<?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-4005558078042202076</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:09:29.565+08:00</updated><category term='badgirl'/><category term='hearts'/><category term='honeyahjack'/><category term='I&apos;m sad ?'/><category term='guys suck their own balls'/><category term='melted'/><category term='yes man'/><category term='highschool crush'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='29mths [180206]'/><category term='best aphrodisiac for a man is a naked woman ?'/><category term='blissed'/><category term='$$$$$'/><category term='fuckyou'/><category term='used to be'/><category term='now/never'/><category term='love / lust'/><category term='ache'/><category term='curly wirly missed'/><category term='cause i&apos;m NABIL&apos;S'/><title type='text'>HEARTLESS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-5105459954150838285</id><published>2010-09-01T02:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T02:47:25.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/TH1OBS1SasI/AAAAAAAACGk/K-_5rCnzqdo/s1600/40343_482800138218_821493218_6726783_8006818_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/TH1OBS1SasI/AAAAAAAACGk/K-_5rCnzqdo/s400/40343_482800138218_821493218_6726783_8006818_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511647303113534146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyhow, i was a happy girl just now till some things just swings off my mood. Thanks, i really needed that. I'm sooooo tireddddddd. I don't know what to feel anymore :(  What a good start for September -.-  I need to whine a little pleaseee? 1st, girl, you very irritating nak mampos. Don't burden me with your problems because i got much to handle now. 2nd, if you think you've beem keeping quiet for some time, then why bother? Pfft. My life's in a mess now. Like seriously. But i shouldn't really care about it right now because i think my brain need my bed more, byeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-5105459954150838285?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/5105459954150838285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/5105459954150838285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2010/09/anyhow-i-was-happy-girl-just-now-till.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/TH1OBS1SasI/AAAAAAAACGk/K-_5rCnzqdo/s72-c/40343_482800138218_821493218_6726783_8006818_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-8412177850118172613</id><published>2010-08-30T01:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T02:11:36.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;GUESS WHO'S BACK, ELLA'S BACK *cleans away the dusts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, I'm here to re-live back this dead blog. I doubt there'll be any readers but I don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same old me, same old folks, same old story. Nothing new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/THqbwJnrndI/AAAAAAAACCw/Fc8pZqMNu-w/s320/11.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510888345559604690" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/THqeOvFXHNI/AAAAAAAACF4/XPX5nSJ9ZBg/s320/videograb_AshleyFiolek_Lifestyle2010.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510891070035533010" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/THqcNa-g0VI/AAAAAAAACDo/_bwaeNNLcEk/s320/310469.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510888848434975058" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/THqcMg4GYpI/AAAAAAAACDg/tynqkZhUwQI/s320/308571.jpg" style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/THqePP6BWFI/AAAAAAAACGA/Vv9kMxhmBQo/s320/WhartonB-Millville-Cox-2009-012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510891078846339154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/THqbyi9cUbI/AAAAAAAACDQ/CfTGVk-JFmA/s320/0188747_m500.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510888386721501618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/THqbyC-PeaI/AAAAAAAACDI/tkHX9JnyVAE/s320/091409ashley0001.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510888378134919586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE THAT LADY RIGHT THERE. I LOVE HER AS MUCH AS SHE LOVE PLAYING IN THE DIRT WITH HER BIG TOY! XOXO&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/4005558078042202076-8412177850118172613?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8412177850118172613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8412177850118172613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2010/08/guess-whos-back-ellas-back-cleans-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/THqbwJnrndI/AAAAAAAACCw/Fc8pZqMNu-w/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-4892834007701163710</id><published>2009-09-24T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:51:30.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/ellahoney/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC08390-2-1double.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i394.photobucket.com/albums/pp26/ellahoney/DSC08390-2-1double.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling you one day I'm his, then one day I want you. Sometimes I asked myself when I'm with him, do I wish it was us. You know right from the start I never loved nobody else. And you know what I had for you was true. But I can't make things feel right when it's wrong. Idk why I keep running back when em' say you ain't sincere. Maybe because I loved you too much to let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(will be back soon. on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hiatus&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-4892834007701163710?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/4892834007701163710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/4892834007701163710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-keep-telling-you-one-day-im-his-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-4065066382736152231</id><published>2009-09-10T16:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:48:54.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat for my last paper. So it means tmr is the start of my hols. Woooweeee! And it was Dan's 18th birthday. Happy Birthday bitching buddy :D  After the paper ends, me with the rest(Ila, Cyn, Dila, Fafa, Mus, Dan) and Dan's bestfriend joined us and head the basketball court somewhere near our school. That was when Dan &amp;amp; me get drenched due to flying water bombs. Thanks to the peeps. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Shima bbyg came down and meet me after she's done with her p/t work. Sat somewhere near my place and chat. After sometime, Ila reached and joined us. Bbyg left us once she hug &amp;amp; kiss me happy birthday when the clock strikes 12. Messages started to roll in but only someone's name have yet to appear on my screen. Ila started to nag &amp;amp; curse that someone. HAHA. Wawan joined us sometime later. I started to wonder why he took so long just to park his bike. Then suddenly he came with a cute lighted cake on his hands &amp;amp; was singing for me a birthday song. I was speechless at that point of time that I could only managed to laugh. After I blow the candle and thank them for the surprise,&lt;br /&gt;Ila asked me " Do you want any birthday present? "&lt;br /&gt;Me, " No. "&lt;br /&gt;Ila, " Ahh, that's your birthday present. " *pointing at &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foxy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who just entered the carpark*&lt;br /&gt;I went speechless again. No wonder Ila kept cursing &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foxy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for not leaving me any birthday text. Hahaha. Make our way to Pasir Ris beach at 2+ and sat at the water breaker since we got no idea where else to go. Then head home to have my pre-dawn meal. Ila, thanks for coming down Tampines all the way from Admiralty, &amp;amp; Wawan from Serangoon &amp;amp; for &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foxy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from Hougang after you done with work. I appreciate the thoughts you guys had for me. The surprise was great, but your presence was still the best. And Shima baby, thanks for spending some time with me. I love you guys. Not forgetting tags from you readers, fb comments and text msges, thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my hair done at a salon near my place. I love the hairdo and it somehow looked like Shima's hair colour now. hehh! Shima bbyg picked me up in the afternoon and we head Downtown to have Hei Sushi for break fast. Met Shima's cousin, Zakiyyah there. Then met Mira at Coffee Bean since she wants to pass presents for Shima &amp;amp; I. Each received yummy cakes from Emicakes. Thanks Mira!&lt;br /&gt;After Zakiyyah &amp;amp; Mira parted, we decided to ride around. Pumped petrol first before we get going. Bbyg bring me to Paya Lebar randomly and she rode around Geylang Bazaar. HAHA. Rode passed Bartley till we ended up at Hougang Ave 1 &amp;amp; we lost our way back. How pathetic? So we bought drinks &amp;amp; find somewhere to have a break. Was damn funny, we kept laughing. I decided to text &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foxy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; since his workplace is at Hougang. Thinking that maybe he could help us out. But instead, he told us to come down to st51. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Org da sesat, die ade suro kite carik jln jumpe die. Memandai je. &lt;/span&gt;Tired of searching, we stopped right in front of a bus stop somewhere at ave 8 &amp;amp; told &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foxy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to pick us from where we are. Stupid or what. Hahaha! blablabla then head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Shima birthday today. Happy 20th Birthday baby. Ilysm. I know you love the gift I bought for you *winks*. Stayed home &amp;amp; watched Bohsia again at youtube. Speaking of Bohsia, I really wanted to say something to this someone, " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lu balek cebok lu pey muka, gua tgk pun da mcm TAIK! Muka da mcm tayar sotong, ade hati nak pikat pompan mcm tu.&lt;/span&gt; " Wuahahah! Sorry for being too vulgar on this holy month. I just could not stop myself. Ila should know who that was for. If you don't know, better call me up tonight ok baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T SEEM TO BE ABLE TO UPLOAD PICTURES &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;. IRRITS EH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-4065066382736152231?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/4065066382736152231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/4065066382736152231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/09/tuesday-sat-for-my-last-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-8233191847334597587</id><published>2009-09-06T22:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:00:41.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Spent the day with someone whom I've not met for 4 months long. Not even a phone call. Didn't even acknowledge each other when we bump into at school. So it was me, Nabil &amp;amp; a friend on a hot Saturday afternoon. I swear I could not stand the scorching weather. Both of them picked me up as early as 11:50(erm, around there I guess). Then head somewhere to get Sam's bike snow washed. To Cineleisure to watch Final Destination 4. Sadly, we're not able to catch the 3D show due to some reasons. Well, it was a great show despite the gruesome scene. Anyways, thanks for the movie treat, Nabil *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SqZKwnUWrcI/AAAAAAAACAA/7wufU2FGufQ/s1600-h/DSC08314.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SqZKwnUWrcI/AAAAAAAACAA/7wufU2FGufQ/s320/DSC08314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379069003989167554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SqZKwGfxrxI/AAAAAAAAB_4/vUJDj9K353I/s1600-h/DSC08310.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SqZKwGfxrxI/AAAAAAAAB_4/vUJDj9K353I/s320/DSC08310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379068995178704658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SqZKvrBCeVI/AAAAAAAAB_w/AxfYCuH5I-g/s1600-h/DSC08304.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SqZKvrBCeVI/AAAAAAAAB_w/AxfYCuH5I-g/s320/DSC08304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379068987802024274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SqZKvf06R2I/AAAAAAAAB_o/NjzM07R87Pk/s1600-h/DSC08306.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SqZKvf06R2I/AAAAAAAAB_o/NjzM07R87Pk/s320/DSC08306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379068984798365538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SqZKukfhq0I/AAAAAAAAB_g/gCRdbCKirMo/s1600-h/DSC08307.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SqZKukfhq0I/AAAAAAAAB_g/gCRdbCKirMo/s320/DSC08307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379068968870980418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break fast with Ila at town. Then later at night, it was the both of us and Wawan. So we just slacked around there till it was time for me to head Tampines. Instead of heading home, I met the birthday boy,&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; F &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;somewhere around my place and we just sit around and chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SqPGFbx2RDI/AAAAAAAAB-I/JF-a1qVHhmo/s1600-h/DSC08346.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SqPGFbx2RDI/AAAAAAAAB-I/JF-a1qVHhmo/s320/DSC08346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378360176668984370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SqPGFgHfrbI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/jaUUdKVC3nE/s1600-h/DSC08335.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SqPGFgHfrbI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/jaUUdKVC3nE/s320/DSC08335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378360177833520562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SqZJzRexN2I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/UVFE-OgdZFw/s1600-h/DSC08323.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SqZJzRexN2I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/UVFE-OgdZFw/s320/DSC08323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379067950155249506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SqZJyQbvVOI/AAAAAAAAB_A/jY7pLaxTHfE/s1600-h/DSC08340.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SqZJyQbvVOI/AAAAAAAAB_A/jY7pLaxTHfE/s320/DSC08340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379067932694238434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SqZJzFx8eFI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/SM-G5dxiqyo/s1600-h/DSC08326.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SqZJzFx8eFI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/SM-G5dxiqyo/s320/DSC08326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379067947014453330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SqZJyl3rKII/AAAAAAAAB_I/JeqmTOdhMbE/s1600-h/DSC08334.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SqZJyl3rKII/AAAAAAAAB_I/JeqmTOdhMbE/s320/DSC08334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379067938448550018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SqPGGp8JwfI/AAAAAAAAB-g/dREnsl8Ypl0/s1600-h/DSC08271.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SqPGGp8JwfI/AAAAAAAAB-g/dREnsl8Ypl0/s320/DSC08271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378360197650170354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hours away from triple nine. hehh!  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-8233191847334597587?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8233191847334597587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8233191847334597587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-spent-day-with-someone-whom.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SqZKwnUWrcI/AAAAAAAACAA/7wufU2FGufQ/s72-c/DSC08314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-4104656310636348123</id><published>2009-09-02T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:05:33.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Virgo ladies -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She will be similar to Leo woman in appearance. A slim woman who walks with confident and proud. She has an egg shape facial structure, high and round forehead. She likes to look straight as if she is searching. She is not a pretentious type and will always say what she thinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You will see Virgo woman walks fast. She will try her best to be perfect, to look perfect and to feel perfect even though there is no such perfection. She is very delicate of what and how she dress. She is bright and easily despair with obstacles. She likes smart guy who will be compatible with her, so if you are a rich dumb guy, you can forget about her right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She is not a very possessive or jealous person for she expect respect from her love one. She does not like a part time lover, or a temporary mate. If she finds her dream man, she will not go away. If she does not like you, she will always keep a certain distant. Act proper and appropriate is her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; discipline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She does not like and can not stand bad languages, cursing words or phrase. She likes a gentleman who open the doors for her. She wants to feel protected and when a man taking care of her, she will feel like a complete woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She memorizes everything about other people and about herself very well. She can really keep secret, you can trust her on this. She likes a refreshing and a mild scent. She is very delicate in maintaining her beauty, so you could see she is seriously picking soap which match and most suit her skin. Do not comments her on this very picky habits, it is her happiness in working full times as a self beautifier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She is not an innocent angle for sometimes she can be as tough as steel. Even she easily despair, she is not the type to cry over it. She is a shy type, so making speech in front of the room can make her nervous even she walks and talks confidently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She only search for true love , not just any love. Her love is an ideal one. She likes to think no one is neater and as effective as her, which can irritate you sometimes for there is no such thing. She likes sweet talk, but she can slip and say something unpredictable and unbearable to you too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When she stops getting mad, she will totally forget what she just said and be an angle again. If you have a date with her , you'd better be there on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flowers and sweet word can calm her down. If you want to say sorry , make it brief and straight forward. Do not drag your apologetic words into a long making it up events, it could lead you to another world war. She likes her man to dress nice and clean. She is good in details especially with money. Do not make she thinks that she is a clown or funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the beginning of knowing her, please try not to glance at other pretty woman so much. Early period of dating her, try not to hold her so much in public, it would not be a proper thing to do. She loves books, stage play and music and likes to criticize about them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Criticism woman is her icon including big and small things in life starting from your hair, your dress , and the way you talk. If you are in love with her, be as almost perfect as your can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from someone's blog. And I totally agree to it! Basically because, Imma virgo baby too. Ella's a happy happy girl right now. That explains the two updates for today. hehee! Was with the usual two after school. Was waiting for &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because he wanted to fetch his &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Then suddenly &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foxy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; called me &amp;amp; say he's already with &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; will be tagging along too. So, we just sat and joked around. Till its time for me to head home, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foxy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; walk me all the way to Bishan circle line since he didn't bring along any extra helmet. But, cute whattt! hahaha :P&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-4104656310636348123?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/4104656310636348123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/4104656310636348123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/09/virgo-ladies-she-will-be-similar-to-leo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-591039836403565218</id><published>2009-09-02T15:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:13:19.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to burn my office skills documents to a disc and pass it to my form teacher by today. But I left my thumbdrive at home. Greeaaattt =.= Bloggy is so rusty &amp;amp; dusty already. Reason is, I can't seem to upload pictures from my comp at home. Since I have nothing to do in class now, perhaps I should update   XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fri &lt;/strong&gt;My manager called me up and make me drag my ass off to work for three pathethic hours. She was so desperate because nobody can cover the full-timer and willing to pay me 8bucks/hr. After work, met W. And we waited hours for the forever late girl outside Taka. hahah! Head Clarke Quay with them to meet gf Shima, her cousin &amp;amp; her cousin nigga's bf. blablabla, home sweet home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sat &lt;/strong&gt;Went Geylang with mummy to search for raya clothes. I swear I hate going to that nasty place because it's so crowded and so warm. I just bought one, grey in colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sun &lt;/strong&gt;I had a date I had a date! hahah! Break fast with Shima at Simei Ljs after she done doing her hair. Ok, someone still owe me my G.I Joe &amp;amp; Angles &amp;amp; Demons dvd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mon&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376776334761930370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 241px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sp4lls42LoI/AAAAAAAAB9g/hhjxDLc4c8c/s320/31082009170-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worked from 12-7pm. Really had a bad start of the week. Break my fast late. Had tom yam noodles and green tea at downtown with Shima's company. Then I dropped by Emicakes to buy one small choco fudge cake. And buy myself caramel frappe(someone's fav). I know I eat a lot! hehh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tues&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376776354584193906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sp4lm2u163I/AAAAAAAAB9w/ehISdKVV3f8/s320/DSC08221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376776344632953346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sp4lmRqSCgI/AAAAAAAAB9o/zy-VIooFx4s/s320/DSC08196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worked from 12-7pm AGAIN. Dropped by ION before heading for work and bought Shima's birthday present. Had a stylist from my work place, Jane to chop off my undescribeable hair. It looked better and somehow organized now. hohoho! Thanks Jane! And thank you Shila for the hair wash :D Went Bugis ALONE to buy some stuffs for my upcoming legal birthday. haha ok (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376776372386165650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 196px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sp4ln5DKc5I/AAAAAAAAB-A/VAeHiaS0i4o/s320/DSC08236-1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376776362480130194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 241px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sp4lnUJYWJI/AAAAAAAAB94/8jTD0HV6DcY/s320/DSC08235-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-591039836403565218?