.'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-5036317553478082051</id><published>2009-11-08T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:36:49.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snaps away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sva3I99lzdI/AAAAAAAAA5s/Ud6sWWxC3Uo/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sva3I99lzdI/AAAAAAAAA5s/Ud6sWWxC3Uo/s400/Picture+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401706167777218002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sva3IdDWipI/AAAAAAAAA5k/2YFmpqmq_oU/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sva3IdDWipI/AAAAAAAAA5k/2YFmpqmq_oU/s400/Picture+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401706158943013522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sva3IGq6UOI/AAAAAAAAA5c/1zt_A37nP40/s1600-h/15142_1245202526150_1111999979_30784599_2008597_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sva3IGq6UOI/AAAAAAAAA5c/1zt_A37nP40/s400/15142_1245202526150_1111999979_30784599_2008597_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401706152934920418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fiqa and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-5036317553478082051?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5036317553478082051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5036317553478082051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/11/snaps-away.html' title='Snaps away'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sva3I99lzdI/AAAAAAAAA5s/Ud6sWWxC3Uo/s72-c/Picture+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-6426018536646117352</id><published>2009-10-28T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T17:09:55.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a shield and cover yourself. Maybe that would help?</title><content type='html'>Hello Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get some people. They read your blog and post nasty comments about what they think of you. Be it on your blog, theirs or maybe use other sites like Myspace, Facebook, or twitter. Once or twice, that's fine. But when it happens again and again, isn't that just, well, odd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It certainly is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't they see the red box with the huge X in the middle, up there on the right? Don't they know how to leave a blog when they don't like it? And never to come again? Yes, you may give reasons like this is a free world, freedom of speech and things like that. But when you can't stop posting nasty things about that person, don't you think that you're just a little too, obsessed? Perhaps, problematic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I blog with intelligence, and free of all prejudices&lt;/span&gt;. If any of you feel offended with any of my sentences which somehow relates to you, what can I do about it? In fact, what can YOU do about it? If you don't like the posts here, why don't you do yourself a favor by never to come again? Rather than you make yourself look so pathetic and stupid by constantly posting nasty comments about the blogger in their blog.  Or maybe by actually constantly updating your status filled with hatred, aiming on a certain person indirectly, via Myspace, Facebook or twitter? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It really shows how eager you are, waiting for the blogger to have an update so that you can find their fault and start trashing them. &lt;/span&gt;Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really can't take that feeling of insecurity that's eating you up slowly, then create a blog. Write your trash there. Because that way, it harms nobody's feeling. If you can update your status constantly via social sites aiming on a certain person indirectly to let the whole world know, why can't you blog? When you blog, it is for you, it is to let out how you feel, not violating anyone. Is it because that's when it is us, the bloggers turn to find your fault? Let me spare a little information for you little one. Not everyone is like you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not everyone is insecure like you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, if they do have a blog and they're still doing all these crap, then there is just one conclusion to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They are simply, problematic. And let us all, understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ELLISA YASMINE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-6426018536646117352?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/6426018536646117352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/6426018536646117352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-shield-and-cover-yourself-maybe.html' title='Take a shield and cover yourself. Maybe that would help?'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-2012826391710508222</id><published>2009-10-23T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:19:46.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry, but I don't so small scraps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SuFy8lt5sxI/AAAAAAAAA5M/OVbhkoT0GnQ/s1600-h/7722_1151732712454_1201738140_30425352_3233721_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SuFy8lt5sxI/AAAAAAAAA5M/OVbhkoT0GnQ/s320/7722_1151732712454_1201738140_30425352_3233721_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395720213808919314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SuFy8TZ-cnI/AAAAAAAAA5E/COth7FaRP3k/s1600-h/7722_1151708391846_1201738140_30425292_1817104_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SuFy8TZ-cnI/AAAAAAAAA5E/COth7FaRP3k/s320/7722_1151708391846_1201738140_30425292_1817104_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395720208893506162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi Open House 'o9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It has been so long. Well, perhaps too long. So here's an update. Well, not really an update on things, but yeah, an update. Exams are shitty. Especially, Chemistry. Pfft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I was flipping through the newspaper yesterday and found this phrase in an article that goes ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" If you really have something to say, be a man or a woman and say it directly. It's really easy to be a cyberspace gangster. We're building a generation of people who are bad communicators, who only know how to say it like they mean it when they're hiding behind something. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is something that I can really relate to. I mean, people talk shit about you saying in direct you've got a blowjob face or other nonsense things like that on internet and when you actually confront them, they play dumb. What is that all about? And when you try to be the Mr. Nice person and actually settle things online like how it started in the beginning, in the end, there is actually no ending to it. Right? Because you will just keep on throwing nasty sentences to each other and so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, when you do confront them in person, all they've got are 'reasons' like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;' too bad, so what '&lt;/span&gt; and other words that are normally said by blondes. Another example is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ' mampos ah '&lt;/span&gt; . No offense. I've went through this cyber argument kind of thing before. And well, I wouldn't call it fighting, because there is no such thing as cyber fights. To me that is. But big arguments online, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the thing. If putting down one's friends and family by judging each and everyone of them&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; online&lt;/span&gt; plus maybe by giving a dirty &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;' i'm-the-bigger-bitch '&lt;/span&gt; look is all those people have got to offer, then we're going to let them keep on doing so, and levish themselves with the self satisfaction &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;while it last&lt;/span&gt;. Know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Because, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; actually tried talking to those degraded idiots in person, face-to-face. While those dims, stood there, with a mouthful of smutty, bawdy words. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-yours truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been so long,&lt;br /&gt;Ellisa Yasmine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-2012826391710508222?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/2012826391710508222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/2012826391710508222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-sorry-but-i-dont-so-small-scraps.html' title='I&apos;m sorry, but I don&apos;t so small scraps.'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SuFy8lt5sxI/AAAAAAAAA5M/OVbhkoT0GnQ/s72-c/7722_1151732712454_1201738140_30425352_3233721_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-5074701168586112901</id><published>2009-10-10T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:31:41.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow 'em all sixteen lighted candles now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10/10/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ellisayasmine.tumblr.com/post/208508193/few-minutes-ago-fiqa-turned-sweet-sixteen-and"&gt;FIQA FIQO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click on the link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-5074701168586112901?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5074701168586112901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5074701168586112901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/10/blow-em-all-sixteen-lighted-candles-now.html' title='Blow &apos;em all sixteen lighted candles now.'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-6348027668893354019</id><published>2009-10-07T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:11:58.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the end, it is you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SsweApjrrZI/AAAAAAAAA48/Lj7cd2YIczc/s1600-h/9624_1149458452466_1107735332_30410993_2193647_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SsweApjrrZI/AAAAAAAAA48/Lj7cd2YIczc/s320/9624_1149458452466_1107735332_30410993_2193647_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389715850559991186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SsweAIpC59I/AAAAAAAAA40/qFmCQ1SC-m8/s1600-h/9624_1149485213135_1107735332_30411169_945846_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SsweAIpC59I/AAAAAAAAA40/qFmCQ1SC-m8/s320/9624_1149485213135_1107735332_30411169_945846_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389715841724114898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Izzaty's Open House '09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My weekends lately are filled with open houses. It has been pretty interesting. I mean, food. How can you not love food with great cousins around and sometimes, friends? Awesome I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is on the 10th. Ayah gave me a invitation cards to give out and I still have a few hundreds with me? How, great -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I updated my &lt;a href="www.ellisayasmine.tumblr.com"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt; a few minutes ago and now I've got nothing to post here except for this crap. Anyway I went to facial just now and my skin is so glowy now. I am so vain that I've been looking into the mirror a lot. *don't laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I posted something similar to that in my tumblr already. I think I am going to stop here. Maybe I will update more soon. And that update will be a proper one. Promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ellisa Yasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-6348027668893354019?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/6348027668893354019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/6348027668893354019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-end-it-is-you.html' title='In the end, it is you.'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SsweApjrrZI/AAAAAAAAA48/Lj7cd2YIczc/s72-c/9624_1149458452466_1107735332_30410993_2193647_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-7286661464239228100</id><published>2009-09-13T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:43:36.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crackpot</title><content type='html'>A statement that was told to many, but not me just yet;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenapa dia kena besar-besarkan hal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a ridiculous question. If I were to answer such ludicrous question, can you take it? Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siapa yang tengah menjaja cerita sini-sana? We all know, it isn't me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-7286661464239228100?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7286661464239228100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7286661464239228100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/09/crackpot.html' title='Crackpot'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-2974859264377142832</id><published>2009-09-12T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:51:04.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that all? In my pocket you go then.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I hate it when I am out of books. Finished four the other day, read two today and now I am online, searching for online reads. I read the paper already. Thrice actually and I am not going to do so again. Maybe I should read the dictionary like Fiqa and Sha? Then, my head will explode into pieces. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, went out for buka today. Food at akasia was the bomb. The tom yam was so great that I ate the whole bowl. I've noticed something, this fasting month, I've only buka puasa with my school friends, once. Will be planning something out, soon. This time, I hope that everyone will be able to make it. The first one was great. But with Rara's jokes, Sha's boobs, Sara's laugh, and Milya's long LOVELY hair, it could have been better. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;This time, lets make it just us girlfriends. okay, girlfriends?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As usual when I am online, I'll open one window, with five tabs. One is for Myspace. Checked Myspace just now. and there were this message asking me what is with the fighting shit online and she copied my about me and asked, what does it mean with a sarcastic 'haha' at the end of the sentence. Not knowing who she is, i asked her back, questioning on what is she talking about. and I asked her on what part of my about me that she doesn't understand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She replied saying that someone hacked into her account lately sending messages to people, getting her into trouble. If she was telling the truth, I feel sorry for her. Some people are really that lifeless to a point where they would hack into one's account and comment others, rudely. &lt;i&gt;Cuba kalau terbuat kat salah orang. Orang yang tknk dengar alasan. Habis kau kena cari.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sighs,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Ellisa Yasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-2974859264377142832?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/2974859264377142832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/2974859264377142832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-that-all-in-my-pocket-you-go-then.html' title='Is that all? In my pocket you go then.'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-788079387989212049</id><published>2009-09-10T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:53:12.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, it isn't funny</title><content type='html'>School was rather, well alright? It wasn't so bad I guess. Debate was fine with Sha and Farah in the team. I don't think I'll be going to school tomorrow. Feeling rather lazy, and tired. Plus, I am sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have any of you ever been in a situation where a friend of yours loves to make jokes but sometimes, it gets too much? Some may have been, and some may have not. I have though. People will say things like '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why don't you just go and tell him nicely yourself or something'&lt;/span&gt; and so, but it is easier said than done. Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiqa and I were claimed to be immature today.  What we have on our minds for hours now is that, if we are immature, then what are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, jokes are funny. But there is this thing called, the limit. Jokes, can be serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed,&lt;br /&gt;ellisa yasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s yes, i can't take jokes. But only the ones with remarks that humiliates you, in public.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-788079387989212049?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/788079387989212049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/788079387989212049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-it-isnt-funny.html' title='No, it isn&apos;t funny'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-5906261194395186110</id><published>2009-09-09T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:58:22.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to wind up, being parted, broken hearted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SqccEc3pRzI/AAAAAAAAA4s/PJyBijeeGsU/s1600-h/IU+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SqccEc3pRzI/AAAAAAAAA4s/PJyBijeeGsU/s320/IU+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379299142711985970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daryl Hartmans, IU Day '09&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ignore the tired face. I was running around)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been neglecting blogspot, a lot. I know, and I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school last week, and yesterday, but today I decided to stay home. I find school to be rather tiring, and dull. Everyone looked so tired, and some were M.I.A. Sheesh, and you people ask me why am I not going to school? pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleared my closet and found so many things that I can't wear anymore. Well, I DON'T want to wear them anymore. My shoes on the other hand needs to take a walk. I have so many of them, and I tend to wear the same ones, over and over again. Like the leopard printed by Guess, Black crossed from Zara, those leopard malindi crocs of mine, and the common black topshop pumps. I wear these five a lot. Maybe, too much? I need to use the others. Seriously. My dad came into my room the other day, and nagged at me. He said, if I don't use the rest, it is better to give them away. Like what the hell? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No way. &lt;/span&gt;Ibu bugged in and told him, the quote that goes; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a girl can never have too many shoes.&lt;/span&gt; Ahah! Boo you, ayah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped Azril to clear his closet two days ago. So fun! Pfft. He needs help from me all the time. It gets annoying at times, but he is alright. Maybe. Haha, He took so many nice tops and shirts out, trashed them into the black garbage bag. Again, what the hell? I then took some nice polo, Armani, and Ralph Lauren tops, and put it in my room. What a waste man. I picked them out for him, and this is what I get in return?! Abang -.- Will be keeping those shirts just incase that I can sell them for Leo's bundle sale project or something. Haha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the mega sale that is on every end of the year? I CAN'T WAIT FOR IT THIS YEAR. Ah, why shop now with that golden price tags on, when you can have them all cheap end of the year? Come one, shop wisely my dears. I mean, why do you rather have one rm700 top when during the end of year sale, with that price of money, you can have 7 tops? Can't wait. Can't wait. CAN'T WAIT. I made a list this year, unlike last year. Last year, I was blinded with all the cheap prices, and brought home just a few pairs of shoes, jeans, and some tops. Not this year. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN'T WAIT&lt;/span&gt;. I can go crazy waiting, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I should stop. I need to bathe, and go out for a bit. Will update soon, when I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCITED AS HELL,&lt;br /&gt;ellisa yasmine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-5906261194395186110?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5906261194395186110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5906261194395186110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-to-wind-up-being-parted-broken.html' title='I don&apos;t want to wind up, being parted, broken hearted.'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SqccEc3pRzI/AAAAAAAAA4s/PJyBijeeGsU/s72-c/IU+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-6651052648015866029</id><published>2009-09-06T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:58:26.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myspace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SqPN7SEYIjI/AAAAAAAAA4k/daG6HOt9kV0/s1600-h/ms.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SqPN7SEYIjI/AAAAAAAAA4k/daG6HOt9kV0/s400/ms.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378368798356677170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DELETE? YES? NO? pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-6651052648015866029?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/6651052648015866029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/6651052648015866029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/09/myspace.html' title='Myspace'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SqPN7SEYIjI/AAAAAAAAA4k/daG6HOt9kV0/s72-c/ms.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-3318783003226487269</id><published>2009-09-04T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:33:46.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To me life ain't fun unless you're in a good fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SqEWnfYvQpI/AAAAAAAAA4c/VXsDyWcQ2FU/s1600-h/03092009628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SqEWnfYvQpI/AAAAAAAAA4c/VXsDyWcQ2FU/s320/03092009628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377604297753051794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahh, I have been away from blogspot due to tumblr's re-blog application. It is easy, fun, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love it.&lt;/span&gt; My tumblr is updated all the time. But mostly with pictures that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello earthlings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to school for almost three weeks and I went today. Honestly, it was boring. We barely learn in class, and it is tiring to be in school. But you see, time flies when you go to school, fasting. Now that is the only positive thing that I came up with earlier on today. Had Bod meeting on the upcoming project. Wasn't so productive since everyone was playing a fool. What a bugger. I have to put my foot down, pronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. since I don't have much to update on. I'm going to go on facebook now. and stalk people. I like stalking people, it is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will TRY to update, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ellisa Yasmine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-3318783003226487269?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/3318783003226487269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/3318783003226487269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-me-life-aint-fun-unless-youre-in.html' title='To me life ain&apos;t fun unless you&apos;re in a good fight'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SqEWnfYvQpI/AAAAAAAAA4c/VXsDyWcQ2FU/s72-c/03092009628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-5612184329869080910</id><published>2009-08-28T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:58:59.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sri Ayuthaya, 270809</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Spa6-_PXOMI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Ua0jbhMZYJk/s1600-h/us+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Spa6-_PXOMI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Ua0jbhMZYJk/s320/us+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374688796603791554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Spa6-AYt5mI/AAAAAAAAA4M/I6rVkt3vpJE/s1600-h/us+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Spa6-AYt5mI/AAAAAAAAA4M/I6rVkt3vpJE/s320/us+134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374688779731592802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Spa69jhF4KI/AAAAAAAAA4E/iQAFU62A_Bo/s1600-h/us+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Spa69jhF4KI/AAAAAAAAA4E/iQAFU62A_Bo/s320/us+136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374688771982090402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Spa69FB_UtI/AAAAAAAAA38/GgC-KqrqtAc/s1600-h/us+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Spa69FB_UtI/AAAAAAAAA38/GgC-KqrqtAc/s320/us+127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374688763798573778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-5612184329869080910?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5612184329869080910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5612184329869080910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/08/sri-ayuthaya-270809.html' title='Sri Ayuthaya, 270809'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Spa6-_PXOMI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Ua0jbhMZYJk/s72-c/us+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-7574320888302057847</id><published>2009-08-25T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:44:29.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i-dressup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SpOjgAyICEI/AAAAAAAAA30/BVtLmSlQDKE/s1600-h/uuu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SpOjgAyICEI/AAAAAAAAA30/BVtLmSlQDKE/s320/uuu.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373818550744516674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SpOjf6c7iEI/AAAAAAAAA3s/paL-Udplo4k/s1600-h/uuuu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SpOjf6c7iEI/AAAAAAAAA3s/paL-Udplo4k/s320/uuuu.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373818549045004354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes this is how lifeless I can be.&lt;br /&gt;Try it out, it isn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.i-dressup.com/gamelist_by_cate.php?sub=1"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-7574320888302057847?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7574320888302057847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7574320888302057847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dressup.html' title='i-dressup'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SpOjgAyICEI/AAAAAAAAA30/BVtLmSlQDKE/s72-c/uuu.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-1750907332962384186</id><published>2009-08-25T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:34:55.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We both know it is over, so lets go forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tumblr updated(all the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been feeling so lifeless lately. I've only been updating my blogs. Yes I have 3 blogs. And hell yes it isn't easy to cope with. But I'll manage :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is fasting. Next week, I'll be starting to fast and oh my, it is going to be hard. But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boleh lah kot.