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/591039836403565218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/591039836403565218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wanted-to-burn-my-office-skills.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sp4lls42LoI/AAAAAAAAB9g/hhjxDLc4c8c/s72-c/31082009170-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-7009839688742209598</id><published>2009-08-27T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:31:11.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mummy thought everything starts to fall in place. She's unaware that she's far from reality. &amp;amp; mummy doesn't know how badly it ache my tiny little heart to hear that somebody's name the first thing she wake me up from bed. I'm still so bruised. Mummy, all I want for my birthday is to forget my past. Cause I don't need any memories to reminisce at. Why would I, if it will only tore me up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-7009839688742209598?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/7009839688742209598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/7009839688742209598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/08/mummy-thought-everything-starts-to-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-2118127966435173222</id><published>2009-08-24T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:16:25.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger is still acting like a *****. I can't upload pictures still. And I don't know what the hell is wrong with bloggy.&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyways, the clock just striked 12. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;foxyboy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;just turned 19 a few mins ago. Well, Happy 19th Birthday! Wish you all the best in life, enjoys (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-2118127966435173222?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/2118127966435173222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/2118127966435173222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogger-is-still-acting-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-4926358230185092410</id><published>2009-08-22T13:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:34:53.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today marks the 1st day of Ramadhan. Happy fasting people! hehehee!&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, I would like to thank my CMB module teacher regarding the drastic change for the presentation date. My group was supposed to present our role play on the 28th Aug. But was push forward to 1st Sept. However, this fickle minded teacher of mine change it's date again within short notice. This time, we were made to present on the 24th Aug which is 2 days away! I have not started on a thing yet. Same goes to my group members. We're so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to meet babygirl yest but she got plans. So, I hit TM with&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Foxyboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; last night and watched Orphan instead of tagging along with W &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skaterboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to town to watch movies with them. After 2 long weeks of not meeting &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foxyboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, he is still irritating as ever! hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley Fiolek rides dirt like a guy. One note, she was born deaf! Still, she rocks her dirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q_UarCpHV0M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q_UarCpHV0M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I have problems uploading pictures. Bloggy, you suck big time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-4926358230185092410?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/4926358230185092410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/4926358230185092410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-marks-1st-day-of-ramadhan.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-7282129776637909231</id><published>2009-08-18T01:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T01:24:32.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 1:10am as stated on my hp. Am still awake. Bed has been calling me from just now but I insisted on updating my forever dead blog. I can't be bothered to update my weekdays because school is just plain dull -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sowu_5gLKUI/AAAAAAAAB74/xaxN0YtKORs/s1600-h/DSC07866-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sowu_5gLKUI/AAAAAAAAB74/xaxN0YtKORs/s320/DSC07866-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371720130848565570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SowzlOTrjiI/AAAAAAAAB8A/CPWSSjtRkI0/s1600-h/DSC08064.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SowzlOTrjiI/AAAAAAAAB8A/CPWSSjtRkI0/s320/DSC08064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371725170134978082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SowzlnrZp7I/AAAAAAAAB8I/HSpxzNAZp7c/s1600-h/DSC08063.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SowzlnrZp7I/AAAAAAAAB8I/HSpxzNAZp7c/s320/DSC08063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371725176945354674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sowu_bkutBI/AAAAAAAAB7w/aPVZjoMMeOk/s1600-h/DSC08060-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sowu_bkutBI/AAAAAAAAB7w/aPVZjoMMeOk/s320/DSC08060-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371720122814608402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sowu_FC_D9I/AAAAAAAAB7o/EHEVjJ5-T6o/s1600-h/DSC08059-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sowu_FC_D9I/AAAAAAAAB7o/EHEVjJ5-T6o/s320/DSC08059-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371720116767494098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Head home straight from school which ends at 3pm. Trained to Orchard at 7+pm to meet Ila and have dinner. Then we walked around ION till our legs screams for some rest. So we sat around Taka and just keep bitching(as usual). And did the bitchiest thing ever(which is not usual at all!). Too bad, I shall never disclose this matter. I know, Ila know, you guys don't know :P  Initial plans were to catch the last train and head home. But we ended up meeting up with &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prettyboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at Arab St. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prettyboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; then drove the 2 of us to meet the rest. Picked up &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prettyboy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bro at Sengkang, then have some drink(and I don't mean alcohol ok) at Mr Prata, Evans Rd. We wasted time thinking on where to get an adventure. From one place to another. Till we finally decided on Pasir Ris Park and we reached there arnd 5. Nak adventure ape, da nak azan subuh punnn. HAHA. Omg, I really miss em' company. Sadly, Munky wasn't there that night. Anw Afi said, they should call me Oprah Winfrey instead of Megan Fox because I gained weight already. Shitts, thanks eh Afi -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sowu-uHmN0I/AAAAAAAAB7g/d_VDe_bixBM/s1600-h/DSC07871-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sowu-uHmN0I/AAAAAAAAB7g/d_VDe_bixBM/s320/DSC07871-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371720110612821826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sowu-Kl2YrI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/MqgRTuod1Y0/s1600-h/DSC07873-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sowu-Kl2YrI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/MqgRTuod1Y0/s320/DSC07873-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371720101076034226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SowtpDnKLaI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/Q07r9rN19MM/s1600-h/DSC07979-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SowtpDnKLaI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/Q07r9rN19MM/s320/DSC07979-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371718638913596834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SowtouSvsmI/AAAAAAAAB7I/yYaHLmRnjX0/s1600-h/DSC07981-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SowtouSvsmI/AAAAAAAAB7I/yYaHLmRnjX0/s320/DSC07981-1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371718633190830690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had only 3 pathethic hours of sleep. By 12 in the afternoon, I was already with babygirl on our way to Sentosa. There was no sight of the sun at all. I didn't get to sunbath :(  blablabla. Bbyg went off at 6 to meet someone. And I was left to trained from Habour Front to Tampines all alone. How sad? I kept texting anyone that came across my mind that moment. All were busy with plans. Luckily the&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ex boyf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is around. And he accompanied me that night (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SowtntuWHGI/AAAAAAAAB64/pGYSaDH6T6E/s1600-h/DSC08000.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SowtntuWHGI/AAAAAAAAB64/pGYSaDH6T6E/s320/DSC08000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371718615858289762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Lack of sleep = Mate koyak) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Worked form 10:30am till 6pm. I almost die standing on heels for approximately 9hrs(+ the journey to work). Worst, I did not bring along any sandals with me because this girl here is too lazy to carry a bag. Serve her right! However, the happy girl who got her daily pay went to Rubi at ION after work and buy herself a pair of flip flops. woohhooooo :D  Then joined bbyg and Mira with friends at e!hub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SowtmxyP5hI/AAAAAAAAB6w/Mf-P4CCUTxM/s1600-h/DSC08054.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SowtmxyP5hI/AAAAAAAAB6w/Mf-P4CCUTxM/s320/DSC08054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371718599768532498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;School till 11. Quickly trained to Orchard AGAIN. And work my ass up AGAIN till 7pm. Work at a Salon but I dressed up like a crew at golf club! hahah! And yeah, I wore my school skirt &amp;amp; shoes as I told you earlier this fat girl is so lazy to carry heavy bags lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am here and not asleep yet. Class starts at 10am later. Time check; 2am?!!! Ok now, BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-7282129776637909231?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/7282129776637909231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/7282129776637909231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-110am-as-stated-on-my-hp.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sowu_5gLKUI/AAAAAAAAB74/xaxN0YtKORs/s72-c/DSC07866-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-3379026058577054704</id><published>2009-08-12T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:42:17.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a lot going thru my mind. Idk where to begin. I need someone to feel me, not someone who listens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck you, fuck you very very much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuz we hate what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we hate your whole crew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So please don't stay in touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Lily Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-3379026058577054704?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/3379026058577054704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/3379026058577054704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-lot-going-thru-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-4390869294375822347</id><published>2009-08-10T15:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:07:06.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sn_Q-15Z-3I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5Iq4n0c8Cko/s1600-h/DSC07722-1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SoGWgg_10vI/AAAAAAAAB5w/gt6LvGFKJM4/s320/IMG-0351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368737716160025330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sn_Q-dBzqfI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/JkrLF-FHauM/s1600-h/DSC07741-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sn_Q-dBzqfI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/JkrLF-FHauM/s320/DSC07741-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368239052211595762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sn_Q-C9vlmI/AAAAAAAAB5I/W8nktTbeqco/s1600-h/DSC07789.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sn_Q-C9vlmI/AAAAAAAAB5I/W8nktTbeqco/s320/DSC07789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368239045215229538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sn_Q96P5vMI/AAAAAAAAB5A/PCqSq1_fUnk/s1600-h/DSC07771-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sn_Q96P5vMI/AAAAAAAAB5A/PCqSq1_fUnk/s320/DSC07771-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368239042875473090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sn_Q9SEjnJI/AAAAAAAAB44/jQrju9-7sbA/s1600-h/UP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sn_Q9SEjnJI/AAAAAAAAB44/jQrju9-7sbA/s320/UP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368239032090467474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could not be bothered to keep updating bloggy. I'll just keep it short ok. As usual, the weekdays are wasted at school. Friday nights has always been set aside for friends. Managed to catch UP with &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foxyboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with his friends at Cathay. Later that midnight, met Ila somewhere at Hougang. Anyways, I mistook one particular Military Police Force guy at City Hall&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prettyboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; while on the road with &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foxyboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I literally smiled at that guy ok. I'm like so confident it was &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prettyboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cuz he smiled back. But when I turned back to have a second look, I noticed it wasn't him. haha! Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday was spent with family at Amara Sanctuary Hotel located near Palawan Beach to celebrate cousin's 28th &amp;amp; Singapore 44th birthday. Dropped by aunt's place after we had skyrides &amp;amp; luge ride at Sentosa yest to have our late lunch &amp;amp; to meet granny. Now, here I am updating my ever rusty blog on a public holiday. Note for self, I need to get my business environment assignment done in an hour time. In case I wanna meet Shima. I miss my babygirl a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-4390869294375822347?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/4390869294375822347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/4390869294375822347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-could-not-be-bothered-to-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sn_Q-15Z-3I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5Iq4n0c8Cko/s72-c/DSC07722-1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-1740499176269815311</id><published>2009-08-02T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:06:50.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday night was spent with Ila, W, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foxyboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and etc at town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnWiywXXOAI/AAAAAAAAB4A/LDH6k1xHJ_c/s1600-h/DSC07589.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnWiywXXOAI/AAAAAAAAB4A/LDH6k1xHJ_c/s320/DSC07589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365373523941865474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnWiylw_mQI/AAAAAAAAB34/gA6r_XrlXvE/s1600-h/DSC07590.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnWiylw_mQI/AAAAAAAAB34/gA6r_XrlXvE/s320/DSC07590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365373521096579330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnWiyQvNzCI/AAAAAAAAB3w/ys30JU49BVE/s1600-h/DSC07595.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnWiyQvNzCI/AAAAAAAAB3w/ys30JU49BVE/s320/DSC07595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365373515451976738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnWiyDXWxiI/AAAAAAAAB3o/1xcg10fdb3Y/s1600-h/DSC07587.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnWiyDXWxiI/AAAAAAAAB3o/1xcg10fdb3Y/s320/DSC07587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365373511862240802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnWjjW1fiZI/AAAAAAAAB4I/FfhjKEqYW4M/s1600-h/DSC07591.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnWjjW1fiZI/AAAAAAAAB4I/FfhjKEqYW4M/s320/DSC07591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365374358902507922" 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/4005558078042202076-1740499176269815311?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1740499176269815311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1740499176269815311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/08/saturday-night-was-spent-with-ila-w-k.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnWiywXXOAI/AAAAAAAAB4A/LDH6k1xHJ_c/s72-c/DSC07589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-2919050661411328662</id><published>2009-08-01T11:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T12:34:24.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnPA8LNpeqI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/KcavRFFZlhE/s1600-h/Picture-ella5-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnPA8LNpeqI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/KcavRFFZlhE/s320/Picture-ella5-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364843721163111074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ila came down tampines on thursday night to overnight at my place. Slacked with a couple of friends. The boys were great company. They made us laugh so hard till my jaws hurt. Then back to my crib and spent 3hours finishing up our cmb project which eventually ends at 5 in the morning! Had only 2hours of sleep. Bangun pagi gi skola, mate aku steam aje joyyy. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday afternoon, part with Ila at tamp intc then Shima picked me up before we head Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, yest I bumped into Hafiz, Alif, Naz &amp;amp; Ajan. Aku rindu dorg gile pig sia! Somehow, someone told me one of them said something I should not know. Anyway, thanks a lot eh old friend (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-2919050661411328662?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/2919050661411328662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/2919050661411328662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/08/ila-came-down-tampines-on-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnPA8LNpeqI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/KcavRFFZlhE/s72-c/Picture-ella5-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-6208806234742050822</id><published>2009-07-30T10:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:16:52.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364084537609741026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnEOd4Fk4uI/AAAAAAAAB3A/3bf40Wo5q7U/s320/P190709_0051-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364084249434347426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnEONGjNV6I/AAAAAAAAB24/MZ6y8bXevDo/s320/P190709_0048-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vivo on Sunday with Sexyboy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364083764479126578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnENw3837DI/AAAAAAAAB1w/6RqEHTNYiN8/s320/DSC07353-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364083770876765026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnENxPyMI2I/AAAAAAAAB14/pN5Xi0BHtLo/s320/DSC07354-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At work on Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364083779204183746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnENxuzmdsI/AAAAAAAAB2I/eHAn2m34I28/s320/DSC07430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364083787315723474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnENyNBivNI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/720Oh0o8NqM/s320/DSC07431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364083771362635042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnENxRmB7SI/AAAAAAAAB2A/6WYaOP41aSI/s320/DSC07429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364084249980886946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnEONIlg36I/AAAAAAAAB2w/_eK3VZrxasc/s320/DSC07497.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364084545909079522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnEOeXASveI/AAAAAAAAB3I/ANxmxGct9DQ/s320/PicEdit2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364084242978227378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnEOMuf8xLI/AAAAAAAAB2o/QZqaCEyEUJc/s320/DSC07495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364084237990825842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnEOMb63D3I/AAAAAAAAB2g/YALx9U-F-Qk/s320/DSC07464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364084232509982018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnEOMHgIBUI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/SVNwlIhTYU4/s320/DSC07460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-6208806234742050822?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/6208806234742050822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/6208806234742050822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SnEOd4Fk4uI/AAAAAAAAB3A/3bf40Wo5q7U/s72-c/P190709_0051-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-4945795225247434898</id><published>2009-07-26T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:46:22.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ella have not been updating because Ella could not find sometime to do a proper update. Am mad at the moment because I could not upload pictures and I don't know why. Stupid stupid blogger, erghhh :(  It's Sunday and here I am home sweet home. Planned to complete my cmb presentation which is due this Tuesday but as usual, I kept procrastinating. Thinking about work tomorrow jellied(?) my legs. I'll be working from 12-7. Guess I'll have to rush my way to Wheelock form Bishan right after class. Plus I'm quite beat from Friday &amp; Saturday. On Friday, sexyboy picked me up at Tamp after work where we head for dinner at ljs. Then trained to Admiralty to meet Ila &amp; W. After the boys got home, we head Ila's place and I spent my night there. I was half way thru P.S. ily when I finally knocked out -_-  Pathetic am I? So the next day met sexyboy again. However, our meeting place this time was at Jurong East platform. Then we hit Vivo. Had our late lunch, walk around, slacked. Being as sweet as always, sexyboy sends me home before heading back J.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop pretending we're fine. You know we ain't cool at all. So why bother looking all virginal and giving me fake smiles whenever we bump each other? I don't need any of em. Thanks for all the accusations made. One reminder, you ain't got no clue so you might as well keep your mouth shut. And thanks for the attention your bitches gave. Go ahead and tell them, I ain't losing a thing and they ain't gaining anything just by looking at me doing my thang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-4945795225247434898?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/4945795225247434898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/4945795225247434898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/07/ella-have-not-been-updating-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-191064564314830005</id><published>2009-07-19T21:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:02:25.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SmMj2maqxcI/AAAAAAAAB1M/-w7PB0OJp2E/s1600-h/B+%26+B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SmMj2maqxcI/AAAAAAAAB1M/-w7PB0OJp2E/s320/B+%26+B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360167402433332674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ella is so lazy to updateee. Ok, Ella is missing this group of people  :(  Especially Prettyboy &amp;amp; Munky. And Ella miss Aidin too. Plus Ella is missing Shima because Ella didn't spend the weekends with her. FYTIM(fuck you tomorrow is monday). Why must Mondays come around so fast? And why must Fridays always seemed so far away?&lt;br /&gt;PS. I can be your baddest little thing, xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-191064564314830005?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/191064564314830005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/191064564314830005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/07/ella-is-so-lazy-to-updateee.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SmMj2maqxcI/AAAAAAAAB1M/-w7PB0OJp2E/s72-c/B+%26+B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-8713105423449202585</id><published>2009-07-13T17:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T18:09:02.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlsEgKiOurI/AAAAAAAABz8/Oe1gL5MFcBo/s1600-h/DSC06771.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlsEgKiOurI/AAAAAAAABz8/Oe1gL5MFcBo/s320/DSC06771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357881132317588146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlsEg97bBFI/AAAAAAAAB0U/HLg6-_ofprk/s1600-h/DSC06905.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlsEg97bBFI/AAAAAAAAB0U/HLg6-_ofprk/s320/DSC06905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357881146113459282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlsEghAQaiI/AAAAAAAAB0M/UCLtFeMTejI/s1600-h/DSC06902.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlsEghAQaiI/AAAAAAAAB0M/UCLtFeMTejI/s320/DSC06902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357881138349107746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlsEgeHPbrI/AAAAAAAAB0E/kxURSqc5S_A/s1600-h/DSC06855.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlsEgeHPbrI/AAAAAAAAB0E/kxURSqc5S_A/s320/DSC06855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357881137573097138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spent my last Friday with gf. To Sheng Shiong all for you to grab some stuffs, then to Downtown East to slack at Mc Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was spent with 3 lovelies at the beach, Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlsFMHNpx9I/AAAAAAAAB0k/Adf7-QTtY8k/s1600-h/DSC07191-1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlsFMHNpx9I/AAAAAAAAB0k/Adf7-QTtY8k/s320/DSC07191-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357881887340218322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlsEhOC9vuI/AAAAAAAAB0c/vUulH-fF5XA/s1600-h/DSC07183.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlsEhOC9vuI/AAAAAAAAB0c/vUulH-fF5XA/s320/DSC07183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357881150440062690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlsFM3E2IpI/AAAAAAAAB08/TzC9-kwQMN0/s1600-h/DSC06960.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlsFM3E2IpI/AAAAAAAAB08/TzC9-kwQMN0/s320/DSC06960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357881900188181138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlsFMuJAYNI/AAAAAAAAB00/iwlAW_x3nlM/s1600-h/DSC07023-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlsFMuJAYNI/AAAAAAAAB00/iwlAW_x3nlM/s320/DSC07023-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357881897789710546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlsFMQ1SSBI/AAAAAAAAB0s/20ra33mCKd4/s1600-h/DSC07005-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlsFMQ1SSBI/AAAAAAAAB0s/20ra33mCKd4/s320/DSC07005-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357881889922369554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlsFNCP74lI/AAAAAAAAB1E/ymxA1EIrh6Q/s1600-h/DSC07117.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlsFNCP74lI/AAAAAAAAB1E/ymxA1EIrh6Q/s320/DSC07117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357881903187485266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And on beautiful Sunday, had a date with someone sweet. Shall call him &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sexyboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cause he simply melt me like m&amp;amp;m in the mouth, hehhe *winks*. Catch The Haunting In Connecticut at Lido. Had a walk around town, slacked, then home sweet home. Sadly, no pictures were taken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-8713105423449202585?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8713105423449202585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8713105423449202585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/07/spent-my-last-friday-with-gf.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlsEgKiOurI/AAAAAAAABz8/Oe1gL5MFcBo/s72-c/DSC06771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-4964082821118634470</id><published>2009-07-09T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:50:49.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlXmiPxs9mI/AAAAAAAABzk/RBWAyw8bPjk/s1600-h/DSC06687.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlXmiPxs9mI/AAAAAAAABzk/RBWAyw8bPjk/s320/DSC06687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356440807852013154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlXmhyIb4QI/AAAAAAAABzc/XFrLnv7FX3s/s1600-h/DSC06650-1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlXmhyIb4QI/AAAAAAAABzc/XFrLnv7FX3s/s320/DSC06650-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356440799894298882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SlXmiWEmAiI/AAAAAAAABzs/ud8nXJlA0fM/s1600-h/DSC06659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sk-KaHdNWBI/AAAAAAAABx8/M-KgUuEDo0k/s320/LGIM0010-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354650663249598482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sk-Kq3eQPVI/AAAAAAAAByU/yg1jH8tsqUI/s1600-h/DSC06524.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sk-Kq3eQPVI/AAAAAAAAByU/yg1jH8tsqUI/s320/DSC06524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354650951016791378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHA. I snapped this while waiting for the traffic right in front of Whitesands. Shima &amp;amp; me were laughing when we saw this uncle(above). Just look at him, he's wearing a helmet. Concentrate on the bike, opps, I mean bicyle -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sk-P7UZRVBI/AAAAAAAABy8/VERU_1Mj3uo/s1600-h/Danny2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sk-P7UZRVBI/AAAAAAAABy8/VERU_1Mj3uo/s320/Danny2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354656731216565266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And gawddd, this guy above reminded me that I owe him present lah -.- HAHA. Well, Happy 20th Birthday prettyboy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bitch really got me laughing hard last night. We were at Downtown East carpark. She was reversing her bike when she hit someone's Spark135 parked directly behind hers. Then what else, the bike stumbled to the ground lah. Passerbys all do head turns and watch the whole scene ok! I was busy laughing till I didn't help her pick up the bike. If the owner of the bike saw what happened, he/she definitely gonna pirap Shima I tell you. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucking pissed off with this particular guy on msn. Guess he's a despo? We have just chatted for less than half an hour then he came begging to me for my digits. Like seriously begging lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Guy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, do u mind if I ask for ur num? So if Im nt here, I still cn get thru u frm ur mobile. cn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I think its too early to exchange numbers, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Guy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But I hope u understand wif my situation rite nw. I nt online very often. so, Im hoping tat I cn hv ur num. anyway, Im here sincerely wanna keep in touch wif u. plz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Guy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hw Ella, Im hoping tat u open ur heart n trust me to give ur cntct num. Im beggin u Ella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm really sorry, I gtg. Tc. *then quickly block*&lt;br /&gt;WTH? Are you guys that desperate when it comes to asking for a girl's number? So irritating sia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-3258458236011991672?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/3258458236011991672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/3258458236011991672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/07/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sk-Mg5JXwQI/AAAAAAAAByk/qmBnlosfPJQ/s72-c/Isc8-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-184486209567096466</id><published>2009-06-30T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:39:04.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be meeting Ila, Dila, Cyn &amp;amp; Seha in two hours time for our group meeting at Bugis. Not forgetting, Dan &amp;amp; Mus will be tagging along to sebok2 jadi PIMP among the girls. HAHA ok no. They wanna complete their project as well. I should be having my shower &amp;amp; get dress this moment. However, I just finished with my part a minute ago which I started doing this morning at eight. Hohoho. My friends gonna be mad at me if they read this. Nonetheless, I don't think they should. Because Miss Dila here told me she haven't started on it yet! Some more can tell me she'll be doing after we meet up -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I fried some spicy chic drumlets &amp;amp; wings for family. I don't know what went wrong, the end result does not even look close to fried chics ok. And yes, this is my freaking first time frying chics. So maybe that explains the horrible outcome. And duhh, I got a whole lot of critics by mummy &amp;amp; brother lah.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: "Ape ni kak? Goreng pun tak tau, da tak rupe ayam pun. Tu pasal &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nabil&lt;/span&gt; pun tak nak. Barang rejected."&lt;br /&gt;Woooaahh, my blood boil already I tell you. Luckily I love her. It's been more than a month after the break up. But as I remember, mummy never stop pronouncing &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nabil's&lt;/span&gt; name even for a day. I know mummy loves him a lot. She never seen me so in love and so happy with anyone else except &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nabil&lt;/span&gt;. And deep inside I knew she feel how hurt I am to lose him. Mummy kept telling me to make up to him &amp;amp; get back together like a zillion times till I'm out of words on how to answer her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-184486209567096466?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/184486209567096466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/184486209567096466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-be-meeting-ila-dila-cyn-seha-in-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-4132699958198556316</id><published>2009-06-27T01:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T02:02:54.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SkUM7_Iw7mI/AAAAAAAABuE/eT4ayI32r08/s1600-h/DSC06478-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SkUM7_Iw7mI/AAAAAAAABuE/eT4ayI32r08/s320/DSC06478-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351697956899712610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SkUMtgSqJNI/AAAAAAAABt8/Bg_vwN5cr40/s1600-h/DSC06480-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SkUMtgSqJNI/AAAAAAAABt8/Bg_vwN5cr40/s320/DSC06480-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351697708101543122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SkUMtnZ5_pI/AAAAAAAABt0/edhqq1vgnQY/s1600-h/DSC06489-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SkUMtnZ5_pI/AAAAAAAABt0/edhqq1vgnQY/s320/DSC06489-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351697710010990226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SkUMtWqn9kI/AAAAAAAABts/s8o55HFtCeY/s1600-h/DSC06490-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SkUMtWqn9kI/AAAAAAAABts/s8o55HFtCeY/s320/DSC06490-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351697705517708866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SkUMtOQ0z_I/AAAAAAAABtk/uk-QHqSW8yY/s1600-h/Transformers+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SkUMtOQ0z_I/AAAAAAAABtk/uk-QHqSW8yY/s320/Transformers+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351697703262015474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bitch treated me to Transformers 2 because she die die want to watch but I was damn broke. Anyways, it was A M A Z I N G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SkUMtMrTV2I/AAAAAAAABtc/4txJqu8A2pw/s1600-h/MvA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SkUMtMrTV2I/AAAAAAAABtc/4txJqu8A2pw/s320/MvA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351697702836197218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Catch Monsters Vs. Aliens on Wednesday with mummy and Syakirah at Lido.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I gotta rush things because lil brother wanna use the comp. Nights people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-4132699958198556316?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/4132699958198556316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/4132699958198556316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-bitch-treated-me-to-transformers-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SkUM7_Iw7mI/AAAAAAAABuE/eT4ayI32r08/s72-c/DSC06478-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-7433132283930367407</id><published>2009-06-23T16:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:37:44.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SkCT2xkO6xI/AAAAAAAABtU/BMzStApJWdY/s1600-h/Picture-ella3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SkCT2xkO6xI/AAAAAAAABtU/BMzStApJWdY/s320/Picture-ella3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350438926543678226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm still hurt, so hurt by what you've said. I wonder why am I still in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-7433132283930367407?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/7433132283930367407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/7433132283930367407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-still-hurt-so-hurt-by-what-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SkCT2xkO6xI/AAAAAAAABtU/BMzStApJWdY/s72-c/Picture-ella3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-8899947122393464217</id><published>2009-06-21T12:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:51:38.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sj3F23hodKI/AAAAAAAABss/S0rHgQSg-is/s1600-h/DSC03146-001-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sj3F23hodKI/AAAAAAAABss/S0rHgQSg-is/s320/DSC03146-001-1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349649478794638498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello lovelies! A week of the holidays just passed in a blink of eyes. Nonetheless, not a single assignment have been completed yet -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr Hunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; been bugging me, so we met on Friday. He can talk &amp;amp; talk &amp;amp; whine &amp;amp; whine from the point we met till the moment we parted. Have always thought &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prettyboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was the vain-est guy I came across, but no. And I really mean vain ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Fri(I guess?), I was out with &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prettyboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to town. The very first thing that came out from his mouth the moment I went up to him was;&lt;br /&gt;Him : "Why is your hair so untidy?"&lt;br /&gt;Me   : "My hair will get worst once I put on the helmet lah. Can you pls stop blabbering about my hair?"&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously lah, he was that vain until I literally said "If u don't want my hair to mess up, drive a car."&lt;br /&gt;And I got him a pretty much nice name ; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prettyboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yest, I met Shima at night. Because I can't bear with the weather during the day. Met up with &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prettyboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; his friends for awhile somewhere around P.R(created my own short-form for Pasir Ris, tsktsk) because they were at someone's birthday party. blablabla, head Tamp to buy some stuffs. Then we're back at P.R. Walk around Downtown &amp;amp; dialled Aidin up. Since he told me he's at Downtown East chalet the day before. So the 3 of us just hang around there to talk &amp;amp; gossips. After Shima went off, Aidin showed me his sewed gums due to the bike accident he met with early this week. It really freaked me out! Aidin, get well soon alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sj3F3VCFcMI/AAAAAAAABs8/K8cqOzI6qnA/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx018.jpeg"&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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sj3F3VCFcMI/AAAAAAAABs8/K8cqOzI6qnA/s320/GetAttachment.aspx018.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349649486715384002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suddenly, I got the urge to post about the bestest bitch GOD created for me, Shima. If it wasn't for her, maybe I wouldn't be the girl I am today. It was so hard back then, the both of us fall out from love on the same week. But we always believed we have each other's back. Thanks for everything, I love you bitch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-8899947122393464217?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8899947122393464217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8899947122393464217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-lovelies-week-of-holidays-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sj3F23hodKI/AAAAAAAABss/S0rHgQSg-is/s72-c/DSC03146-001-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-5470381939350704832</id><published>2009-06-18T13:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T12:46:03.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday was real hectic. I was with no plans actually. Wanted to meet Shima but she got a date with someone. Dialled her but she didn't answer, so I was like "Maybe she's busy dating, lucky bitch!". Not a minute passed, she returned my call &amp;amp; decided to use me as a lifeline. HAHA! What happened was ultimately a blow off or should I say a turn off? Okay whatever, but the bottomline here is, I can't stop laughing at that moment &amp;amp; am even laughing right now. Anyways, I decided not to disclose this matter, blueks :P&lt;br /&gt;So what we did after that was to slack around because this clever gf of mine left my dad's helmet at her crib. Plus she wants to head home early to catch her favourite tv programme -.- Luckily &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was around Tamp, so I head 800+ to meet him. blablablabla. At 10+, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prettyboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; text me and asked if I care to accompany him to have his late dinner. Being such a good girl like I always am, companied him to Changi Village to have his meal while I had my all time favourite Heavens &amp;amp; Earth Green Tea huakhuakhuak :D  After a little chat, head to a friend's place &amp;amp; do nothing while the boys did some webcam-ing with a couple of hot girls, updating profiles and blablabla. Before I missed this out, I tried out Resident Evil 5 at a friend's xbox 360, and I totally suck ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was stay home day for me. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prettyboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; asked me out. But I plainly reject. I was feeling so down yesterday &amp;amp; not even being myself. Yesterday totally S U C K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet, well lets just name him &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr Hunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Agreed with the plans last night. However, I somehow screwed it all up. And now, I owe him one -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday pictures with &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SjneBA1vNHI/AAAAAAAABsg/OECfdowhRlw/s1600-h/DSC06230-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SjneBA1vNHI/AAAAAAAABsg/OECfdowhRlw/s320/DSC06230-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348550141465801842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SjneAsEgklI/AAAAAAAABsI/2QTK1AKjDvE/s1600-h/DSC06234-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SjneAsEgklI/AAAAAAAABsI/2QTK1AKjDvE/s320/DSC06234-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348550135890612818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SjneA2mEPeI/AAAAAAAABsY/h8F6_0Q51RE/s1600-h/P140609_161101-1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SjneA2mEPeI/AAAAAAAABsY/h8F6_0Q51RE/s320/P140609_161101-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348550138715717090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SjneA4l6oYI/AAAAAAAABsQ/2yNfeYYdQ2E/s1600-h/P140609_1611-1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SjneA4l6oYI/AAAAAAAABsQ/2yNfeYYdQ2E/s320/P140609_1611-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348550139251958146" 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/4005558078042202076-5470381939350704832?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/5470381939350704832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/5470381939350704832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuesday-was-real-hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SjneBA1vNHI/AAAAAAAABsg/OECfdowhRlw/s72-c/DSC06230-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-4755630988867532289</id><published>2009-06-15T14:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:55:15.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SjXy9B1hbAI/AAAAAAAABrg/5kgVJvzuMHc/s1600-h/DSC06234-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SjXy9B1hbAI/AAAAAAAABrg/5kgVJvzuMHc/s320/DSC06234-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347447262851197954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The reason why I did what I did because I'm assure you will not be coming back to me. I told them friends, you have never been this way before. And you seemed nail down with the decision you'd made even after I stood that low &amp;amp; put aside all ego(s). So I decided to take a step further &amp;amp; place myself at risk. Didn't know I have to bare all consequences in the end. Thou my feelings towards you remains as it is after being apart for a month, I'm not the girl you known 15months ago. If our hearts still beat as one, I bet you'll feel the pain too.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; imy, ily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drag Me to Hell was awesome + gruesome seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SjX1UoYeS1I/AAAAAAAABrw/PQgDs7RXyjM/s1600-h/Drag+me+to+hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SjX1UoYeS1I/AAAAAAAABrw/PQgDs7RXyjM/s320/Drag+me+to+hell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347449867358587730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SjX7osBa9hI/AAAAAAAABsA/t0RX0SZxCjQ/s1600-h/DSC06218.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SjX7osBa9hI/AAAAAAAABsA/t0RX0SZxCjQ/s320/DSC06218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347456809002792466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Head for work last Saturday. After alighting the train, I realised that it was raining heavily. I have no umbrella with me. Bopian already, so I ran across the traffic with those peep toes heels. Obviously, I was drenched lah. Luckily I was wearing a black top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-4755630988867532289?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/4755630988867532289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/4755630988867532289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/06/drag-me-to-hell-was-awesome-gruesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SjXy9B1hbAI/AAAAAAAABrg/5kgVJvzuMHc/s72-c/DSC06234-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-4248253686594619841</id><published>2009-06-14T13:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:07:27.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SjSOVI7ReZI/AAAAAAAABqw/NHxIlxd9xKM/s320/DSC06163.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347055151420111250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The week has been really hard for me. Time passed by &amp;amp; things happened without me realising. Last Friday, 5th June, was finally the day I decided to leave it all behind. And maybe God still loves me so He help me out. Well, I do face some shits at home. Specifically, real shit. But I just can't be bothered anymore, seriously. Picking up the pieces that fell apart wasn't easy at all. To stand strong after all that happened, is totally impossible. It took me a week to slap myself to reality. However, a week isn't enough to heal the ache. And now, I'm back again doing my blogging. Anyway, I'm losing a lot of weight seriously. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Prettyboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;said, "Do you know, you're the first girl I came across with a fucking small waist size?"&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;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SjSOVYXyU_I/AAAAAAAABrI/_KipFVh24jk/s320/P100609_235601-1.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347055155566236658" border="0" /&gt;Was with &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Prettyboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;(above) on Wednesday, I think? haha. He &amp;amp; a friend brought me to suicide bridge once done with shopping &amp;amp; dinner somewhere near the Botanic Garden. My legs wobbled like jelly once I realised how far I am from the ground. If I were to be there alone that night, I would have fall to my death, seriously.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today gonna catch Drag Me To Hell with&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at town, I guess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Will update more soon  (;&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/4005558078042202076-4248253686594619841?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/4248253686594619841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/4248253686594619841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/06/week-has-been-really-hard-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SjSOVI7ReZI/AAAAAAAABqw/NHxIlxd9xKM/s72-c/DSC06163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-4625905271672194002</id><published>2009-06-04T21:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:19:00.140+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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SifVj18SLSI/AAAAAAAABqQ/72YqVEit2GQ/s1600-h/DSC06123-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SifVj18SLSI/AAAAAAAABqQ/72YqVEit2GQ/s320/DSC06123-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343474294650449186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ila darling HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SifVkLW34CI/AAAAAAAABqY/dNCofCHQl_c/s1600-h/DSC06112.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SifVkLW34CI/AAAAAAAABqY/dNCofCHQl_c/s320/DSC06112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343474300399116322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Below is gorgeous Cyn :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SifVka2WiCI/AAAAAAAABqg/FebOxTB2YGU/s1600-h/DSC06114.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SifVka2WiCI/AAAAAAAABqg/FebOxTB2YGU/s320/DSC06114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343474304557680674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SifVjyQ3q7I/AAAAAAAABqI/kDEo4i9iA4s/s1600-h/4147_83071992886_693167886_1966917_6023415_n.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SifVjyQ3q7I/AAAAAAAABqI/kDEo4i9iA4s/s320/4147_83071992886_693167886_1966917_6023415_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343474293663050674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shima :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SifWoO5hoNI/AAAAAAAABqo/3oa6IDEhfFw/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx018.jpeg"&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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SifWoO5hoNI/AAAAAAAABqo/3oa6IDEhfFw/s320/GetAttachment.aspx018.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343475469580869842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SifU6SV3OXI/AAAAAAAABqA/DbewJsiib08/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx037.jpeg"&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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SifU6SV3OXI/AAAAAAAABqA/DbewJsiib08/s320/GetAttachment.aspx037.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343473580719421810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SifU5zron3I/AAAAAAAABp4/s1i_716Zm_M/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx015.jpeg"&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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SifU5zron3I/AAAAAAAABp4/s1i_716Zm_M/s320/GetAttachment.aspx015.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343473572489240434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SifU57ghAmI/AAAAAAAABpw/xUlRX6kyq5U/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx010.jpeg"&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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SifU57ghAmI/AAAAAAAABpw/xUlRX6kyq5U/s320/GetAttachment.aspx010.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343473574590087778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SifU5iX9ygI/AAAAAAAABpo/z_SSW90HhOU/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx006.jpeg"&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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SifU5iX9ygI/AAAAAAAABpo/z_SSW90HhOU/s320/GetAttachment.aspx006.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343473567843338754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SifU5U1LeGI/AAAAAAAABpg/OxsO4dUgLt8/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx003.jpeg"&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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SifU5U1LeGI/AAAAAAAABpg/OxsO4dUgLt8/s320/GetAttachment.aspx003.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343473564207773794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I laugh so hard today. My stomach almost burst. I'm glad to be blessed with great people around me. Classmates are great bitch-ers. And great jokers too! They never fail to make my day. And I love Ila &amp;amp; Dila for putting up with my everything &lt;3  Night At The Museum 2, here I come! :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/4005558078042202076-4625905271672194002?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/4625905271672194002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/4625905271672194002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/06/ila-darling-haha-below-is-gorgeous-cyn.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SifVj18SLSI/AAAAAAAABqQ/72YqVEit2GQ/s72-c/DSC06123-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-5810035251690800053</id><published>2009-06-01T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:43:19.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SiOUi5bzNSI/AAAAAAAABpY/NU-fusWKPU4/s1600-h/DSC07002-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SiOUi5bzNSI/AAAAAAAABpY/NU-fusWKPU4/s320/DSC07002-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342276910245426466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been temperamental throughout my 3hours at school today. Pity Ila and Dila have to put up with this bitch attitude. I had my virgin accounting test today. I can't get it done within that hour. If imma fail the exam on thurs, I gotta repeat this module which I won't let it happen. And I'm so tight with whatever projects till I'm unsure where to begin with -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-5810035251690800053?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/5810035251690800053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/5810035251690800053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-been-temperamental-throughout-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SiOUi5bzNSI/AAAAAAAABpY/NU-fusWKPU4/s72-c/DSC07002-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-3210315433738107634</id><published>2009-05-30T23:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:43:08.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SiFRQLfcG9I/AAAAAAAABpQ/AilHQe5s6Nk/s1600-h/DSC06008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SiFRQLfcG9I/AAAAAAAABpQ/AilHQe5s6Nk/s320/DSC06008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341639971442531282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been working my ass up from 12 till 7 just now. Mum &amp;amp; Dad picked me up from work. Waited for at least an hour till they finally arrived -____-  Head Bugis with Shima last night since we have no plans. Walk around, eat, blablabla then home sweet home. I'm days away from EXAMS! I should be panicking and also practicing accounting rather than doing this shittt. Anyways, Ila is dating someone right now! Not bad, not bad! hahaha :P That girl ring me up just. And I was fucking shocked. Because she finally top-up her forever-no-value-prepaid. hahahh! Have fun eh, tkmo notty2!  :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-3210315433738107634?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/3210315433738107634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/3210315433738107634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/05/been-working-my-ass-up-from-12-till-7.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SiFRQLfcG9I/AAAAAAAABpQ/AilHQe5s6Nk/s72-c/DSC06008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-878727087977089809</id><published>2009-05-26T19:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:26:40.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello lovelies! So yeah, I got the job and started my first training last fri itself. It's daily pay so I'll be loaded everytime I got home from work. Cheyyyy! hahaha! Sunday went to shop at Tamp with Shima. Initial plans was to head town but got cocked up. Yest was my third day training. My hands started to itch. hehehhee! So I decided to drop by Tamp 1 before heading home to do some shopping alone. Anyone who don't mind accompanying me, you can just dial me up ok? haahha! Imma happy happy girl right now (:  I jolly well know I have to save some $$$ but I can't resist the temptations. And omgggggggg great singapore sale is just around the corner or whatttt??!!!! It's end of the month already I'm sure mummy got $$$ (ka-ching! ka-ching!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ShvfTk9cD7I/AAAAAAAABoI/tTps8RhS1xw/s1600-h/DSC05921-1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ShvfTk9cD7I/AAAAAAAABoI/tTps8RhS1xw/s320/DSC05921-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340107310609731506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have I told you guys, I'm losing so much weight? No, I didn't measure myself on the weighing scale since 3weeks ago. Just take a look at the pic above. I'm not meaty compared to the past and look at my thighs, so thin!!! I swear I don't want to lose another kilo anymore. I don't want to be anorexic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tmr SW sia! 2.4km run for sure will kill me -___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-878727087977089809?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/878727087977089809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/878727087977089809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-lovelies-so-yeah-i-got-job-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ShvfTk9cD7I/AAAAAAAABoI/tTps8RhS1xw/s72-c/DSC05921-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-5104360056965578355</id><published>2009-05-21T20:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:29:45.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ShVVE9_bcII/AAAAAAAABoA/xUWM85_XVT0/s1600-h/DSC01924-1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ShVVE9_bcII/AAAAAAAABoA/xUWM85_XVT0/s320/DSC01924-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338266477166030978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Iwanttorunawayfromlife,problemsandwhatevershitsthat'sbeenhappening.&lt;br /&gt;Iwanttoletgoofeverythingandshutmyselfupfromthisworld.&lt;br /&gt;Iwanttoshoutsoloudtillmythroatcomeoutandmylungsburst.&lt;br /&gt;Idoubtinholdingthisanylonger.Ijustcan'tstandplayingpretendanymore.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm bitching with a classmate on FB. This guy can bitch like a girl or what?! hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-5104360056965578355?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/5104360056965578355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/5104360056965578355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/05/idontknowwhyimfeelingthisway.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ShVVE9_bcII/AAAAAAAABoA/xUWM85_XVT0/s72-c/DSC01924-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-3090559530734584857</id><published>2009-05-20T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:08:13.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I almost lose my mobile phone to a bangla at Pasir Ris yest. Lucky me, he returned it back. hehoheho (:  I got a date with Susan on Friday at Wheelock. Ok no, it's not a date. I'll be going for a job interviewww!!! People, please wish me luck ok! Love you all, mwahh!  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-3090559530734584857?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/3090559530734584857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/3090559530734584857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-almost-lose-my-mobile-phone-to-bangla.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-6885091409734862943</id><published>2009-05-18T18:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:45:47.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ShFKahPllhI/AAAAAAAABn4/wEXAyZ5gZpg/s1600-h/DSC04927-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337128852871550482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ShFKahPllhI/AAAAAAAABn4/wEXAyZ5gZpg/s320/DSC04927-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My behaviour might have drained you. Maybe it's too much for you to take in all this. It is for me too. You've been reminding me not to make quick decisions. Yet, I keep repeating them. Nabil, all I've ever wished for is you to understand my needs. I never wanted the money you worked for till you're half crazy. If I were to have lots and lots of cash in my piggy bank, I would have definitely pay you a better rate for spending time with me rather than knowing you have to go thru all those shits for just a pathethic amount, I swear. I need you, and I need your attention. You said you've tried your best. Yes, you've tried your best convincing me with words, not your actions. I shouldn't be selfish. I know you're damn beat with whatever thats been happening. It's been hard for you. Problems keep piling your back, plus I'm not helping at all. Nevertheless, I don't want to be the only person doing the giving. How can I keep understanding you if it's been the same for every week? I'm not trying to put you in the bad light here. Because there's no such thing as only one party is in the wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-6885091409734862943?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/6885091409734862943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/6885091409734862943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-behaviour-might-have-drained-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ShFKahPllhI/AAAAAAAABn4/wEXAyZ5gZpg/s72-c/DSC04927-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-5103277021856711872</id><published>2009-05-17T18:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:40:01.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sg_xNHOziJI/AAAAAAAABno/YSBqVC7k8Zk/s1600-h/DSC05789-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sg_sC_SWg6I/AAAAAAAABmI/9oOo48fC9A4/s320/DSC05835-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336743619549627298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sg_sCwDQOhI/AAAAAAAABmA/ZVO9vxUksxI/s1600-h/DSC05829-1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sg_sCwDQOhI/AAAAAAAABmA/ZVO9vxUksxI/s320/DSC05829-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336743615459768850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caller : Hello. May I speak to Ila?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yes, Ila speaking. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Caller : I'm a friend of Ila.&lt;br /&gt;Me : This is Ila speaking. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you have friends with the same name. I was like so fucking confused alrdy ok. heheee! Met my bitches at Bugis yest. Proceed Tong Seng to have our late lunch. As usual, I had my all time favourite prawn noodle :D We walk around the new shopping mall, Illuma aimlessly. Then slacked around a hotel behind Raffles Hospital. Next, head City Hall to meet Ila's friends there. I'll write more next time. Maybe? hohoho! Ok chow chin chi :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I may have failed, but I have loved you from the start&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-5103277021856711872?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/5103277021856711872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/5103277021856711872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/05/caller-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sg_xNHOziJI/AAAAAAAABno/YSBqVC7k8Zk/s72-c/DSC05789-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-8791519844862303425</id><published>2009-05-15T22:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:46:12.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sg4f-_4TeAI/AAAAAAAABlg/I2oOk5lnvzs/s1600-h/DSC05767-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sg4f-_4TeAI/AAAAAAAABlg/I2oOk5lnvzs/s320/DSC05767-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336237775640557570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pictures on Shima's lappy are piling already. I take pictures and webcam with several people like nobody's business. hahah! And my hair was tied up that way through out the webcam session or what. geeee ;)  I really gotta go right now, so good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-8791519844862303425?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8791519844862303425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8791519844862303425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-pictures-on-shimas-lappy-is-piling.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sg4f-_4TeAI/AAAAAAAABlg/I2oOk5lnvzs/s72-c/DSC05767-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-1998419363001295675</id><published>2009-05-11T11:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:04:07.