&lt;/span&gt; Again, I'll manage this one either. So anyway, Myspace is a bore. Am I the only one feeling so or what? And on top of that, it is turning into Facebook slowly. Haha, people and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiru-meniru &lt;/span&gt;thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being at home most of the time makes me do a lot of online shopping. Asked ayah money yesterday to pay for all the things that I bought online. He wasn't so happy about the rm300+ I needed at first but after showing him all the beauties I bought, he was okay with it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(thank god)&lt;/span&gt;. If not, where the hell am I going to get the money to pay for them from? Ibu will surely say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"go ask ayah"&lt;/span&gt; with a mischiveous smile and I am not touching my own money for sure. Blame my parents for that. They told me to keep my allowance and whenever I want to buy something, just ask them for cash. Well, I am rich because of that. I don't touch my money at all&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(unless I really have to).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gotta jet now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need music.&lt;br /&gt;I need to relax.&lt;br /&gt;I need, my piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrilled,&lt;br /&gt;ellisa yasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-1750907332962384186?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/1750907332962384186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/1750907332962384186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-both-know-it-is-over-so-lets-go.html' title='We both know it is over, so lets go forward'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-3909168320235900767</id><published>2009-08-21T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:04:12.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain tops, love a lot like parking lots</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I need some time alone in the sense where I do not want to commit into any relationships at the moment. I have always been the kind of girl that &lt;i&gt;got off one, jumped into another one.&lt;/i&gt; I don't throw away my feelings easily unlike others, I always get into a new one fast because I've always see it as a way for me to move on. How stupid, isnt' it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;So yes, things are changing. For the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Tumblr, Ellisa Yasmine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-3909168320235900767?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/3909168320235900767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/3909168320235900767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/08/mountain-tops-love-lot-like-parking.html' title='Mountain tops, love a lot like parking lots'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-7586882910112084139</id><published>2009-08-19T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:15:14.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sott_glKEHI/AAAAAAAAA3k/smmEqtWht3w/s1600-h/tumblr_kohoduHQnJ1qza9o7o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sott_glKEHI/AAAAAAAAA3k/smmEqtWht3w/s400/tumblr_kohoduHQnJ1qza9o7o1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371507918414418034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leighton Meester,&lt;br /&gt;This is beauty and I simply love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-7586882910112084139?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7586882910112084139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7586882910112084139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/08/leighton-meester-this-is-beauty-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sott_glKEHI/AAAAAAAAA3k/smmEqtWht3w/s72-c/tumblr_kohoduHQnJ1qza9o7o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-1357464024691552245</id><published>2009-08-18T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:15:47.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snipbits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SopiR_G9nZI/AAAAAAAAA3c/UDRPPA_Tdi0/s1600-h/16082009400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SopiR_G9nZI/AAAAAAAAA3c/UDRPPA_Tdi0/s320/16082009400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371213566730673554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sanesh loves my Bally,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kan?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yes I am bragging)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SopiReLwroI/AAAAAAAAA3U/8SGPJmOufLo/s1600-h/16082009384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SopiReLwroI/AAAAAAAAA3U/8SGPJmOufLo/s320/16082009384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371213557892427394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SopiQ_8DFFI/AAAAAAAAA3M/4IkyBHLmprw/s1600-h/16082009374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SopiQ_8DFFI/AAAAAAAAA3M/4IkyBHLmprw/s320/16082009374.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371213549773460562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-1357464024691552245?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/1357464024691552245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/1357464024691552245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/08/snipbits.html' title='Snipbits'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SopiR_G9nZI/AAAAAAAAA3c/UDRPPA_Tdi0/s72-c/16082009400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-987124000759986458</id><published>2009-08-18T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:08:04.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New and refreshed.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I've deleted my cbox. And yes it is because of all those bloody anonymous people. Get your dirty trashy talk somewhere else because I don't do street talk like all of you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tak suka, nak&lt;/span&gt; comment? Fine. But spamming? I hope all of you lifeless people have somewhere to go now that my cbox isn't available anymore. I know they love me too much to leave my blog, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop now. Puasa is coming. How fun! I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bazar Ramadhan&lt;/span&gt;. The kuih-muih, yummy kebabs, and so on. But there is one problem. Due to the H1N1 thing that's going on, I don't think I'll be going to any Bazar Ramadhan at all. Ayah did tell me not to go to places flooded with people. Oh well, I'll have to listen to him this time as the H1N1 thing is serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumblr is so fun that I am bored of blogspot. Seriously. Everytime I look at my blogspot, I feel dead and whenever I look at my tumblr, I feel alive again! haha, okay I am crapping so I should stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update soon when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy,&lt;br /&gt;ellisa yasmine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-987124000759986458?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/987124000759986458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/987124000759986458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-and-refreshed.html' title='New and refreshed.'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-7580737757604748196</id><published>2009-08-14T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:10:54.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you? Blonde?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SoT_RnPKiUI/AAAAAAAAA3E/PfKzJ7xKCPo/s1600-h/28072009160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SoT_RnPKiUI/AAAAAAAAA3E/PfKzJ7xKCPo/s320/28072009160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369697333787920706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;we loveeee Fishball &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone! I am finally updating this dead blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the sudden disappearance. I was too lazy to update my blogspot. Seriously. So anyway, things are all pretty much the same. I have actually been updating my tumblr. It is so fun, that I'm hooked. For now that is. I had tumblr once, somewhere around last year? Then I deleted it because I was lazy. And now, I am back on tumblr, active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been home for this week. So when I am home, I will bang on the piano whenever I feel like it. I will be on the phone for hours with Fiqa. And Ana will call me every now and then just to talk shit about people(ana, if you're reading thing, I hate you). Ana is a good stalker I tell you. She knows everything about everyone. How surprising you know. She'll be asking me like 'who is***? who is*****?'. When I ask why, she'll be saying that person does this, with who, where, and things like that. What a bitch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minus the part where Ana calls me just to shit about people, my week at home, has been great. My mum listens to all my babble about others and she'll bug in commenting. Haha, she is the best, ever. No matter what, she'll always be there for me. Telling me what is right and what is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure most of you heard about the stupid bitch fight online that happened. My mum was there, beside me watching everything, and laughing at them( -.- ). I've heard things like people can't talk to their mothers about things like this, relationships or whatsoever. Well, I am glad that I can. It feels good to know that you're not hiding anything from your parents. My dad on the other hand, knows too much already. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I've got to go now, I want to stalk more people and talk to my boyfriend about them. haha, byee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy,&lt;br /&gt;ellisa yasmine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-7580737757604748196?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7580737757604748196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7580737757604748196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-are-you-blonde.html' title='What are you? Blonde?'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SoT_RnPKiUI/AAAAAAAAA3E/PfKzJ7xKCPo/s72-c/28072009160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-9156605760106135114</id><published>2009-08-10T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:13:15.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights, camera, and fashion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hi, the pink link will lead you to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY &lt;a href="http://ellisayasmine.tumblr.com/"&gt;TUMBLR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-9156605760106135114?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/9156605760106135114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/9156605760106135114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/08/lights-camera-and-fashion.html' title='Lights, camera, and fashion!'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-117863340520369138</id><published>2009-08-09T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:34:48.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Blogs offer an opportunity to let your voice be heard. To ring out with every comment,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; opinion&lt;/span&gt;, advice, lecture, pontification, and babble you want, as long as the rules of your country, Internet Provider, web host, discussion group provider, discussion group moderator, blog owner, and all the other little admirals that control the 'blogosphere' allow you."&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-Lorelle Van Fossen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogherald.com/author/lorelle/" title="Posts by Lorelle VanFossen"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-117863340520369138?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/117863340520369138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/117863340520369138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogs-offer-opportunity-to-let-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-3137429252417854533</id><published>2009-08-09T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:25:19.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sn2mYRJz8lI/AAAAAAAAA28/55GApil_l8g/s1600-h/untitled6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sn2mYRJz8lI/AAAAAAAAA28/55GApil_l8g/s400/untitled6.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367629266747126354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, SHO PHUNNY AH YOU ADAM AKA  'ASS'&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-3137429252417854533?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/3137429252417854533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/3137429252417854533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/08/haha-sho-phunny-ah-you-adam-aka-ass-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sn2mYRJz8lI/AAAAAAAAA28/55GApil_l8g/s72-c/untitled6.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-8636509716459532465</id><published>2009-08-08T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T18:54:50.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop with the whole playing dumb thing, will you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am feeling so happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes I am! Dad told me something about having the iPhone 3gs and I am still going gaga over it. I do feel bad though since my phone is rather new. So.. yeah? I'll give it another thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, Aug test is next week and I am ready! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was a lie. I am not ready at all. Not a tad at all I tell you. Though I am not taking them, I am worried, somehow. Yes, you heard me, I am not taking any paper. Family doctor told my dad that there is case of H1N1 already in our neighborhood and the school said that person turns out to be someone from my school. I am wondering. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenapa sekolah tak tutup ni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buat heran tak heran pulak diorang ni.&lt;/span&gt; So yeah. Ayah was obviously shocked so he told me and my brothers not to go wondering around in closed public areas. Plus, the whole family is sick. There was a point where I felt so sick, I thought I am going to die. But hey, that is just me being all dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to school on Monday though(i think). Frankly, I am looking forward for it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta jet now, Chemistry calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entertained,&lt;br /&gt;ellisa yasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s missed RCC today. Sorry Ling Hui, I hope everything went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-8636509716459532465?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/8636509716459532465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/8636509716459532465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/08/stop-with-whole-playing-dumb-thing-will.html' title='Stop with the whole playing dumb thing, will you?'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-391395434526783575</id><published>2009-08-07T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:44:13.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is stalking who now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;August 7, 2009 8:28 AM                                 &lt;/strong&gt;                              &lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Muka blowjob? Oppss, don't blame me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can't stop people from talking, now can you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-a picture comment that was posted to me, myspace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took only a few hours for people to start throwing remarks at me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First of all based on the comment above, only a person who is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well versed and practicing such lewd acts&lt;/span&gt; would post such unreasonable and callous remarks. Why must one make such sexual statement? I didn't say that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she is the type of person who flaunts and throws herself around and all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I called on after posting my recent post yesterday. But the one thing that bothers me the most is where people don't get the part where I clearly state &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'this is just an opinion post&lt;/span&gt;'. Now, I really do feel sorry for some people who can't seem to open their beautiful eyes widely and read every single thing before making remarks at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Frankly, after reading that comment, I was upset. But, after giving it a thought, I said to myself that this is actually plain stupid and at the same I must say it is funny. My opinion based post yesterday was not a falsehood. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is the truth and in other words, a fact.&lt;/span&gt; Not a fabrication that I made up myself just for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted such post based on the ignominious things around us nowadays. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is it wrong nor is it a lie? &lt;/span&gt;After receiving that comment, I was wondering. Why made she say such things?  Why is she so upset with me until to a point where she used my own words against me? Then&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i realized.&lt;br /&gt;She must have read my blog post. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She is upset of the fact that my recent opinion post reflects her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I can put all the pieces together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am not playing dumb by saying that the post was not for her. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She is not the only one who does unacceptable immoral things. &lt;/span&gt;Correct? Please read every single word in my post before even thinking of jumping down my throat. It seems that she does not know her facts and she is jumping the gun just like that. This is called violation and legal action can be initiated for libel and defamation. But then again, why the big fuss, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names were not mentioned in my recent post. But a comment was sent to me from the ghastly person herself. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is lewd and unethical&lt;/span&gt;.  Maybe she was trying to act smart by using my words against me? Well, maybe. A comment that was posted from her to me shows it all. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;True I can't stop people from talking and neither can they stop me from doing so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fact is the truth and the truth is a fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are no more important than each other as they both means the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ellisa Yasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s wrought? Hm, I am glad that you're so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; wrapped&lt;/span&gt; up that I am stalking you. WOPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-391395434526783575?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/391395434526783575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/391395434526783575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-person-of-no-virtue.html' title='Who is stalking who now?'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-6529387533071118021</id><published>2009-08-06T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:05:02.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As much as I abhor you, I do feel sorry for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sno3p7r9pdI/AAAAAAAAA20/xZVM7No1-M4/s1600-h/Cameron+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sno3p7r9pdI/AAAAAAAAA20/xZVM7No1-M4/s320/Cameron+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366663099501618642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;necessity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;School was nothing yesterday. Well, minus the part where Sha and I hung out with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pren&lt;/span&gt; and his buddies. I wanted to go to school today, but ayah said that it is dangerous as everyone seems to be sick nowadays. Oh well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stalking some myspace profiles just now and found an album somewhere filled with underage kids opening bottle in a club, drinking, and wearing inappropriate clothes. Don't get me wrong, I am not all saint but hey, I don't go all crazy in a club, drinking and doing things that we shouldn't be doing. Come on, why the rush with the whole 'i want to be 18' thing? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Relax lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are going to jump down my throat for posting this. But don't blame me, you can't stop people from talking, now can you? Yes I may not be the type of person who drinks, wearing dresses &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;menjolok mata&lt;/span&gt;, throwing myself around with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no dignity&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncool&lt;/span&gt; is the word I get a lot. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tak sporting&lt;/span&gt; is what they say. Do yourself a favor, and read back this passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done? What makes you think you're&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cool&lt;/span&gt;? Come on. I am sure your parents brought you up well. You can have fun, but this way? Where is your dignity? Don't you feel sorry for your parents? Last, don't you love them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sixteen, and this is just an opinion post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ellisa Yasmine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-6529387533071118021?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/6529387533071118021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/6529387533071118021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-much-as-i-abhor-you-i-do-feel-sorry.html' title='As much as I abhor you, I do feel sorry for you'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sno3p7r9pdI/AAAAAAAAA20/xZVM7No1-M4/s72-c/Cameron+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-7502928266509909785</id><published>2009-08-03T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:40:03.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut my head off. Please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am sick, so sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Missed school today due to the sore throat and a slight flu. I just got off the phone with Fiqa, and guess what? She is sick too. Everyone seems to be sick nowadays. Scary okay :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a tad better after talking to my mum regarding the problems that I've been facing. I am in this dilemma&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(cheh)&lt;/span&gt; where I'm stuck between friends and you know who. They heard what they heard and he said no for what he is sure he did not do. In the end, I stand strong facing the fact that I did not see anything. Yes, with all the stories that my friends told me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am affected&lt;/span&gt;. But, I have to be fair and what I've been doing to you know who and how I've been acting, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;isn't fair&lt;/span&gt;.  loosing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give it another go isn't a crime, and it is the fair thing to do right this moment. How can I just believe and stand only by one side. Correct? As much as I love my friends plus the fact that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I do trust them&lt;/span&gt;, I simply have to be fair. As simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that the actions that I will be taking won't make things different among my friends and I. I have feelings and I am trying so hard to make myself feel better in any way at all. But, he has feelings too. I must stop all this selfishness and as I said many times already, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have to be fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready,&lt;br /&gt;ellisa yasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-7502928266509909785?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7502928266509909785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7502928266509909785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/08/cut-my-head-off-please.html' title='Cut my head off. Please?'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-1801046685990165430</id><published>2009-07-31T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T16:58:14.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I despise imposters. Wait, who doesn't? wops</title><content type='html'>I feel stuffed that my stomach is going to burst anytime soon. I don't really have much to update. School was fine. My camera's album is filled with weird facial expressions by Sha&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;Fiqa&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and Moon&lt;/span&gt;. Every time i look at it, I tend to burst out laughing so hard! It's funny I tell you. Sha&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;Fiqa drew on my arm saying they lovee me and Sha tried to draw Marcus which obviously didn't work out. It turned out to be a piggy monkey. Yes it doesn't make any sense, but it is very-the-cute okay! maybe not? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will upload some soon! Gotta jet now, Sara's coming over. yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, I would like to welcome &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fiqa&lt;/span&gt; to the Leo BOD . WELCOME! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proper update, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaunty,&lt;br /&gt;ellisa yasmine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-1801046685990165430?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/1801046685990165430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/1801046685990165430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-despise-imposters-wait-who-doesnt.html' title='I despise imposters. Wait, who doesn&apos;t? wops'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-957653580311433081</id><published>2009-07-29T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:04:59.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many they are but at the bottom forever they will be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stressed out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so stressed that my skin is turning so pale and dull, with horrendous eye bags and my hair needs a trip to the salon. Hair treatment needed, pronto! Lucky me, next week is my facial appointment(yeay!) and I've been using my eye cream that I abandoned for almost a month now, plus I've been sleeping on time too. My hair on the other hand? I have no idea. Next week maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stop now as I don't want to sound like those people out there who likes to brag on how  pathetic their life are when they should just be happy with how things are. Guess what? I am happy! That was a total random. But hey, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Installation, all of the incoming presidents wrote a short message for the program booklet. I did mine and submitted it. Not to brag, but something great just happened out of it. Who knew such a short message means a lot huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I did since the very beginning :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed,&lt;br /&gt;ellisa yasmine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-957653580311433081?