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sget3urKVTI/AAAAAAAABlM/ktojp5yot7Y/s1600-h/DSC04063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sget3urKVTI/AAAAAAAABlM/ktojp5yot7Y/s320/DSC04063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334423456577115442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caught with a high fever since fri afternoon. Still, I make my way to meet Shima after I left Nabil's place because I miss her so bloody much. I very degil one, thought I'd be ok. Unfortunately, I was wrong. My body was fucking hot and the thermometer reads 39.1. I measured myself again in the middle of the night and it was 39.9 ok. I swear I never felt this weak or been this sick before. Idk why I got all emo and started to break down tak tentu pasal. Talk to Nabil then ok alrdy. hahha -.- Slept all the way the following day. And I throw up three times. It was really bad. That little bro of mine should be accompanying me at home on sat since the rest went to gmum's place. But he ended up playing takraw happily with his friends at 5+ leaving his sick sister alone. Mum took me to the clinic yest and alhamdullilah, I'm getting well. Anyways, last sat was my five month anni with Nabil. And this coming fri will be our fourteen months know-each-other :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scream&lt;br /&gt;U scream&lt;br /&gt;We all scream&lt;br /&gt;For ice-cream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-1998419363001295675?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1998419363001295675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1998419363001295675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/05/caught-with-fever-since-fri-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sget3urKVTI/AAAAAAAABlM/ktojp5yot7Y/s72-c/DSC04063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-3711698687005889834</id><published>2009-05-07T21:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:35:42.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SgLlRQoxfNI/AAAAAAAABkk/DkY1PTH0Cps/s1600-h/DSC05655-2.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SgLlRQoxfNI/AAAAAAAABkk/DkY1PTH0Cps/s320/DSC05655-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333076993446608082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SgLlRA5y89I/AAAAAAAABkc/ch2Z5CQeZmQ/s1600-h/DSC05644-1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SgLlRA5y89I/AAAAAAAABkc/ch2Z5CQeZmQ/s320/DSC05644-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333076989223039954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SgLsJqt6rAI/AAAAAAAABlE/mHlQjvQOnvM/s1600-h/DSC05658-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SgLsJqt6rAI/AAAAAAAABlE/mHlQjvQOnvM/s320/DSC05658-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333084559589944322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is not doing me any good. And I'm hating life so much more right now. urggghhhh! Lucky I'm blessed with those two bitches above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-3711698687005889834?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/3711698687005889834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/3711698687005889834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/05/school-is-not-doing-me-any-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SgLlRQoxfNI/AAAAAAAABkk/DkY1PTH0Cps/s72-c/DSC05655-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-1583030330250508023</id><published>2009-05-05T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:30:50.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SgBLlniUO4I/AAAAAAAABkU/KHMnIEfwzxw/s1600-h/DSC03870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SgBLlniUO4I/AAAAAAAABkU/KHMnIEfwzxw/s320/DSC03870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332345068446825346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"My nose stud will be confiscated if I get caught once again" is the stupid-est sentence I ever wrote before receiving my ez-link card. uurghhh! And I swear my picture look so freaking ugly on that card. Dark some more! Like come on ah, I look so much fair-er in person sia!*kerek face* Plus, I look like a fat person down there. So chubby. Maybe I am lah. But I'm sooooooooooooooo not happy lah ok. I miss being a blonde(feeling blonde aje ehh). I still have a few streaks but still not as nice as the previous hairdo. School=cannot do this, cannot do that. Sumpah whatever eh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-1583030330250508023?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1583030330250508023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1583030330250508023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-nose-stud-will-be-confiscated-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SgBLlniUO4I/AAAAAAAABkU/KHMnIEfwzxw/s72-c/DSC03870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-8294716340988910132</id><published>2009-05-03T14:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:24:15.027+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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sf1LQHFxHwI/AAAAAAAABkM/w63ynmUX9iw/s1600-h/DSC01440-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sf1LQHFxHwI/AAAAAAAABkM/w63ynmUX9iw/s320/DSC01440-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331500274029764354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY BITCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My bitch, Dila, turn eighteen today. The other bitch, Ila have been legal since few months ago. Guess, I'll just have to wait patiently. So, I'm taking this chance to inform all of you that my birthday falls on 090909. Buy me presents ok? Heee tak malu ;)   And I hope daddy tak paitao. He wants me to enroll bike license once I turn 18. He better save up his money already. When I tell mummy about it, she say "bapak kau nak kau mampos siang" hahahhh wth? She's never been an optimistic person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why blog hoppers have issues with me. Leaving comments on how I dress up and jumping to conclusion that I'm trying to show others I'm easy to get, is not something duteous to say to a person. What more to someone you don't know anything about? I do put on decent clothing, but at times I let myself be flexible. It seem so absurd for you guys to be saying such things when the person have the right to do/wear what they feel comfortable in. I dress for myself, and not for others.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Korg sape sia nk bebual mcm da kenal aku 17 tahun gitu. Mak aku yg bace blog aku hari2 pun takde ckp pape. Bpk aku pesan, jgn slalu mengata org, nnt diri sendiri tk terjage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sf1LP6gyQII/AAAAAAAABkE/6NMgUDFef78/s1600-h/DSC05443-1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sf1LP6gyQII/AAAAAAAABkE/6NMgUDFef78/s320/DSC05443-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331500270653423746" 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/4005558078042202076-8294716340988910132?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8294716340988910132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8294716340988910132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-18th-birthday-bitch-my-bitch-dila.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sf1LQHFxHwI/AAAAAAAABkM/w63ynmUX9iw/s72-c/DSC01440-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-1058465598838968154</id><published>2009-05-02T12:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:32:52.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfvMhAr3qVI/AAAAAAAABjs/TWFYua_h3Lc/s1600-h/DSC05465-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfvMhAr3qVI/AAAAAAAABjs/TWFYua_h3Lc/s320/DSC05465-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331079451414866258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honey is contented with self that she managed to understand a thing about accounts. Yayy! I spent my labour day wisely. Ok, I have to admit it was a dull one. But they say, in life you need to make sacrifices. So I made one yest. I never knew life would be this hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-1058465598838968154?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1058465598838968154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1058465598838968154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/05/honey-is-contented-with-self-that-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfvMhAr3qVI/AAAAAAAABjs/TWFYua_h3Lc/s72-c/DSC05465-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-3872234728318156502</id><published>2009-04-27T21:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:21:48.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfZnyTUExtI/AAAAAAAABjk/xHHibb6wG0U/s1600-h/DSC09039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfZnyTUExtI/AAAAAAAABjk/xHHibb6wG0U/s320/DSC09039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329561322915153618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Truth is, the person that you love most is the person that will hurt you most. I keep tripping and I doubt in getting up again. As said before, I'm just too numbed by everything. Too weak to even cry a tear. Not even knowing how am I suppose to react. All this seems so precipitous. Once, I was over the moon. Now, here I am lying restless. But I'm certain, there's no turning back again. Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go ahead just leave, can't hold you, you're free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You take all these things, if they mean so much to you&lt;br /&gt;I gave you your dream, cause you meant the world&lt;br /&gt;So did I deserve to be left here hurt&lt;br /&gt;You think I don't know, you're out of control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-3872234728318156502?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/3872234728318156502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/3872234728318156502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/04/truth-is-person-that-you-love-most-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfZnyTUExtI/AAAAAAAABjk/xHHibb6wG0U/s72-c/DSC09039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-7344292815796340979</id><published>2009-04-26T21:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:30:07.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfRu2CukocI/AAAAAAAABjE/KVzJWUwhHaI/s1600-h/DSC00978-1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfRu2CukocI/AAAAAAAABjE/KVzJWUwhHaI/s320/DSC00978-1%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329006133810340290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone, please tell me why am I eating so much! Class ends at 11 tomorrow. And that is why I love Monday so much. I'm already numbed by everything that has happened. I'm still trying to pick up the pieces that fell apart. And get back to where I was before I trip. Let's just see if I can manage on my own after things complicate. Ok, now I have a sudden crave for peppermint ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;Tip on dating a lady : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take out your wallet. And put down the card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-7344292815796340979?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/7344292815796340979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/7344292815796340979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/04/someone-please-tell-me-why-am-i-eating.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfRu2CukocI/AAAAAAAABjE/KVzJWUwhHaI/s72-c/DSC00978-1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-4573635963176336398</id><published>2009-04-25T13:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T13:51:23.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfKhgY-yORI/AAAAAAAABi0/GW4plfDfAgI/s1600-h/DSC05131-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfKhgY-yORI/AAAAAAAABi0/GW4plfDfAgI/s320/DSC05131-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328498886966393106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Current hair colour: Basic &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bored to death&lt;br /&gt;Hate(s): Life, school&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-4573635963176336398?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/4573635963176336398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/4573635963176336398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/04/current-hair-colour-basic-black-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfKhgY-yORI/AAAAAAAABi0/GW4plfDfAgI/s72-c/DSC05131-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-1529835617781755985</id><published>2009-04-23T10:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:52:33.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been neglecting bloggie since school started. Instead of doing accounts, I choose to update my rusty blog after so long procrastinating. Tell me, how can an E8 graded for maths supposse to do accounts? Life been a bitch. And school seriously worn me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfHORRahXJI/AAAAAAAABiM/cmyOz52otm0/s1600-h/DSC05259.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfHORRahXJI/AAAAAAAABiM/cmyOz52otm0/s320/DSC05259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328266630283746450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfHORBbyo2I/AAAAAAAABiE/70ceVHgM_gs/s1600-h/DSC05261.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfHORBbyo2I/AAAAAAAABiE/70ceVHgM_gs/s320/DSC05261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328266625994105698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfHN2xeOHFI/AAAAAAAABhk/dSR3T_wzo24/s1600-h/DSC05191.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfHN2xeOHFI/AAAAAAAABhk/dSR3T_wzo24/s320/DSC05191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328266175032728658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 best bitches (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfHORbpqBDI/AAAAAAAABiU/Olmhy40dE7w/s1600-h/DSC01418.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfHORbpqBDI/AAAAAAAABiU/Olmhy40dE7w/s320/DSC01418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328266633031582770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Dila ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfHN2qxOhsI/AAAAAAAABhc/-V-YKxbbIHs/s1600-h/DSC05198.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfHN2qxOhsI/AAAAAAAABhc/-V-YKxbbIHs/s320/DSC05198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328266173233399490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfHN25keBaI/AAAAAAAABhs/rPg97lLKIxg/s1600-h/DSC05227.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfHN25keBaI/AAAAAAAABhs/rPg97lLKIxg/s320/DSC05227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328266177206420898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfHN3Pp-VpI/AAAAAAAABh0/ZMOil0UnWj8/s1600-h/DSC05228.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfHN3Pp-VpI/AAAAAAAABh0/ZMOil0UnWj8/s320/DSC05228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328266183135090322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, meet Ila;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfHR-YecxRI/AAAAAAAABis/13l-9f8k0eI/s1600-h/DSC05239.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfHR-YecxRI/AAAAAAAABis/13l-9f8k0eI/s320/DSC05239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328270703808267538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfHRwGxSUYI/AAAAAAAABik/X0jCi3_cTv8/s1600-h/DSC01442.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfHRwGxSUYI/AAAAAAAABik/X0jCi3_cTv8/s320/DSC01442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328270458537267586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4005558078042202076-1529835617781755985?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1529835617781755985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1529835617781755985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-been-neglecting-bloggie-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SfHORRahXJI/AAAAAAAABiM/cmyOz52otm0/s72-c/DSC05259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-3495731039081844375</id><published>2009-04-12T19:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:10:13.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nabil decided to make a change yest. So, we rode 135. Obviously it's not Nabil's side bike lah, it's Naz's. The probation plate speaks for itself.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SeHTe8kU3uI/AAAAAAAABgk/q-75gxtoeGg/s1600-h/DSC04986-1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SeHTe8kU3uI/AAAAAAAABgk/q-75gxtoeGg/s320/DSC04986-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323768763136663266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, Nabil's KR(behind) has been painted glossy black a week ago. Not much diff from the previous one which is metallic black. No doubt he like the new look of his baby right now.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SeHVLPdZjMI/AAAAAAAABhE/9m4AHrBFl4c/s1600-h/DSC04738.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SeHVLPdZjMI/AAAAAAAABhE/9m4AHrBFl4c/s320/DSC04738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323770623633755330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So today I bring Nabil all around Singapore with my new dr-z and he is my first pillion! You should be honoured ok! Ni motor 400cc sial, don't play play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SeHTfCH7n2I/AAAAAAAABgs/1GwbVqfkGdM/s1600-h/DSC05045-1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SeHTfCH7n2I/AAAAAAAABgs/1GwbVqfkGdM/s320/DSC05045-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323768764628180834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SeHTfPA3eXI/AAAAAAAABg0/92K7l_Qe2gk/s1600-h/DSC05044-1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SeHTfPA3eXI/AAAAAAAABg0/92K7l_Qe2gk/s320/DSC05044-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323768768088209778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buto la Ella, belum dpt lesen 2b da berangan nak bwk motor lesen 2a. Abe bwk pillion plak tu! Eh, but you all look carefully at the tank lah. Go click the pic. It's stated Suzuki DR-Z sia! Ok la, it's noticeable that I edited. hahahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SeHTev_BbfI/AAAAAAAABgc/44-iqJLcHbQ/s1600-h/DSC05037.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SeHTev_BbfI/AAAAAAAABgc/44-iqJLcHbQ/s320/DSC05037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323768759758974450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tomorrow will be my first day of school. See you in the morning Nabil! babi kau :P Below is Soyjoy ad. Go have a peek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g2X64F6IzQg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g2X64F6IzQg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-3495731039081844375?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/3495731039081844375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/3495731039081844375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/04/nabil-decided-to-make-change-yest.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SeHTe8kU3uI/AAAAAAAABgk/q-75gxtoeGg/s72-c/DSC04986-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-2712196543371481838</id><published>2009-04-10T11:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:41:06.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sd6_UCWB_lI/AAAAAAAABf0/aDZlPXz2RpI/s1600-h/syam.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sd6_UCWB_lI/AAAAAAAABf0/aDZlPXz2RpI/s320/syam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322902160546070098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY SYAMSIAH! May GOD bless you with wonderful things ahead. Ily, imy! See you soon ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit Marina Square and catch Fast &amp;amp; Furious 4 since it was our 4monthsary yest. Walk around and then leave for Nabil's fav. hehh! But caught in the rain. So stopped at Suntec. Walk around again till the drizzle stops. Meet Shima after.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sd6_UqDXfLI/AAAAAAAABgU/3pJg5sBlfi8/s1600-h/fast%26furious4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sd6_UqDXfLI/AAAAAAAABgU/3pJg5sBlfi8/s320/fast%26furious4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322902171205205170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sd6_UUFpOjI/AAAAAAAABgE/yQGoV8o3RRE/s1600-h/DSC04933-1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sd6_UUFpOjI/AAAAAAAABgE/yQGoV8o3RRE/s320/DSC04933-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322902165309176370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sd6_Ur4fsII/AAAAAAAABgM/FuyIeRcVPAI/s1600-h/DSC04927-1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sd6_Ur4fsII/AAAAAAAABgM/FuyIeRcVPAI/s320/DSC04927-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322902171696476290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sd6_UFVRmQI/AAAAAAAABf8/XUe_K4lZ-xU/s1600-h/DSC04923-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sd6_UFVRmQI/AAAAAAAABf8/XUe_K4lZ-xU/s320/DSC04923-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322902161348204802" 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/4005558078042202076-2712196543371481838?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/2712196543371481838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/2712196543371481838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-16th-birthday-syamsiah-may-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sd6_UCWB_lI/AAAAAAAABf0/aDZlPXz2RpI/s72-c/syam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-1695746694427560986</id><published>2009-04-09T10:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:53:45.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh God gracious, I've been laughing my ass out answering those quizzes on my Facebook. I was requested to do 'What kind of Minah are you?' by cousin.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I got; Minah-sex-and-the-city. Unlike your cousin the Minah-High-Class, you have a more wilder side! You love parties, undeniably still have a high class to yourself BUT you love sex... lotsa lotsa sex! Bad Bad girl! Your style is always chic and classy. But you are not afraid to expose your wilder side in all that parties and socialise with different people of age and careers! However, this city-like culture you have in you would mean that Mats with KR and small motorcycles don't attract you at all and they are out of your league, just like Minah-High-Class.. Bring in all that nice foreign people and all that future yacht parties!&lt;br /&gt;(And please, I'm no any rider or what ok, so what's up with the sex thingy? And I don't do clubs, really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I was requested to do the 'What type of MAT is your boyf?' quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Result is; Mat Emo. Scroll down his mp3 player. He'll be hearing songs by panic at the disco, matchbook romance,all american rejects, saves the day,story of the year. These are songs they will play on their way back home after meeting u and had an arguments. They tend to send text msgs with beautiful words, makes u think that he is really dying but actually he is not. Long sided fringes. Or maybe tight skinny black jeans with black vans shoes. piercing on the lips or eyebrows is OKAY to them. Does not really bother abt religion. Oh, he must have thick lips. and have a dream to be in the band or already in a band. he will take his picture from his top side view! Yes, he speaks in gd english, doesnt he? He never go to clubs! boring.&lt;br /&gt;(I know my bf real well. Nabil don't fit on tight jeans. Neither do he have long sided fringes. Can't you see he is botak? Fyi, he has sexy thin lips ok. Does not mean he sing along to Fall for you by Secondhand Serenade, he dig songs from the bands stated above what. Non-clubbers=boring? Wth? Ni bende mcm paaa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 4months ANNI to Nabil and me! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sd1ibN2MuDI/AAAAAAAABfk/28PPUzcptAw/s1600-h/DSC04849.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sd1ibN2MuDI/AAAAAAAABfk/28PPUzcptAw/s320/DSC04849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322518554334771250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sd1ibBGENhI/AAAAAAAABfs/EMmqN03Dqlw/s1600-h/DSC04837.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sd1ibBGENhI/AAAAAAAABfs/EMmqN03Dqlw/s320/DSC04837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322518550911661586" 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/4005558078042202076-1695746694427560986?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1695746694427560986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1695746694427560986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-god-gracious-ive-been-laughing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sd1ibN2MuDI/AAAAAAAABfk/28PPUzcptAw/s72-c/DSC04849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-6895113729394492642</id><published>2009-04-02T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:33:07.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SdRwz1zdLXI/AAAAAAAABfc/emtd6QR3NG0/s1600-h/DSC04637-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SdRwz1zdLXI/AAAAAAAABfc/emtd6QR3NG0/s320/DSC04637-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320001095749938546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weighing scale reads 47 but I still look meaty as ever! And I'm 13 days away from school. God, help me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-6895113729394492642?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/6895113729394492642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/6895113729394492642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/04/weighing-scale-reads-47-but-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SdRwz1zdLXI/AAAAAAAABfc/emtd6QR3NG0/s72-c/DSC04637-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-3133875805237325553</id><published>2009-03-31T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:26:09.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SdIi_3nAQzI/AAAAAAAABec/JAm9Ct--xeg/s1600-h/DSC04537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SdIi_3nAQzI/AAAAAAAABec/JAm9Ct--xeg/s320/DSC04537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319352590532625202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SdIi_xOZdmI/AAAAAAAABeU/BIZJg17siA8/s1600-h/DSC04545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SdIi_xOZdmI/AAAAAAAABeU/BIZJg17siA8/s320/DSC04545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319352588818806370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy 5th Birthday Syakirah, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with Azryan to take our testimonial and 'O' level cert at school. Over at his blog,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh well,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take my testimonial later with Nabilah.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;I missed her alot"&lt;br /&gt;Awww, I didn't know you missed me ALOT!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, below is Randy Pangalila and Reuben Elishama Hadju. My favourite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SdIjAB-JG7I/AAAAAAAABek/Ckq3qdcXEI4/s1600-h/DSC04541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SdIjAB-JG7I/AAAAAAAABek/Ckq3qdcXEI4/s320/DSC04541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319352593314028466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SdIju7v1CpI/AAAAAAAABe8/rBWoSzJKCl8/s1600-h/DSC04504-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SdIju7v1CpI/AAAAAAAABe8/rBWoSzJKCl8/s320/DSC04504-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319353399097232018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SdIjAbUwHTI/AAAAAAAABes/ssbAQYYm7IE/s1600-h/DSC04517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SdIjAbUwHTI/AAAAAAAABes/ssbAQYYm7IE/s320/DSC04517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319352600119745842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SdIjuy4rxpI/AAAAAAAABfE/X05hTn0dCdY/s1600-h/Randy+Pangalila02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SdIjuy4rxpI/AAAAAAAABfE/X05hTn0dCdY/s320/Randy+Pangalila02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319353396718454418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SdIjvL6FpHI/AAAAAAAABfM/39A918YtC9k/s1600-h/Reuben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SdIjvL6FpHI/AAAAAAAABfM/39A918YtC9k/s320/Reuben.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319353403435230322" 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/4005558078042202076-3133875805237325553?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/3133875805237325553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/3133875805237325553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-5th-birthday-syakirah-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SdIi_3nAQzI/AAAAAAAABec/JAm9Ct--xeg/s72-c/DSC04537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-6831489725480402584</id><published>2009-03-27T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:29:22.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScziJCFlSOI/AAAAAAAABeM/km2ueAs_9KM/s1600-h/DSC00090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScziJCFlSOI/AAAAAAAABeM/km2ueAs_9KM/s320/DSC00090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317873904824699106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just finished bathing with Syakirah. Yes, oh my gooddddd! Mummy bought a new phone to replace the not functioning one at my room. Yay! And my prepaid value has been $0.04 since 4 days ago -_-  Mummy, please buy me a new mobile phone with line! P L E A S E!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-6831489725480402584?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/6831489725480402584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/6831489725480402584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-finished-bathing-with-syakirah.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScziJCFlSOI/AAAAAAAABeM/km2ueAs_9KM/s72-c/DSC00090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-3856689059452339955</id><published>2009-03-27T13:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:57:07.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Scx3ZRUoMvI/AAAAAAAABd8/l3WKO4dgXlY/s1600-h/DSC04051-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Scx3ZRUoMvI/AAAAAAAABd8/l3WKO4dgXlY/s320/DSC04051-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317756536048071410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Men want sex, and women want to talk -&lt;br /&gt;What bewilders me, and maybe others, is differences between men and women. It seems to me, that most often men's driving force is sex but a woman's driving force is emotional exchange. Women want to receive things like recognition, validation, feeling needed and wanted and of course, to be loved. When do a man's emotion come into play beyond sexual desires? What makes the crossover from sexual desire to something more? You can never read a man like reading a book unlike women. What a man may look like can never define who he really is. Men often says 'A' when they actually means 'Z' and lie their way thru. When the truth spills out, men at guilt will be found coming out with a lot of  utterly dense excuses and yes, blame the other party which of course is us women. Little did they realise that all those excuses are already in our pocket. Men, you can never outdo a women. And all women knows, men use more of their cock rather than their brain which God blessed them with. It is said that a woman may be able to change the world, but she will never be able to change a  man. No matter how much a women whine, they will never succeed, its no cliche. We women can never stop men from flirting, eyeing or even fantasize over other girls. Men consistently filled with regrets once they lost the woman they loved. This is when some sense is knocked into their head. Men, if you learn how to be more appreciative, you wouldn't have to go thru this heart-breaking process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-3856689059452339955?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/3856689059452339955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/3856689059452339955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/03/men-want-sex-and-women-want-to-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Scx3ZRUoMvI/AAAAAAAABd8/l3WKO4dgXlY/s72-c/DSC04051-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-8327518202854456945</id><published>2009-03-23T11:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:53:02.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScxboNLo81I/AAAAAAAABd0/niH89DZeUac/s1600-h/DSC04314-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScxboNLo81I/AAAAAAAABd0/niH89DZeUac/s320/DSC04314-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317726006309090130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had sore throat since 2 days ago. 2 days ago when mummy made me cry. She do some spring cleaning in my room and....literally throw all emptied Merci(choco), Swensens and Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's ice-cream boxes which Nabil buy me. Worst, all movie tickets watched with Nabil(except for Mall Cop which was still in my wallet), receipts of Swensens and Fish &amp;amp; Co. treated by Nabil are in the Swensens ice-cream box! And my first ever red rose given to me by a guy kept in the Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's box is dump into the rubbish bin! She leave me with only the one dollar note which is folded into a heart shape given to me by Nabil. She didn't throw that away because it's money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-8327518202854456945?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8327518202854456945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8327518202854456945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-having-bad-sore-throat.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScxboNLo81I/AAAAAAAABd0/niH89DZeUac/s72-c/DSC04314-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-2257762030847517229</id><published>2009-03-21T12:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:34:04.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScRp6ZzoLnI/AAAAAAAABdk/ksw_nnH2Kqw/s1600-h/DSC04124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScRp6ZzoLnI/AAAAAAAABdk/ksw_nnH2Kqw/s400/DSC04124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315489912284786290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you look closely, the cotton-candy-like clouds make up the head of a lion. I'm already so shagged by all the shoe hunting I did. Obviously, Singapore Converse outlets did not have JP for ladies. They only carry unisex. Royal Sporting House disappoint me yest. They don't have my size for the black Lacoste. And the no-manners-not-good-looking sales assist really boil my blood. I was standing right before him while he dial other Royal outlets to check out whether they carry my size. Instead of doing a quick conversation, he happily flirts with the puki-da-gatal on the other end of the line. Lee Cooper don't come in black too :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll lick you. All over. Till you beg. And you scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-2257762030847517229?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/2257762030847517229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/2257762030847517229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-you-look-closely-cotton-candy-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScRp6ZzoLnI/AAAAAAAABdk/ksw_nnH2Kqw/s72-c/DSC04124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-1783711223360208078</id><published>2009-03-19T20:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:19:07.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScJB8elTqMI/AAAAAAAABdU/P1fDoeIN_1o/s1600-h/DSC04038.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScJB8elTqMI/AAAAAAAABdU/P1fDoeIN_1o/s320/DSC04038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314883017508104386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScJB8HsFoAI/AAAAAAAABc8/nQlpte75nNU/s1600-h/Mall+cop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScJB8HsFoAI/AAAAAAAABc8/nQlpte75nNU/s320/Mall+cop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314883011362529282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had a date with Nabil earlier on. I'll just summaries it here because I'm damn lazzyyyyyyyyyyy to update. We lunched at kfc, Lido while waiting for Mall Cop to start at 3:oo. blablabla, head FarEast to search for my school shoes AGAIN. And AGAIN I was let down. No no, not that they don't have what I was looking for but they don't have it in black. And I accidentally drop most of the shoes say on the 4th or maybe 5th rack till the first! Just imagine, like domino going downwards instead of sideways, yes just like that. No, maybe I did it on purpose because I was mad + sad I didn't get what I want. So I thought of throwing tantrums. blahhh ok, it was an accident of course -________- Was so obvious I'm so paisey lah and I think my cheeks turned red. Eventhou I didn't blush my cheeks with bright pink before I went out. Nabil leave me laughing alone while he help pick up the shoes. As you know, I'm never a serious person. Cibai, just not my day lah. And since when was it my day? errghhhh. Tomorrow, I'm going to dial all Converse outlets in Singapore to ask them weather they have any Jack Purcell flats which comes in BLACK. So I don't waste my fucking precious time and also Nabil's bike petrol. By this way, I won't feel so dissapointed too. So much of summarising. hahahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScJB8XtU_GI/AAAAAAAABdE/QDJY1ixMXGM/s1600-h/DSC04070.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScJB8XtU_GI/AAAAAAAABdE/QDJY1ixMXGM/s320/DSC04070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314883015662697570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScJB8RW1iyI/AAAAAAAABdM/e9zNN_ZWV1k/s1600-h/DSC04063.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScJB8RW1iyI/AAAAAAAABdM/e9zNN_ZWV1k/s320/DSC04063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314883013957749538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScJEmZa7JjI/AAAAAAAABdc/TlVuBBQ33w4/s1600-h/DSC04035.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScJEmZa7JjI/AAAAAAAABdc/TlVuBBQ33w4/s320/DSC04035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314885936700139058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I wore pink today + my pink sandals. I bought the dress from cousin's flee market since no one wants it. Because they think it's too pricy. What do you expect? It's brand new whattt. But I bought it at a wayyyyyy cheaper price! And she even gave me a lovely Tiffany &amp;amp; Co. bracelet ((: Love you kakak! Mwahhhhhh (x999999999) -because I love the no. 9, ok random. bye sexxxay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-1783711223360208078?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1783711223360208078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1783711223360208078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/03/had-date-with-nabil-earlier-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScJB8elTqMI/AAAAAAAABdU/P1fDoeIN_1o/s72-c/DSC04038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-16714466852542025</id><published>2009-03-18T21:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:18:03.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScD9wR1conI/AAAAAAAABck/bykTvK7XNUk/s1600-h/DSC03983.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScD9wR1conI/AAAAAAAABck/bykTvK7XNUk/s320/DSC03983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314526566160310898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mummy bought a tub of Paddle Pop ice-cream and I had a mug for breakfast. It spells Y.U.M.M.Y! (mind you, I had trouble smiling in the above pic because I was full with a big scoop of paddle pop!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScD9wb-QY3I/AAAAAAAABcs/CUvZDywxxDM/s1600-h/DSC03995.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScD9wb-QY3I/AAAAAAAABcs/CUvZDywxxDM/s320/DSC03995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314526568881611634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a date with one of my beloved in the morning. Mummy drove the both of us to Parkway Parade. Still, no school bags and shoes for me :(  But I'm happy enough that I bought a new case for my Sony Ericsson and also a strawberry shortcake &amp;amp; mickey mouse sticker for my ez-link *winks* Bought mickey because i don't have any other choices since its 2 for $2  -___-&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScD9wu3_bII/AAAAAAAABc0/bryMy4I50MI/s1600-h/DSC04001.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScD9wu3_bII/AAAAAAAABc0/bryMy4I50MI/s320/DSC04001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314526573955607682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And have I told you I had to wait for mummy finish browsing the whole rack of books about beading at Borders?&lt;br /&gt;"How could two people maintain such different views of something in which they were so intimately involved?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-16714466852542025?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/16714466852542025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/16714466852542025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/03/mummy-bought-tub-of-paddle-pop-ice.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ScD9wR1conI/AAAAAAAABck/bykTvK7XNUk/s72-c/DSC03983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-5948996106983002070</id><published>2009-03-16T11:59:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:56:34.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yest marked a year ever since I've met with Nabil. Hit Queensway to search for my school shoes and sandals for Nabil. Again, none is eye catching. I want this Adidas sleek series! (but I think it's too costly)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sb3dxssOSyI/AAAAAAAABcc/U4sXkcTfuak/s1600-h/55-50966_1.jpg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sb3dxssOSyI/AAAAAAAABcc/U4sXkcTfuak/s200/55-50966_1.jpg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313646981247028002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or maybe a pair of black Jack Purcell flats will do.&lt;br /&gt;Nabil now look so much like a dopey. Only that he have more hair compared to the real dopey(7 dwarfs). No doubt, I think he do look as adorable as before. And I still love him eventho he has less hair right now. hahha! Jangan marah ehh you.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sb3dLH7zITI/AAAAAAAABcE/2vIaRgwalUI/s1600-h/Dopey2.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sb3dLH7zITI/AAAAAAAABcE/2vIaRgwalUI/s320/Dopey2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313646318545215794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sb3aDXRN1qI/AAAAAAAABbU/ua6v-SBj1Ig/s1600-h/DSC03977.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sb3aDXRN1qI/AAAAAAAABbU/ua6v-SBj1Ig/s320/DSC03977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313642886687741602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sb3aDYq9u8I/AAAAAAAABbM/qpa6HpYXX9c/s1600-h/DSC03978.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sb3aDYq9u8I/AAAAAAAABbM/qpa6HpYXX9c/s320/DSC03978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313642887064173506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sb3dKglqTWI/AAAAAAAABb8/w1oUNoddlBI/s1600-h/snowWhiteandDopey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sb3dKglqTWI/AAAAAAAABb8/w1oUNoddlBI/s320/snowWhiteandDopey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313646307983379810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sb3dKdO8jdI/AAAAAAAABb0/r5hKdhPMVNI/s1600-h/DSC03959.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sb3dKdO8jdI/AAAAAAAABb0/r5hKdhPMVNI/s320/DSC03959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313646307082800594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to cousin's flee market again last night. And she did smoky eyeshadow on me. It's nice but somehow it look weird on me. Maybe because I don't really wear eyeshadows before. hehhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sb3aC90PqrI/AAAAAAAABa8/dCnVFPZhl0c/s1600-h/P150309_21.24.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sb3aC90PqrI/AAAAAAAABa8/dCnVFPZhl0c/s320/P150309_21.24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313642879855340210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sb3aC8EpGII/AAAAAAAABa0/SkNAsRnn_y4/s1600-h/15032009706.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sb3aC8EpGII/AAAAAAAABa0/SkNAsRnn_y4/s320/15032009706.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313642879387244674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Anyhow I think I look so much like mummy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-5948996106983002070?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/5948996106983002070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/5948996106983002070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/03/yest-marked-year-ever-since-ive-met.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sb3dxssOSyI/AAAAAAAABcc/U4sXkcTfuak/s72-c/55-50966_1.jpg.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-8087219807419310293</id><published>2009-03-13T13:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:56:42.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbnymK4OE7I/AAAAAAAABaE/3GWXPB1dGAk/s1600-h/DSC03857-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbnymK4OE7I/AAAAAAAABaE/3GWXPB1dGAk/s320/DSC03857-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312543973029319602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shoes don't stretch and I reckon men will never change. Yest: Bugis-ed to search for school shoes, but to no avail. Launched at Tong Seng. Accompany Hisham to work interview. Later, to Pasir Ris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now if I'm lost at sea 7 days, I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;If I'm holding you, you, you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;And if it all end's, everybody in this world is gone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be standing with you, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it's the last breath I take&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave my kiss with you&lt;br /&gt;If there's a wall between us, baby&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll break through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-8087219807419310293?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8087219807419310293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8087219807419310293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/03/shoes-dont-stretch-and-i-reckon-men.