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/957653580311433081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/957653580311433081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/07/many-they-are-but-at-bottom-forever.html' title='Many they are but at the bottom forever they will be'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-4451266488962328000</id><published>2009-07-27T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:15:05.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LBD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sm2oOMku7BI/AAAAAAAAA2s/rtYrMItHqK4/s1600-h/wk47_sn_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sm2oOMku7BI/AAAAAAAAA2s/rtYrMItHqK4/s400/wk47_sn_hero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363127693115059218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Topshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-4451266488962328000?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4451266488962328000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4451266488962328000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/07/lbd.html' title='LBD'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sm2oOMku7BI/AAAAAAAAA2s/rtYrMItHqK4/s72-c/wk47_sn_hero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-153075321293545670</id><published>2009-07-27T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:23:07.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes I missed IU Day which was the bomb, I heard.&lt;br /&gt;But, I didn't miss it for nothing. That's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sm1h7Ag_b1I/AAAAAAAAA2k/yzHa037RtxY/s1600-h/25072009084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sm1h7Ag_b1I/AAAAAAAAA2k/yzHa037RtxY/s320/25072009084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363050397646679890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sm1h6-wenpI/AAAAAAAAA2c/FzL2ESNkSiI/s1600-h/25072009096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sm1h6-wenpI/AAAAAAAAA2c/FzL2ESNkSiI/s320/25072009096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363050397174767250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;y faceee HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Installation was surprisingly not just fun but at the same time it taught me the real meaning of teamwork. The committee was made by intelligent and efficient people AND I definitely feel blessed and glad for getting the chance to work with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Sunway College early in the morning at 8 isn't actually my good start to a good day. But, I understood that it was for all the Leo's big day and, mine too. Helped Guo Yao who CAME LATE for decorations and a little bit here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off fine, and ended up g-r-e-a-t :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed,&lt;br /&gt;ellisa yasmine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-153075321293545670?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/153075321293545670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/153075321293545670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/07/officially.html' title='Officially'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sm1h7Ag_b1I/AAAAAAAAA2k/yzHa037RtxY/s72-c/25072009084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-3260372116663038155</id><published>2009-07-24T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:09:51.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SmnAlJetCUI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Pi3PiH0DzaE/s1600-h/wk46_sn_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SmnAlJetCUI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Pi3PiH0DzaE/s400/wk46_sn_hero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362028575793678658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Topshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-3260372116663038155?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/3260372116663038155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/3260372116663038155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/07/topshop.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SmnAlJetCUI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Pi3PiH0DzaE/s72-c/wk46_sn_hero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-5736579971194565138</id><published>2009-07-24T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:06:54.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;INTERACT's IU + INSTALLATION + TOMORROW = SHEESH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Need I say more? I'll be going to Installation Day and I can't leave early for Interact's IU. Kill me, can? Anyway, good luck to Shambles, Sha and Moon for tomorrow! I've seen all of your t-shirts. Bahahahaha. Okay, that wasn't funny but still, I know everything(i think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't make this one a long one as  I have to get some things done for tomorrow. I'll be going at 8 with Julia, and guess what? It ends at six. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best kan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forced,&lt;br /&gt;ellisa yasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-5736579971194565138?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5736579971194565138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5736579971194565138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/07/interacts-iu-installation-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-5371110101805472986</id><published>2009-07-23T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:51:37.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SmhqeOmV_5I/AAAAAAAAA2M/6kivVg5J12I/s1600-h/IUUUUUU.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SmhqeOmV_5I/AAAAAAAAA2M/6kivVg5J12I/s400/IUUUUUU.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361652423932116882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SHA, the Dary :), the make-up expert, the funny one, me-me-me, and the last one on the right?&lt;br /&gt;the Bestpren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-5371110101805472986?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5371110101805472986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5371110101805472986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/07/sha-dary-make-up-expert-funny-one-me-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SmhqeOmV_5I/AAAAAAAAA2M/6kivVg5J12I/s72-c/IUUUUUU.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-4083843247963699256</id><published>2009-07-21T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:12:15.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SmXYBrSbDbI/AAAAAAAAA2E/sKd7mnp1Jfc/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SmXYBrSbDbI/AAAAAAAAA2E/sKd7mnp1Jfc/s400/1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360928454765907378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-4083843247963699256?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4083843247963699256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4083843247963699256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/07/hahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SmXYBrSbDbI/AAAAAAAAA2E/sKd7mnp1Jfc/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-4468860840130916545</id><published>2009-07-21T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:52:08.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funneh</title><content type='html'>I just found out that Sha just found out that our Chemistry teacher goes by the name 'Tokwan' among her friends and that fact explains why she doesn't mind us calling her so too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sha ni kan, slow sikit :p HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-4468860840130916545?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4468860840130916545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4468860840130916545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/07/funneh.html' title='Funneh'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-5942047780780135639</id><published>2009-07-21T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:29:44.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SmVtkKMongI/AAAAAAAAA18/H_V8-NtdaSM/s1600-h/IU+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SmVtkKMongI/AAAAAAAAA18/H_V8-NtdaSM/s400/IU+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360811399434509826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was extremely exhausted. Excuse the horrible face HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SmVtj8Yp2AI/AAAAAAAAA10/-bKFz5oVoz8/s1600-h/IU+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SmVtj8Yp2AI/AAAAAAAAA10/-bKFz5oVoz8/s400/IU+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360811395726825474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from my oh-so-long break. I needed a huge break after the IU . And now? I'm right back in action. The club's first half of the IU was, well honestly, a complete havoc in a way where we can't stop running up and down the auditorium just to pass a two line message and the PA? Lets not go there or you'll actually cut your ears off. Seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, the second half wasn't so bad. In the end I realized that no event ended up to be all perfect and tip-top. And in the end, I've also realized that we can't stop people from judging and commenting. One thing for sure, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am so SO SO happy it is over and done with! woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally sleep at night and wake up in the morning without at least 20 texts in my inbox, unread. Installation is this Saturday, and so is Interact's IU. How perfect I tell you. Pfft I have to choose, and obviously Installation Day is a hundred times more important. I'll try to drop by for Shambles, Sha and Moon as they are getting their task done. For something that I myself am not so sure of. wops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ditched school yesterday and today as I just changed my wires and the doctor gave me some power chain bands. It hurts, a lot. I can't even eat sandwich! and they are soft? Sighs&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did not get my iPhone as i just found out the camera is 2 mgp and no flash? BOO&lt;br /&gt;But, I am still very much happy as I received my new N97 yesterday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very-the-happy,&lt;br /&gt;ellisa yasmine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-5942047780780135639?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5942047780780135639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5942047780780135639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/07/crumble.html' title='Crumble'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SmVtkKMongI/AAAAAAAAA18/H_V8-NtdaSM/s72-c/IU+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-5672738971790839073</id><published>2009-07-17T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:40:24.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A windy afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SmBSD3Mo-aI/AAAAAAAAA1s/oLUNF3Jkn-8/s1600-h/15072009_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SmBSD3Mo-aI/AAAAAAAAA1s/oLUNF3Jkn-8/s400/15072009_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359373782880942498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SmBR7OqbRjI/AAAAAAAAA1c/B4ZH8bKW9GE/s1600-h/17072009_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SmBR7OqbRjI/AAAAAAAAA1c/B4ZH8bKW9GE/s400/17072009_011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359373634561066546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scared + Nervous = Tomorrow :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-5672738971790839073?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5672738971790839073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5672738971790839073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/07/windy-afternoon.html' title='A windy afternoon'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SmBSD3Mo-aI/AAAAAAAAA1s/oLUNF3Jkn-8/s72-c/15072009_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-8580901975764266523</id><published>2009-07-15T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:37:22.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School, today!</title><content type='html'>I went through my phone's album just now and realized that there are so many pictures of Daryl. So many pictures, so many expressions. Some made me laugh for so long and even Fiqa's picture and also horrifying! But I wont put it up since she will definitely going to jump on me if I do. and Daryl? Nah, he wont even dare :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sl3nxHNJBSI/AAAAAAAAA1U/OHuZJ7Yrf7w/s1600-h/08072009_015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sl3nxHNJBSI/AAAAAAAAA1U/OHuZJ7Yrf7w/s400/08072009_015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358693962574529826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was actually trying to put a prank on Sha. 'trying'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sl3nFO730cI/AAAAAAAAA1E/nhpbfqit8uk/s1600-h/15072009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sl3nFO730cI/AAAAAAAAA1E/nhpbfqit8uk/s320/15072009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358693208735338946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peeling cream+facial+red spots+nice eyebrows = ?&lt;br /&gt;it is, Dary dairy&lt;3 HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-8580901975764266523?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/8580901975764266523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/8580901975764266523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/07/school-today.html' title='School, today!'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sl3nxHNJBSI/AAAAAAAAA1U/OHuZJ7Yrf7w/s72-c/08072009_015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-4960864021161934359</id><published>2009-07-13T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:37:11.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A city filled with restaurants? H-e-a-v-e-n</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SltGKym15HI/AAAAAAAAA08/7eAOqVybD3w/s1600-h/untitled%27.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SltGKym15HI/AAAAAAAAA08/7eAOqVybD3w/s320/untitled%27.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357953332884661362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right this moment, I am playing restaurant city. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am so bored. Kill me, I don't mind. I miss my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;, my crazy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;classmates &lt;/span&gt;plus &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shambles and Rara&lt;/span&gt;! I've been working my add off for IU Day that I can practically die. And on top of that, a week after the 18th is Installation.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bestnyaa&lt;/span&gt;! No, I am not being sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johor was fun for only a reason and that is Danga Bay. It is like ac+hartamas+beach+theme park. Get me? Well, maybe not. But hey, it was fun and I went home with a smile on my face. Got home late, and skipped school for today. I texted Daryl in the morning and he kept on bragging on how good people say his hair is. Man, I'm going to get him tomorrow. Can't wait to jump on Fiqa and Sha too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jovial,&lt;br /&gt;ellisa yasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-4960864021161934359?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4960864021161934359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4960864021161934359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/07/city-filled-with-restaurants-h-e-v-e-n.html' title='A city filled with restaurants? H-e-a-v-e-n'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SltGKym15HI/AAAAAAAAA08/7eAOqVybD3w/s72-c/untitled%27.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-4827910082294964274</id><published>2009-07-13T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T18:02:09.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SlsGBqZlgAI/AAAAAAAAA00/mUBQn0Ev69I/s1600-h/4969_110177176801_643591801_2795772_5754751_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SlsGBqZlgAI/AAAAAAAAA00/mUBQn0Ev69I/s400/4969_110177176801_643591801_2795772_5754751_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357882807318577154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rindunya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-4827910082294964274?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4827910082294964274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4827910082294964274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/07/rindunya.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SlsGBqZlgAI/AAAAAAAAA00/mUBQn0Ev69I/s72-c/4969_110177176801_643591801_2795772_5754751_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-8828622094841650278</id><published>2009-07-11T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:05:42.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey plastic, you're not fantastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Johor, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll be going to Johor just for the day tomorrow. How great, this is just what I need. A 4 hours car exhausting trip. I can't say no since my brothers are going. Sighs, have I told you the best part yet? I have school the next day. Well, obviously. Pfft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say but yet I am still updating. I am sorry for this duffer post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ellisa yasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-8828622094841650278?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/8828622094841650278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/8828622094841650278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-plastic-youre-not-fantastic.html' title='Hey plastic, you&apos;re not fantastic'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-4933450872651166924</id><published>2009-07-10T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:13:29.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SldMXK5XhUI/AAAAAAAAA0k/WmOM8g8JlM4/s1600-h/o7SsgZ5b6ole7lr1KICTxMi1o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SldMXK5XhUI/AAAAAAAAA0k/WmOM8g8JlM4/s400/o7SsgZ5b6ole7lr1KICTxMi1o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356834242726167874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chanel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-4933450872651166924?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4933450872651166924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4933450872651166924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-karl.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SldMXK5XhUI/AAAAAAAAA0k/WmOM8g8JlM4/s72-c/o7SsgZ5b6ole7lr1KICTxMi1o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-6642792613619823560</id><published>2009-07-10T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T17:57:33.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sexy shimmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The tension is on. With a week more to go and tickets are on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Kill me, can? I feel so stressed and i know I've said this so many times. No word can actually describe how I feel right now as I have so many feelings in me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And apart of me am mad over a few things. I do want to say it here, but trust me, it is very controversial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Anyways, I want shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Maybe a four inch purple one with eyelets? AHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I just can't get enough of them. I've got plenty but yet i want more, more and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;It's a disease I tell you. And the only way to treat it is to give me more shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stop, Ellisa. STOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sighs. School today was fine, minus the fact that in school I kept on thinking about school days three years ago. Horrible, sad and there are more words to describe those days. But I'll stop. I do not want to make this post sound so, pathetic and immature. All I can say is that, seeing my very own &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blast from the past &lt;/span&gt;walking around in school today makes me feel like giving her a piece of my mind. But I did not since that wont make me any better than her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Look-at-you-now. WOW :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Grateful,&lt;br /&gt;ellisa yasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-6642792613619823560?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/6642792613619823560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/6642792613619823560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/07/sexy-shimmer.html' title='sexy shimmer'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-3562476035237095655</id><published>2009-07-08T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:02:53.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SlS0WidnvAI/AAAAAAAAA0c/hqEbXxLynNg/s1600-h/08072009_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SlS0WidnvAI/AAAAAAAAA0c/hqEbXxLynNg/s320/08072009_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356104156151528450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SlSzlsZlwyI/AAAAAAAAA0U/_YcthkJ0Klc/s1600-h/08072009_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SlSzlsZlwyI/AAAAAAAAA0U/_YcthkJ0Klc/s320/08072009_012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356103317005386530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl, do i need to delete this?&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait,&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;You're not sitting on some pretty girl's lap here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reason for anyone to be jealous now, right?&lt;/span&gt; HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-3562476035237095655?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/3562476035237095655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/3562476035237095655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/07/daryl-do-i-need-to-delete-this-oh-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SlS0WidnvAI/AAAAAAAAA0c/hqEbXxLynNg/s72-c/08072009_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-3372301372514945445</id><published>2009-07-08T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:48:08.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifted far, far Far Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went through my wardrobe a few hours ago,&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I need some colour splash. ASAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings everyone! I am stressed out. Yes it doesn't show since I am still laughing so loud like no one's business, thanks to.. Daryl! He has this vibe you see that makes everyone around him feels so annoyed by his actions that we can actually punch him. But yet, he is entertaining. VERY okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone there needs a thought that i have in my head. Or even better, a hammer to knock their heads with, pronto! You're such a duffer, and I despise you, Fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jovial,&lt;br /&gt;ellisa yasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-3372301372514945445?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/3372301372514945445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/3372301372514945445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/07/drfited-far-far-far-away.html' title='Drifted far, far Far Away'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-1529910185848127321</id><published>2009-07-05T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:34:40.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1st of July was fine. But, the 4th was great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SlCadPGtqyI/AAAAAAAAA0M/QNUiIo0smgk/s1600-h/Cameron+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SlCadPGtqyI/AAAAAAAAA0M/QNUiIo0smgk/s320/Cameron+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354949784005094178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mother, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SlCac3L4mhI/AAAAAAAAA0E/VI1zEXJ-ehE/s1600-h/Cameron+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SlCac3L4mhI/AAAAAAAAA0E/VI1zEXJ-ehE/s320/Cameron+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354949777584331282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;meet the metro, Azril&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SlCYKLDXvwI/AAAAAAAAAz8/JzPscQIndqA/s1600-h/Cameron+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SlCYKLDXvwI/AAAAAAAAAz8/JzPscQIndqA/s320/Cameron+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354947257476562690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SlCYJwwzgKI/AAAAAAAAAz0/lQWsLx4MsWM/s1600-h/Cameron+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SlCYJwwzgKI/AAAAAAAAAz0/lQWsLx4MsWM/s320/Cameron+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354947250419368098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SlCYJHTWOBI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZDRYzlmEDkE/s1600-h/Cameron+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SlCYJHTWOBI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ZDRYzlmEDkE/s320/Cameron+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354947239289960466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I-am-NOT-laughing *HARHAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SlCYI215vfI/AAAAAAAAAzc/d6vq3zC1Q3c/s1600-h/Cameron+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SlCYI215vfI/AAAAAAAAAzc/d6vq3zC1Q3c/s320/Cameron+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354947234871492082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sixteenth birthday was not all hoo-haa and filled with people my age or older dancing and acting like scoundrels. Instead, mine was a nice, surprising dinner at the Marriott putrajaya filled with laughter's by my family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect much from this dinner since we do this often for certain occasions. Dinner, nice conversations, late nights the lounge and things like that. But to my surprise, it was definitely different. My parents had a little surprise for me which I definitely enjoyed and frankly I wanted to cry! Okay, no. I didn't feel so. It was just simply, touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if a band were to come up to your table, having the whole restaurant to stand up, with a line of the cooks and waiters singing happy birthday along plus a huge cake with 1 big candle and six little ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy,&lt;br /&gt;ellisa yasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-1529910185848127321?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/1529910185848127321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/1529910185848127321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/07/different.html' title='Different'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SlCadPGtqyI/AAAAAAAAA0M/QNUiIo0smgk/s72-c/Cameron+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-6952192573868630367</id><published>2009-07-04T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:35:04.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sk4zE2ehowI/AAAAAAAAAzU/AUjm6_1KNPc/s1600-h/Peaches_Geldof_700429a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sk4zE2ehowI/AAAAAAAAAzU/AUjm6_1KNPc/s400/Peaches_Geldof_700429a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354273165426139906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peaches Geldof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-6952192573868630367?