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbnymK4OE7I/AAAAAAAABaE/3GWXPB1dGAk/s72-c/DSC03857-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-5334902616426513079</id><published>2009-03-11T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:06:53.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sbc4dPn1wOI/AAAAAAAABZk/ZovseVwPunI/s1600-h/DSC03845-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sbc4dPn1wOI/AAAAAAAABZk/ZovseVwPunI/s320/DSC03845-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311776360567783650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yest's scene was a hectic one. I'm already damn exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If the sun shuts down and decided not to shine no more&lt;br /&gt;I would still have you, baby&lt;br /&gt;If we see the last day and they say we gotta go to war&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fighting with you, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I know if I'm falling, you won't let me hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;If the boat is sinking, I know you won't let me drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what ayone could say&lt;br /&gt;This is the only place for me&lt;br /&gt;And no one could ever take that away&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could come between us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-5334902616426513079?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/5334902616426513079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/5334902616426513079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/03/yests-scene-was-hectic-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sbc4dPn1wOI/AAAAAAAABZk/ZovseVwPunI/s72-c/DSC03845-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-6108461772623913488</id><published>2009-03-08T18:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:31:36.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm talking on the phone with no, not bf, but Shima. I don't know what to blog about. Maybe I can just share some of my old pictures with you. As old as when my hair have yet to grow long. Promise me you won't laugh okay? If my blog wasn't private, I wouldn't dare to do this I tell you. So paisey. And Nabil, you won't believe that is your current gf. hahahha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aware the edit for this pic is so merepek. What do you expect from a virgin 15? hahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbOn2IDSu2I/AAAAAAAABY8/KlqP4Q2x5y0/s1600-h/lalat+shades-001.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbOn2IDSu2I/AAAAAAAABY8/KlqP4Q2x5y0/s320/lalat+shades-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310772933916015458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbOn1RtL-5I/AAAAAAAABYc/WQZm7cVAdfA/s1600-h/dollie.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbOn1RtL-5I/AAAAAAAABYc/WQZm7cVAdfA/s320/dollie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310772919327783826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbOn2LeWOaI/AAAAAAAABY0/un6ugZUSJ-o/s1600-h/DSC02940.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbOn2LeWOaI/AAAAAAAABY0/un6ugZUSJ-o/s320/DSC02940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310772934834796962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At that point of time, taking shots of yr own reflections was the hot topic rmb? Noww, it's just so yest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbOnAnAWBbI/AAAAAAAABYU/-8RsAwtMKAc/s1600-h/alone.JPG"&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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbOnAnAWBbI/AAAAAAAABYU/-8RsAwtMKAc/s320/alone.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310772014512211378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbOn19SYdaI/AAAAAAAABYs/pVVMr2t9X_4/s1600-h/DSC02738.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbOn19SYdaI/AAAAAAAABYs/pVVMr2t9X_4/s320/DSC02738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310772931026515362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbOn1knIvFI/AAAAAAAABYk/0qbDb8FECiU/s1600-h/DSC00002.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbOn1knIvFI/AAAAAAAABYk/0qbDb8FECiU/s320/DSC00002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310772924402678866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbOolTbySpI/AAAAAAAABZE/F0jmc6gFlhM/s1600-h/DSC00217-small.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbOolTbySpI/AAAAAAAABZE/F0jmc6gFlhM/s320/DSC00217-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310773744425388690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbOnAfs22HI/AAAAAAAABYM/nng4bH4Yz9g/s1600-h/kelly+%26+nana.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbOnAfs22HI/AAAAAAAABYM/nng4bH4Yz9g/s320/kelly+%26+nana.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310772012551428210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbOnAOd6OeI/AAAAAAAABYE/UjxGOBfoA9I/s1600-h/nana+%26+tuty+.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbOnAOd6OeI/AAAAAAAABYE/UjxGOBfoA9I/s320/nana+%26+tuty+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310772007925332450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbOm_yT_LxI/AAAAAAAABX8/K39IBQ7gOGU/s1600-h/ilah+%26+naz.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbOm_yT_LxI/AAAAAAAABX8/K39IBQ7gOGU/s320/ilah+%26+naz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310772000367521554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbOm_hG6bTI/AAAAAAAABX0/wNbj62HdOGk/s1600-h/ilah+%26+syida.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbOm_hG6bTI/AAAAAAAABX0/wNbj62HdOGk/s320/ilah+%26+syida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310771995749281074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbOqK-hXaaI/AAAAAAAABZc/OwaIxdzXVGI/s1600-h/8EQHC4CAAJVVNWCA5DYKNECAGKPVYSCA7CFY8CCAVVU58ACA9ZA83BCAFC7A8ICARPCJNPCA7SCEA2CA53Q28BCA07YBTKCALIHU29CA50NKJ0CAWCV9NKCA9BCFH6CA39T06MCAF1VFBNCALV5UVXCAULJ6V3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbOqK-hXaaI/AAAAAAAABZc/OwaIxdzXVGI/s320/8EQHC4CAAJVVNWCA5DYKNECAGKPVYSCA7CFY8CCAVVU58ACA9ZA83BCAFC7A8ICARPCJNPCA7SCEA2CA53Q28BCA07YBTKCALIHU29CA50NKJ0CAWCV9NKCA9BCFH6CA39T06MCAF1VFBNCALV5UVXCAULJ6V3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310775491158305186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right above was just last year's and I still think, it's the ugliest! I know you will had a great time laughing. DAMN -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*** And strictly, no discriminating please!&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/4005558078042202076-6108461772623913488?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/6108461772623913488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/6108461772623913488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-talking-on-phone-with-no-not-bf-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbOn2IDSu2I/AAAAAAAABY8/KlqP4Q2x5y0/s72-c/lalat+shades-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-3143414814578202590</id><published>2009-03-07T13:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:17:31.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbIDWoDvvdI/AAAAAAAABXs/OolQEsxH6a0/s1600-h/DSC03719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbIDWoDvvdI/AAAAAAAABXs/OolQEsxH6a0/s320/DSC03719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310310597868371410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a very bad headache yest. Pain in the ass sia -.-  I lost two kilos. Was surprised when I measured myself to the weighing scale last night because I somehow look thinner. hahha! Okay, I'm meeting bf in an hour time. But here I am updating so not important infos. Hohohoh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-3143414814578202590?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/3143414814578202590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/3143414814578202590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-had-very-bad-headache-yest.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SbIDWoDvvdI/AAAAAAAABXs/OolQEsxH6a0/s72-c/DSC03719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-4567561651345646742</id><published>2009-03-06T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:03:12.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally I gave a visit to the hair saloon yest and my fringe is now short and neat.&lt;br /&gt;Syakirah has been pestering me to help with her homework the minute she got home -.-  I'm sure mum &amp;amp; dad had taken her to the zoo 2years back I guess. But well, she drew a cute smiling bear with a pair of big ears and without a long trunk after I specifically told her to draw an elephant because it starts with an 'E'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shitty shitty shit. Feels like shit. blablabla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-4567561651345646742?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/4567561651345646742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/4567561651345646742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-i-gave-visit-to-hair-saloon.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-2573957211639707810</id><published>2009-03-05T12:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:02:43.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sa9cqpEjAsI/AAAAAAAABXU/yFGCD-SFP6o/s1600-h/chris%26riri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sa9cqpEjAsI/AAAAAAAABXU/yFGCD-SFP6o/s320/chris%26riri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309564373342290626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sa9cqDi7QUI/AAAAAAAABXM/58XqPoMIadM/s1600-h/RIHANNA-BRUISED2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sa9cqDi7QUI/AAAAAAAABXM/58XqPoMIadM/s320/RIHANNA-BRUISED2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309564363269161282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sa9cpRGoB0I/AAAAAAAABXE/EFIQ7eblhjM/s1600-h/riribruised.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sa9cpRGoB0I/AAAAAAAABXE/EFIQ7eblhjM/s320/riribruised.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309564349728687938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I came across Rihanna's bruised picture.&lt;br /&gt;And I thought it was that bad.&lt;br /&gt;How could Brown hit her so hard?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-2573957211639707810?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/2573957211639707810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/2573957211639707810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-came-across-rihannas-bruised-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Sa9cqpEjAsI/AAAAAAAABXU/yFGCD-SFP6o/s72-c/chris%26riri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-3389675286768768339</id><published>2009-03-02T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:28:28.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Savn8ZWmzUI/AAAAAAAABW8/v-ypOQfFO6o/s1600-h/DSC03540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Savn8ZWmzUI/AAAAAAAABW8/v-ypOQfFO6o/s320/DSC03540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308591610570132802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Despite being mad with bf, I bought him Kinder Joy since he wants it after viewing advertisement the other day. Padehal I yang merajuk with him -.- Well, I fairly know Nabil loves to be pampered  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-3389675286768768339?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/3389675286768768339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/3389675286768768339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/03/despite-being-mad-with-bf-i-bought-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/Savn8ZWmzUI/AAAAAAAABW8/v-ypOQfFO6o/s72-c/DSC03540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-9004220511770398077</id><published>2009-03-02T10:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:20:55.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SatKHIIV9BI/AAAAAAAABWs/69bJBkAzM18/s1600-h/DSC01687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SatKHIIV9BI/AAAAAAAABWs/69bJBkAzM18/s400/DSC01687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308418072088278034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out my new pink pet on the sidebar! Still awake and have yet to eat my prata. Poor bf, he has to settle for another $120. Heartless people kept charging him for $$ like as if they are the ones who earned the $/the ones who had to sacrifice time. I'm helpless and incomeless  :(   I can't wait for Nabil to be officially free. I need to call Shima before she comes down to pick me up. I totally forgot that I don't have any helmet with me. It is with Nabil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-9004220511770398077?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/9004220511770398077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/9004220511770398077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-my-second-post-for-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SatKHIIV9BI/AAAAAAAABWs/69bJBkAzM18/s72-c/DSC01687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-2819380187168819896</id><published>2009-03-02T06:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:48:37.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SasR6PHXxoI/AAAAAAAABWk/dWsl1_KU44w/s1600-h/DSC00343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SasR6PHXxoI/AAAAAAAABWk/dWsl1_KU44w/s320/DSC00343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308356277973796482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I woke up as early as 4:35am. I don't know why, perhaps I'm hungry. I've been skipping meals and only GOD knows how stubborn I am not to listen to boyfriend's advice. Mind you, I'm not dieting. I just don't find the time to sit down and have 3 decent meals a day. I had 2 half boiled eggs 20minutes ago. And I'm going to eat prata after I wake Nabil up at 7? Maybe at 6:55? Then when I'm full, I'll doze off like a fat pig. Went to Tuty's sister, Hetty, wedding ceremony yest. And the bride, drop dead gorgeous, I swear. I need to do something to my hair. Like really this time! And I wanna go blonde, the whole hair. But maybe not now. No $$$ -_- Don't expect people to be nice to you when you're not -.- bodoh pey jantan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-2819380187168819896?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/2819380187168819896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/2819380187168819896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-woke-up-as-early-as-435am.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SasR6PHXxoI/AAAAAAAABWk/dWsl1_KU44w/s72-c/DSC00343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-2215084287924432147</id><published>2009-02-28T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T14:04:23.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SajTeoMfawI/AAAAAAAABWE/4uyLxcepIF0/s1600-h/DB4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SajTeoMfawI/AAAAAAAABWE/4uyLxcepIF0/s320/DB4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307724683995474690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SajTea7J7JI/AAAAAAAABV8/ULM4_RsGB-0/s1600-h/Sony+Ericsson+au+S001+Cyber-shot+Phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SajTea7J7JI/AAAAAAAABV8/ULM4_RsGB-0/s320/Sony+Ericsson+au+S001+Cyber-shot+Phone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307724680433101970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone private. Anyhow, I got all enraged a few minutes ago. But to think about it back, it does not worth my time paying attention to. I'm hated by many but confronted by none? okayy I seriously don't mind. They call me a bitch like it's a bad thing? heheee. Poor them -__-&lt;br /&gt;This 8.1 megapixel phone is really sexayyyy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-2215084287924432147?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/2215084287924432147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/2215084287924432147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-gone-private.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SajTeoMfawI/AAAAAAAABWE/4uyLxcepIF0/s72-c/DB4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-1556858866912720492</id><published>2009-02-27T11:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:04:20.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SadkymQQMfI/AAAAAAAABVM/ro_B7cQWqVk/s1600-h/DSC03141-001-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SadkymQQMfI/AAAAAAAABVM/ro_B7cQWqVk/s320/DSC03141-001-1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307321506304373234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mummy bought beads meant for kids, to make bracelets for Syakirah. My fingers itched, I made one for self. The red dice reads 'hottie'.  heee  (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-1556858866912720492?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1556858866912720492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1556858866912720492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/02/mummy-bought-beads-meant-for-kids-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SadkymQQMfI/AAAAAAAABVM/ro_B7cQWqVk/s72-c/DSC03141-001-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-1551098494946036495</id><published>2009-02-25T19:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:08:27.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SaU5cD2TMxI/AAAAAAAABUs/0XNzJEAiCBw/s1600-h/DSC03197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SaU5cD2TMxI/AAAAAAAABUs/0XNzJEAiCBw/s320/DSC03197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306710890158174994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SaU5cLsbVII/AAAAAAAABUk/8Ngt8__78Tc/s1600-h/DSC03192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SaU5cLsbVII/AAAAAAAABUk/8Ngt8__78Tc/s320/DSC03192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306710892264248450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nabil and I took alot of ugly pictures yesterday while waiting for the-always-late-girl, Shima. hehhe!&lt;br /&gt;I had gastric pain due to my inappropriate meals. Head JB with mom and dad in the early morning.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy had her wisdom tooth extracted at a dental there. And the dentist let mommy have her tooth back. I think it's gruesome, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SaU5bj7IFvI/AAAAAAAABUU/ZQLu684A7RM/s1600-h/DSC03222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SaU5bj7IFvI/AAAAAAAABUU/ZQLu684A7RM/s320/DSC03222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306710881588483826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SaU6kq2Z7fI/AAAAAAAABU8/t0AR87Yuh1o/s1600-h/DSC03279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SaU6kq2Z7fI/AAAAAAAABU8/t0AR87Yuh1o/s320/DSC03279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306712137578180082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SaU3U43jbNI/AAAAAAAABTM/Jdv3WBQ3HSQ/s1600-h/DSC03244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SaU3U43jbNI/AAAAAAAABTM/Jdv3WBQ3HSQ/s320/DSC03244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306708567928302802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SaU3U4kNVQI/AAAAAAAABTU/HellrLIEDx4/s1600-h/DSC03259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SaU3U4kNVQI/AAAAAAAABTU/HellrLIEDx4/s320/DSC03259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306708567847163138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SaU3U6O646I/AAAAAAAABTc/U4NusXzOchc/s1600-h/DSC03225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SaU3U6O646I/AAAAAAAABTc/U4NusXzOchc/s320/DSC03225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306708568294744994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SaU6Wm_yGtI/AAAAAAAABU0/ksU4l-tbg1o/s1600-h/DSC03235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SaU6Wm_yGtI/AAAAAAAABU0/ksU4l-tbg1o/s320/DSC03235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306711896025602770" 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/4005558078042202076-1551098494946036495?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1551098494946036495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1551098494946036495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/02/nabil-and-i-took-alot-of-ugly-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SaU5cD2TMxI/AAAAAAAABUs/0XNzJEAiCBw/s72-c/DSC03197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-536548117381924122</id><published>2009-02-24T11:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:47:31.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SaNpJmi4EKI/AAAAAAAABR0/7LHHYEhucLo/s1600-h/DSC03146-001-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SaNpJmi4EKI/AAAAAAAABR0/7LHHYEhucLo/s320/DSC03146-001-1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306200399659143330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lost it,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to lose them too.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sorry,&lt;br /&gt;T R Y   M E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-536548117381924122?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/536548117381924122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/536548117381924122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/02/he-lost-it-and-im-going-to-lose-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SaNpJmi4EKI/AAAAAAAABR0/7LHHYEhucLo/s72-c/DSC03146-001-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-1729687474411530083</id><published>2009-02-22T21:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:14:27.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305621890139287522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SaFa_6pJ7-I/AAAAAAAABRM/pWhEhlfwDIY/s320/DSC03132-001-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Accompanied little brother to do some shopping. He is such a pain in the ass. To little brother; You're worst than a girl when it comes to shopping, I swear. We spent at least 45mins just to choose the right outfit for him at an outlet, not counted the others where he did not purchase anything at all -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then out of a sudden Nabil appeared right next to me. Atlas, I have someone to suffer with me.&lt;br /&gt;At 6+, little brother and I were off to Giant where we met mummy.&lt;br /&gt;And to my surprise, mummy bought me a Strawberry Shortcake towel. Huuurayyyy! Mind you, she did not buy it at Giant.&lt;br /&gt;I'm beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-1729687474411530083?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1729687474411530083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1729687474411530083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/02/accompany-little-brother-to-do-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SaFa_6pJ7-I/AAAAAAAABRM/pWhEhlfwDIY/s72-c/DSC03132-001-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-1411097461949101091</id><published>2009-02-21T19:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T19:48:10.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SZ_nv1Z8ZPI/AAAAAAAABRE/g81AL8ogu14/s1600-h/DSC00123.