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/6952192573868630367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/6952192573868630367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/07/peaches-geldof.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sk4zE2ehowI/AAAAAAAAAzU/AUjm6_1KNPc/s72-c/Peaches_Geldof_700429a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-7856702557493726578</id><published>2009-07-03T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:55:15.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shake and drop it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sk4pt4waDKI/AAAAAAAAAzM/tfusXyYk0uk/s1600-h/03072009_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sk4pt4waDKI/AAAAAAAAAzM/tfusXyYk0uk/s320/03072009_008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354262875296369826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at six, called Fiqa asking is she coming over. The answer was no and feeling relieved, i went back to sleep. Woke up again at 9, called ibu and told her that i have to see teacher in school regarding some things. Got ready in like 30 minutes? Went to school, met teacher. Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu wanted to go to Subang Parade to get some alterations done. Called Fiqa up asking her if she wants to join us. The answer was of course a yes and off we went! Got some tops from Dorothy, had Dave's Deli for lunch, and brought home some big apples' and those little things from crocs together with that cute little ugly at the same time coin purse there as i hate bringing my humongous purse to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, tried those tops I got with Fiqa, discussed with her on what to wear for Iu Day for about an hour? And yet, we still don't know what to wear. Help? Fiqa went home around six and I felt, lonely. Okay no, I was not feeling so. While I was sorting my make up compartment, I noticed an essential, missing. In another word, finished. And it is the most needed one; the two way cake. Dropped by Subang Parade for about 15 minutes. Ibu stayed in the car and as for me? I ran up to Chanel and bought what I needed, badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had my dinner and I am currently playing restaurant city, happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ellisa yasmine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-7856702557493726578?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7856702557493726578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7856702557493726578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-woke-up-at-six-called-fiqa-asking.html' title='shake and drop it!'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sk4pt4waDKI/AAAAAAAAAzM/tfusXyYk0uk/s72-c/03072009_008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-4701940131240342640</id><published>2009-07-02T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:17:10.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DARYL,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ONLY REASON THAT I DELETED THE PICTURE IS THAT BECAUSE YOU ARE MY FRIEND, AND YOU TOLD ME TO DO SO. JUST SO YOU KNOW, WHOEVER THAT PERSON THAT YOU CLAIMED 'SPREAD NEWS ABOUT YOU' IS A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIM WHO IS A REPORTER AND ALSO A PARASITE&lt;/span&gt; THAT CREEPS UNDER YOU KNOW WHOSE SKIN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch(es), run along now and get a life to wake up everyday and be happy with, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry, for those people over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS IS IGNOMINIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-4701940131240342640?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4701940131240342640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4701940131240342640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/07/daryl-only-reason-that-i-deleted.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-7369822844283964013</id><published>2009-07-01T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:24:28.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when we look at you, we look down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends, movie, surprises from family, and this saturday + free calls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now, that's not so bad at all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;school was hectic. So hectic. I've got so many things to do that sometimes i jumble things up and that is bad. I need to buck up, p-r-o-n-t-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after hearing a word and two from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daryl&lt;/span&gt; today, I am upset. Not with him, not with them, but with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how they are&lt;/span&gt;. You can't stop people from being friends with others. If you've got issues with it, say it upfront. Please &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't act like a daft&lt;/span&gt; by provoking others and so. Don't make a fool out of you since as it is my dear, you are one already. Have i told you that the way you're acting is like how my little cousins act among themselves? Oh, Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they are 8. I repeat, E-I-G-H-T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Need I say more? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a year older,&lt;br /&gt;ellisa yasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-7369822844283964013?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7369822844283964013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7369822844283964013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-we-look-at-you-we-look-down.html' title='when we look at you, we look down'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-2445500878650636166</id><published>2009-06-28T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:13:49.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Skczfi7O1II/AAAAAAAAAy0/IDA-xCIQ8oU/s1600-h/BXQaG97kvori5t9vFMceDLx4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Skczfi7O1II/AAAAAAAAAy0/IDA-xCIQ8oU/s400/BXQaG97kvori5t9vFMceDLx4o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352303299197326466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SkczfRFdrcI/AAAAAAAAAys/FawlH0_Yzh8/s1600-h/BXQaG97kvori4q8jSPe6aQtwo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SkczfRFdrcI/AAAAAAAAAys/FawlH0_Yzh8/s400/BXQaG97kvori4q8jSPe6aQtwo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352303294408404418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lauren Conrad for Bazaar's shoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-2445500878650636166?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/2445500878650636166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/2445500878650636166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/06/lauren-conrad-for-bazaars-shoot.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Skczfi7O1II/AAAAAAAAAy0/IDA-xCIQ8oU/s72-c/BXQaG97kvori5t9vFMceDLx4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-6529867876280219069</id><published>2009-06-28T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T16:59:33.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>money static</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi, I-am-back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, everything is going fine&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*at least that's how I want it to be, sadly&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read Sha's WONDERFUL blog, and Sha, you're a meanie. Hands down, everyone agrees on that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHE, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was fine with the fact that I was practically with Daryl all the time since Fiqa and Sha left me. Thanks guys, I really appreciate it. And no, I am not being emotional. Do it again, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak heran pun.&lt;/span&gt; Okay, I should stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've got news. A big one. Open Day is this coming Friday. Wow, time flies. I don't really care though since my parents aren't coming. They always have this perception where teachers always want to fabricate facts on what I do in school. To be frank, my teachers will always try to sell lies to my parents saying I am obedient, hardworking and such. While on the other hand my parents will never ever buy it? Haha, can't blame them you know. The school calls my parents up all the time. What to do? They just can't stand how I am. Well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the teachers stop depriving on my rights and others too,&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop talking back. Promise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, IU Day is in less than a month. I am scared. Now that goes without saying, but I do have to admit, I am very excited. Manveer told me sometime ago that once I get this done, it's a big break for me. I hope? Anyway, I should actually be finishing my theory homework. Joy! Pfft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine,&lt;br /&gt;ellisa yasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-6529867876280219069?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/6529867876280219069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/6529867876280219069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/06/money-static.html' title='money static'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-24236390166336204</id><published>2009-06-24T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:03:33.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH YES, IT IS HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SkI_1m6Dt4I/AAAAAAAAAyc/-o2tC-NLeO4/s1600-h/IU.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SkI_1m6Dt4I/AAAAAAAAAyc/-o2tC-NLeO4/s400/IU.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350909497479247746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-24236390166336204?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/24236390166336204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/24236390166336204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-yes-it-is-here-click-to-enlarge.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SkI_1m6Dt4I/AAAAAAAAAyc/-o2tC-NLeO4/s72-c/IU.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-1274418331815257378</id><published>2009-06-24T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:43:58.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>comfortable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SkIrsJYxlhI/AAAAAAAAAyU/NVKkBKyWs_0/s1600-h/beyonce-marie-claire-june-2009-cover-500x343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SkIrsJYxlhI/AAAAAAAAAyU/NVKkBKyWs_0/s400/beyonce-marie-claire-june-2009-cover-500x343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350887344703641106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beyonce for June cover page, Marie Claire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-1274418331815257378?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/1274418331815257378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/1274418331815257378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/06/comfortable.html' title='comfortable'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SkIrsJYxlhI/AAAAAAAAAyU/NVKkBKyWs_0/s72-c/beyonce-marie-claire-june-2009-cover-500x343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-4949856511647160035</id><published>2009-06-24T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:33:00.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stressed out&lt;/span&gt;, that's how I feel. So you people can stop asking me how I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;with the upcoming IU, with two chapters to cover for add maths, with piano classes, HOW IN THE WORLD CAN I NOT SCREAM MY HEAD OFF :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back with my long draggy posts, soon. Promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy,&lt;br /&gt;ellisa yasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-4949856511647160035?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4949856511647160035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4949856511647160035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/06/stressed-out-thats-how-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-1517253620445628822</id><published>2009-06-21T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:54:30.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sj45xwqM14I/AAAAAAAAAyM/YqIt0dYP6pM/s1600-h/Picture001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sj45xwqM14I/AAAAAAAAAyM/YqIt0dYP6pM/s400/Picture001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349776934401005442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sj44RGIGnAI/AAAAAAAAAyE/UzTsnqZ8Dno/s1600-h/Image010-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sj44RGIGnAI/AAAAAAAAAyE/UzTsnqZ8Dno/s400/Image010-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349775273716259842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a few weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Father's Day celebration was B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ayah, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daughter,&lt;br /&gt;ellisayasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-1517253620445628822?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/1517253620445628822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/1517253620445628822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-year-few-weeks-ago-my-fathers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/Sj45xwqM14I/AAAAAAAAAyM/YqIt0dYP6pM/s72-c/Picture001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-1754020894104684376</id><published>2009-06-20T12:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T12:46:58.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SjxpofDyEqI/AAAAAAAAAx8/grBb3L5DUcg/s1600-h/hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SjxpofDyEqI/AAAAAAAAAx8/grBb3L5DUcg/s400/hero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349266601662354082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Topshop, for summer '09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-1754020894104684376?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/1754020894104684376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/1754020894104684376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/06/hero.html' title='Hero'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SjxpofDyEqI/AAAAAAAAAx8/grBb3L5DUcg/s72-c/hero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-2215338935329989907</id><published>2009-06-19T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:55:36.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Him and Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SjuKSkzHerI/AAAAAAAAAx0/1TpDhRSNsr4/s1600-h/17062009_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SjuKSkzHerI/AAAAAAAAAx0/1TpDhRSNsr4/s400/17062009_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349021034152950450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SjuJjY6vg6I/AAAAAAAAAxk/PK7eq1tQF4Y/s1600-h/17062009_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SjuJjY6vg6I/AAAAAAAAAxk/PK7eq1tQF4Y/s400/17062009_017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349020223509857186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*texting ezzat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SjuJjIMhCeI/AAAAAAAAAxc/zYwyX1fwTDw/s1600-h/17062009_056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SjuJjIMhCeI/AAAAAAAAAxc/zYwyX1fwTDw/s400/17062009_056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349020219021003234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE Fiqa's face in this :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SjuJjOD9uUI/AAAAAAAAAxU/4cA-F7BE8j0/s1600-h/19062009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SjuJjOD9uUI/AAAAAAAAAxU/4cA-F7BE8j0/s400/19062009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349020220595747138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fiqa said that this is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(great taste)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sorry for the bad quality pictures. They were all taken using a phone's secondary camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-2215338935329989907?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/2215338935329989907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/2215338935329989907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/06/him-and-her.html' title='Him and Her'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SjuKSkzHerI/AAAAAAAAAx0/1TpDhRSNsr4/s72-c/17062009_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-4441428058476810886</id><published>2009-06-19T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:14:19.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foot down</title><content type='html'>As you can all see, my cbox is filled with hate sayings, Again. I don't really care but I do have a thought that I would like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If disguising as another person is all you can do to take me down, you're no better than me. Giving someone a bad name by acting 'that' way brings you nowhere. I repeat, nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is something I say, a bloody waste of my precious time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the usual meeting today, for Leo. We had a short discussion on International Understanding Day and later on changed the bod a little here and there. A few minutes after my arrival to conduct the meeting, i was practically being bashed? Rudely. No names will be said here as unlike those people, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tend to respect others&lt;/span&gt;. I believe that I do not deserve to treated so and I am putting my foot down. The worst part is that it happened in front of all the Bod's. Both outgoing and incoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are rumors going on how I lead. There were also people saying the outgoing Bod's will sack me anytime soon. Perhaps on the day where I will get installed they said too. Last, there were also&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; racial issues&lt;/span&gt; being brought up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some also said; OH ELLISA IS THE TAN IN LEO, SHE IS OBAMA IN LEO etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, give me some time will you fellow great leaders. When I received this post I am holding onto, I was not given guidelines. So I am still learning. Please don't expect things to be all tip-top. I am sure the past presidents needed time too, correct?&lt;br /&gt;Sack me? I won the post &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;democratically.&lt;/span&gt; Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;And last, the racial issues. Only self centered, shallow, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;racist&lt;/span&gt; people would come up with such a thing and I feel sorry for all of you as you were all not brought up well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes I am a Malay, and I am a Muslim. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So what?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the rule where 'my kind' can't join nor lead the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*sighs&lt;br /&gt;I'm done, so done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amused,&lt;br /&gt;ellisa yasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-4441428058476810886?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4441428058476810886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/4441428058476810886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/06/foot-down.html' title='Foot down'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-7318825202769188275</id><published>2009-06-17T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:55:35.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty and rich</title><content type='html'>Right this moment, I am home and bored. I went to dentist yesterday to get my monthly check, and the doctor did some massive adjustment. It feels like the tooth fairy took all my teeth away. But she is definitely not your usual angel-like fairy. She is the unique one with red flaming horns. AHA, terrifying&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to taipan later on with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fiqa&lt;/span&gt; to get some things for IU done(yes it is near) with help from my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ashman&lt;/span&gt;. I should be getting ready since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fiqa&lt;/span&gt; is going to be here any time soon but I am just too lazy to do so. After taipan, we will be heading straight for add maths tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends got their result already.The fact that I only sat for two papers bugs me like hell. Especially sejarah. In school yesterday shambles jumped in excitement as she got a B for biology. Damn, biology was hard they said and a B is like Wow? Though I am not taking Biology, I'm glad my best friend passed, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dengan cemerlang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to run now. Need-to-get-ready, pronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy,&lt;br /&gt;ellisayasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s I've got my very own lady gaga's album already. finally :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-7318825202769188275?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7318825202769188275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7318825202769188275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/06/dirty-and-rich.html' title='dirty and rich'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-7915729326914294522</id><published>2009-06-14T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:04:29.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vehemence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAY SCHOOL IS TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how great! pfft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with Julia, Syaza, AND Aqilah! I'm happy. Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jovial,&lt;br /&gt;ellisayasmine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-7915729326914294522?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7915729326914294522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7915729326914294522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/06/vehemence.html' title='Vehemence'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-5236122860582854516</id><published>2009-06-13T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:23:46.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SjO2GvikPJI/AAAAAAAAAw8/2OwzlbWoDRQ/s1600-h/kate_moss_topshop_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SjO2GvikPJI/AAAAAAAAAw8/2OwzlbWoDRQ/s400/kate_moss_topshop_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346817409575828626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kate moss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no matter how screwed up she is, I still love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-5236122860582854516?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5236122860582854516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/5236122860582854516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/06/kate-moss-no-matter-how-screwed-up-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SjO2GvikPJI/AAAAAAAAAw8/2OwzlbWoDRQ/s72-c/kate_moss_topshop_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-7999342125418698605</id><published>2009-06-13T14:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:56:29.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up to scratch, indeed</title><content type='html'>I feel.. happy. No seriously, I do. I went out yesterday with my mum and my two brothers. Did a little shopping, and watched Night at the museum 2. Met up with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fiqa, Mil, Shambles, Hafriz&lt;/span&gt; and oh my, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Akid&lt;/span&gt;. I've missed him. What a great day, huh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, something crossed my mind. After paying a little attention to some gestures around, I realized on how some can be very good at acting all good and such. Some might just say that I don't know them to say so. But hey, truth is, I know them. Or to be more exact, that particular person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know who you are. I now know what sort of person you are and I feel disgusted. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So disgusted&lt;/span&gt;. You are actually indeed very good at making fabrications and twist facts. Now now, that's not the surprise I've came across. You are also great at making up stories? And you were pointing fingers to others? What-the-hell. But as I said, I'm not surprised. Not a little tad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After all you are the type who can't lead your own life so to make that pathetic life of yours easier, you just duplicate others. Correct? Don't try to hide now. I'm not done. Wait, maybe I should stop now. I wouldn't want to make you click your heels and say 'i need a life, i need a life'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not mad, I am not being defensive. I am just disgusted by You, my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I told the others, and the only thing they said was; Why are you surprised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they have got a point there now, don't they? You are noted for spreading nasty things about others. I wonder why am I surprised. Is it because of you claiming that you were the victim&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; all the time&lt;/span&gt;? Yeah, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, please PLEASE remember to walk a mile in that someones shoes before you criticize them. That way, when you do, you're a mile away and you have their shoes with you. That will probably end your miserable, dreadful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my principles and if you don't like them, do inform me since I've got others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reassured,&lt;br /&gt;ellisa yasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s you know what they say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keep your friends close but your enemies closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-7999342125418698605?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7999342125418698605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/7999342125418698605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/06/up-to-scratch-indeed.html' title='Up to scratch, indeed'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6926045471431789545.post-1001391640133930054</id><published>2009-06-11T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:13:03.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trophy jacket!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SjEQ2A2V1iI/AAAAAAAAAwU/F0J4OG1h6xM/s1600-h/wk41_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SjEQ2A2V1iI/AAAAAAAAAwU/F0J4OG1h6xM/s400/wk41_hero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346072752792393250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SS '09 Topshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6926045471431789545-1001391640133930054?l=skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/1001391640133930054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6926045471431789545/posts/default/1001391640133930054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skinnyandsuperb.blogspot.com/2009/06/trophy-jacket.html' title='Trophy jacket!'/><author><name>Ellisa Yasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321541423141631486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PYMqTmRhtQ/Tfhmy8S-kOI/AAAAAAAABCA/hvGft5m069U/s220/260217_1810367894789_1107735332_31560202_4805854_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WhHwembl5OQ/SjEQ2A2V1iI/AAAAAAAAAwU/F0J4OG1h6xM/s72-c/wk41_hero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