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SZ_nv1Z8ZPI/AAAAAAAABRE/g81AL8ogu14/s320/DSC00123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305213695041496306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying looking at those maxi dresses on my cousin's webby. I badly want to own one but... I can't. Because I'm just too short for them. I don't even have long legs to ride a scrambler. Screwww my dreams ahh  :(    I wish I can grow taller. Hell NO! I definitely do not want my man to be shorther than me. Nabil confirm binget. hahhha! Sorry youuu *mencebik*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SZ_kOGAlY9I/AAAAAAAABPM/cWbOK2EDgRY/s1600-h/v-1622-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SZ_kOGAlY9I/AAAAAAAABPM/cWbOK2EDgRY/s320/v-1622-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305209816848098258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SZ_kOLigeJI/AAAAAAAABO8/3-5Y4X155GA/s1600-h/v-1582-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SZ_kOLigeJI/AAAAAAAABO8/3-5Y4X155GA/s320/v-1582-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305209818332559506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SZ_kONaLvrI/AAAAAAAABPU/3Ej2iz5kQTo/s1600-h/v-1631-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SZ_kONaLvrI/AAAAAAAABPU/3Ej2iz5kQTo/s320/v-1631-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305209818834517682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SZ_kOHfQFZI/AAAAAAAABPE/TuEQjj1aX04/s1600-h/v-1608-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SZ_kOHfQFZI/AAAAAAAABPE/TuEQjj1aX04/s320/v-1608-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305209817245160850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SZ_kOQEOQcI/AAAAAAAABPc/XeTne-dNO2c/s1600-h/v-1621-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SZ_kOQEOQcI/AAAAAAAABPc/XeTne-dNO2c/s320/v-1621-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305209819547713986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they just irrisistable? They have butterfly dresses too! Check them out at &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;http://dxquizitx.multiply.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-1411097461949101091?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1411097461949101091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1411097461949101091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-felt-like-crying-looking-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SZ_nv1Z8ZPI/AAAAAAAABRE/g81AL8ogu14/s72-c/DSC00123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-1317128387504075894</id><published>2009-02-20T11:25:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:22:04.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't want to keep on thinking about consequences because I have enough of it. I need to get it out of my chest before it explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must some people scream and shout consistently? And lose their temper everyday? Things can't always go the way you planned. The obvious reason is, the world does not revolves around only YOU. So there are times you should give in. I'm not trying to be defiant or disrespecting you. Nevertheless, I need you to know what I feel deep inside. And I felt this is the best way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't always live up to your expectations. And you can't always says "NO" to what I want to do in life. All you care about is YOU and your wants. How about mine? I have wants too. If that's how you want it to be, why don't you have me dead? Then swap me with a baby robot that comes with a remote control. I believe I'm old enough to know what's right and what's wrong. Nonetheless, I still do need your guidance. Tell me what did I not do for you. I make my way home once you tell me to. Even I know the night is still young. Did I make a big fuss out of it? No, I don't. Whereas, you're aware I don't have school the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the freedom you once gave me? I made a mistake. And I'm sure that broke your trust towards me. Maybe it all happened after I was caught ******** and ******* in school. But that was 3years back. So you're telling me you have not gain back the trust after 1095 days passed? It's already 2009 and now, I'm about to turn 18 soon. I'm not asking any big bucks from you. I just need your trust. I will know when I should be home even if you were not to remind me. Have I not tell you my whereabouts? Have I not tell you whom I were with? I never keep anything from you. Absolutely NOTHING. If there are somethings which bothered me, I shared it with you. I don't play any dirty little secrets with you. Ask yourself, have I not abandon my bad habits? Do I still do overnights and still have those facial piercings I once had? It was all temporary excitement and it does not last. Tell me what have I not done to not deserve your trust and get the freedom I used to own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll be reading this. I'm sorry if I offended you in any ways. It's just that I want you to understand me. We really need to compromise. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-1317128387504075894?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1317128387504075894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1317128387504075894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-want-to-keep-on-thinking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-8936842935593135811</id><published>2009-02-17T11:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:14:29.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning I realised how small my brain is. Dumb dumb dumb.&lt;br /&gt;I log in to view my application results. Somehow, my ID &amp;amp; password is invalid.&lt;br /&gt;Make up my mind to call their customer service center.&lt;br /&gt;The aunty asked "Are you posted to AMK?"&lt;br /&gt;Replied, "No. I was posted to Clementi and I appeal for Bishan"&lt;br /&gt;Get what I mean? How dumb can I be? I did not make a call to either Clem or Bishan, instead I ring AMK up.&lt;br /&gt;She suggest I come down to Clem to check the results since I have problem logging in to the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I texted Nabil.&lt;br /&gt;Honey: I got problems with my ID &amp;amp; password. So I can't check the results online. They say I have to come down to Clementi.&lt;br /&gt;Nabil: Tadi I check you dpt Bishan pe.&lt;br /&gt;. . . (blablabla),&lt;br /&gt;Nabil: Password ngn ID you ape?&lt;br /&gt;Honey: ID NANU889H. Password ********&lt;br /&gt;Nabil: You nye sendiri pun tak tau. ID you, IC no. Password betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb bimbo -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-8936842935593135811?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8936842935593135811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8936842935593135811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-morning-i-realised-how-small-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-8426670709652951003</id><published>2009-02-14T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:09:59.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SZbPOqEKuGI/AAAAAAAABOk/rGZknHdJoIM/s1600-h/DSC03096.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SZbPOqEKuGI/AAAAAAAABOk/rGZknHdJoIM/s400/DSC03096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302653461992224866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was a shame I didn't get Nabil anything for this 14th. Needless to say, I was gleeful he was the very first guy to buy me a rose. awww, how sweet is that? Thank you sugar (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-8426670709652951003?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8426670709652951003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8426670709652951003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/02/was-ashamed-i-didnt-get-nabil-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SZbPOqEKuGI/AAAAAAAABOk/rGZknHdJoIM/s72-c/DSC03096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-146360018205490714</id><published>2009-02-13T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:05:22.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SZTuMWslw0I/AAAAAAAABOM/bPxMfqB2FB4/s1600-h/benjamin_button-poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SZTuMWslw0I/AAAAAAAABOM/bPxMfqB2FB4/s400/benjamin_button-poster1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302124557340361538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Benjamin Button-ed on the 10th. Was a great movie thou 2hrs 45min is way too draggy. Go catch it. I suggest you go for pirated dvds, like I said 2hrs 45mins at the cinema is a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SZTuMkr2iwI/AAAAAAAABOc/hvKzt7KDdOo/s1600-h/DSC03048.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SZTuMkr2iwI/AAAAAAAABOc/hvKzt7KDdOo/s400/DSC03048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302124561095363330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Handmade anni card. And also a homebaked tiramisu cake. I'm an ex Food &amp;amp; Nutrition student remember? (believe me, people!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SZTuMUDAMyI/AAAAAAAABOU/6SV5Y7azkIc/s1600-h/OtherEndOfTheLine_Pstr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SZTuMUDAMyI/AAAAAAAABOU/6SV5Y7azkIc/s400/OtherEndOfTheLine_Pstr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302124556629062434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, I want to watch The Other End of the Line!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-146360018205490714?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/146360018205490714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/146360018205490714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/02/benjamin-button-ed-on-10th.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SZTuMWslw0I/AAAAAAAABOM/bPxMfqB2FB4/s72-c/benjamin_button-poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-1691923971709054533</id><published>2009-02-05T11:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:08:41.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My guess was right after all. Okay, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you were right to say I priorities Nabil rather than my own girlfriends. It may be dumb for you. But no, it's not for me. And there are some things about you I find pathetically dumb but did I bitch about you? No, I don't. Because I'm aware everyone have flaws, and I don't expect to have friends who are perfect in every ways. But you were definitely wrong in saying I pushed you aside after things work between Nabil and me. It wasn't how you think it is. If you take a look in the past and reminisce carefully, I did spend my time with you didn't I? Even after knowing Nabil for months. Then, it all started to change after the incident that happened during the month of Ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it was rather a complete surprise that you dare to use vulgar at me for little things that can be compromised between the two of us. It wasn't even anyone's fault. It was a total misunderstanding. I got all enraged because you went mia and left me with unanwered questions in mind. And to make things worst you bitch about me in your post. At that point of time, I knew very well you were no longer my true friend. Yes, maybe you're not quite yourself at that moment and that leads you to doing that. But hello? I was mad too. Still, I'm wise enough not to bring someone down in this cyber world. Someone whom I called friend. I can no longer trust you like I used to. Because if you could go to that extent once, you can repeat it twice. That was why whenever we meet, I preferred to keep to myself and let you do all the talking. Fyi, I do have a lot of things I really wanted to share with you. I badly need your listening ear to lighten the burden I'm carrying. It was hard, I really do miss you comforting me during rough times. However, my trust for you has fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you state in your blog wasn't at all true. I don't search for you in the times of need, not anymore. Does it even bother you if Nabil means the world to me? Fyi, I still do need and have friends whom I spent almost my everyday with. If you doubt me, you can go ahead and ask Amirah or Shima. So please don't make me look as if I'm a loner and that I only depend on Nabil. The recent fight I told you about was unintentionally. Because I remembered calling you up to ask about the sundresses thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you should be more reflective rather than just typing down things without have to use this thing called 'brain'. But maybe you have a point to be unsatisfied at; the part you said I know you way longer than him. Anyhow, let me ask you, are you really trustworthy enough to deserve better? Or are you just bitching about me to your friends and to the world to read? I do suck at forgiving and I can't let bygones be bygones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-1691923971709054533?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1691923971709054533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1691923971709054533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-guess-was-right-after-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-5726179246424744253</id><published>2009-02-04T12:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T14:06:58.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello earthlings! I'm like sick and tired talking about school in most of my recent post already. oke, whatever. I did watched LOVE MATTER with girlfriends. I highly recommend you people to watch it, especially to the guys. And hope it will hit you to reality that sex is not everything. Millions of thank yous to Siti Amirah for the movie treat  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYkpbSjaCwI/AAAAAAAABNM/WtC-h3i09Hg/s1600-h/DSC02876.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYkpbSjaCwI/AAAAAAAABNM/WtC-h3i09Hg/s400/DSC02876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298811985391651586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYkpbVcF_tI/AAAAAAAABNU/DfvhavhmiMo/s1600-h/DSC02872.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYkpbVcF_tI/AAAAAAAABNU/DfvhavhmiMo/s400/DSC02872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298811986166283986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYkpbOzwZ0I/AAAAAAAABNE/FbzAiP5dIGo/s1600-h/DSC02888.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYkpbOzwZ0I/AAAAAAAABNE/FbzAiP5dIGo/s400/DSC02888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298811984386484034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYkpbOPaBAI/AAAAAAAABM8/nuWAWnZ06Bk/s1600-h/DSC02889.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYkpbOPaBAI/AAAAAAAABM8/nuWAWnZ06Bk/s400/DSC02889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298811984234021890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I love the way he is and I don't mind how childish he can be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I trained down to Bishan last afternoon to meet Nabil there after school. I was supposed to accompany him to NEA building for I don't know what reason. Little did I realised that he was appealing for his bike that was charged to a fee of (insert amount here) due to excessive smoke. Tell me imma bad girlfriend. I pity him but I was there hopeless just to watch his appeal rejected  :(  If only I wasn't damn broke right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I can be this ugly. this is intentionally oke.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYkpbZJ4abI/AAAAAAAABNc/SVnpLUBzL9A/s1600-h/DSC02922.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYkpbZJ4abI/AAAAAAAABNc/SVnpLUBzL9A/s400/DSC02922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298811987163638194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd monthsary and Valentine's drawing near. Like I've said earlier I'm broke. And I obviously can't get Nabil any surprises? How worst can 2009 gets? Not my luck not my luck. But how can that be? Because my 18th birthday falls on 090909 this year dammit! Isn't that a great number and a good sign? blearghhhhh -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Syakirah's beauty sleep!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYkqM_oQxyI/AAAAAAAABNk/_Cs81YDVdIs/s1600-h/DSC02925.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYkqM_oQxyI/AAAAAAAABNk/_Cs81YDVdIs/s400/DSC02925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298812839305201442" 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/4005558078042202076-5726179246424744253?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/5726179246424744253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/5726179246424744253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-earthlings-im-like-sick-and-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYkpbSjaCwI/AAAAAAAABNM/WtC-h3i09Hg/s72-c/DSC02876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-1163445974138659322</id><published>2009-02-02T11:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:05:30.848+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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYaM6IFXB7I/AAAAAAAABMs/Xymn306IwLM/s1600-h/miller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYaM6IFXB7I/AAAAAAAABMs/Xymn306IwLM/s320/miller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298076941878233010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYaM6c921mI/AAAAAAAABM0/Pvph7vO84UA/s1600-h/james+franco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYaM6c921mI/AAAAAAAABM0/Pvph7vO84UA/s320/james+franco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298076947483907682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm in dilemma right now. And I don't have the whole year to get my mind set. I'm unsure if I'm keen in taking up the course I'm posted to. I don't know whether I really am interested in Leisure &amp;amp; Travel Operations. Maybe I am but maybe I'm not if you make me think job wise(long-term). Yes, true, I can work for IR which will be launching soon because they will need a lot of labour. But hey, our attractions for tourist is just a handful compared to the bigger countries. And our exchange rate is not favorable for the developing countries to make a visit. What will happen to the workers in tourism sector during off-peak seasons? Should we just depend on business-tourism? I'm very well aware that tourism is the largest and fastest growing form of economy. Nevertheless I desperately do not want to end up in ticketing with a bunch of MINAHS? eewwww -_- opps, no offence. Okay I'm exaggerating. I can be employed by clubs, resorts, attractions, travel agencies etc. But the one I pointed out earlier is the worst and disastrous. hahhha!&lt;br /&gt;So should I appeal for Business Administration instead? People, I need suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabil and I go green on Saturday. We took public transport instead of riding his bike. He didn't quite agree to my idea but we did have fun on our train rides. (Kan b? :P) Nabil witnessed how happy I was the point I saw my size for the denim skirt at cotton on, Novena outlet. I was literally shouting and screaming. So I happily bought one for Amirah and one for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be heading ehub in the afternoon to catch Love Matters with girlfriends. It's all on Siti Amirah. She'll treat all of us. I'm so happpyyyyy! Maybe Amirah and I  should drag Shima down too *evil smile* hahhaha (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-1163445974138659322?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1163445974138659322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1163445974138659322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-in-dilemma-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYaM6IFXB7I/AAAAAAAABMs/Xymn306IwLM/s72-c/miller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-2524118093355162091</id><published>2009-01-30T10:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:11:40.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYJ5ohuxW9I/AAAAAAAABLE/7o4lxpVyXQk/s1600-h/DSC02787-1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYJ5ohuxW9I/AAAAAAAABLE/7o4lxpVyXQk/s400/DSC02787-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296929848897395666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYJ5ovVFR_I/AAAAAAAABLM/GRslSaG4euA/s1600-h/DSC02790-1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYJ5ovVFR_I/AAAAAAAABLM/GRslSaG4euA/s400/DSC02790-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296929852547745778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYJ9ahBluVI/AAAAAAAABMM/XShmHtxkipo/s1600-h/DSC02784-1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYJ9ahBluVI/AAAAAAAABMM/XShmHtxkipo/s400/DSC02784-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296934006236232018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I treated Nabil to chocolate ice-cream prata as promised. But still, his cheeks didn't grew any fatter. hahahh! Instead my cheeks became his victim again. And ouchhhh, he's becoming more violent. But it's okay I had my revenge too. hohohoho!&lt;br /&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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYJ88GydlGI/AAAAAAAABME/iJwWK2j6J38/s1600-h/Picture-Perfect001-1+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYJ88GydlGI/AAAAAAAABME/iJwWK2j6J38/s320/Picture-Perfect001-1+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296933483797386338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYJ88DzdCVI/AAAAAAAABL8/XsGbMunmQeA/s1600-h/Picture-Perfect008.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYJ88DzdCVI/AAAAAAAABL8/XsGbMunmQeA/s320/Picture-Perfect008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296933482996238674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Shairulazryan!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So today I woke up with two messages on my mobile phone. From 74688 at 6:10am saying that I'm posted to ITE WEST-Clementi, Leisure &amp;amp; Travel Operations. So yayyy! I got my first choice. Fortunately it's not any business course I chose. eewwww -_-. And another text from Shairulazryan at 7:44am, 'Ilah! Kau dpt skola ape?'. And after replying to his texts, we realised that we're both posted to the SAME SCHOOL and the SAME COURSE. But this guy here who really wants to persue his studies at polytechnic is now making his way to RP to appeal. Woahh, aku baru nak feeling feeling ade members siol. hahha! Whatever it is, I wish you all the best. Prolly this is a dissapointment to bby. Because he badly wants me to be posted to his school, Ite Bishan. The obvious reason is, we could go to school together and he can atleast tengok tengok kan I pat skola. Don't worry k b, I'll do fine (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-2524118093355162091?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/2524118093355162091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/2524118093355162091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/01/shairulazryan-today-i-woke-up-with-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYJ5ohuxW9I/AAAAAAAABLE/7o4lxpVyXQk/s72-c/DSC02787-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-5542988217537755594</id><published>2009-01-28T21:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:13:33.709+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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYBfq-safDI/AAAAAAAABK8/bko-ji0GObw/s1600-h/DSC02010.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYBfq-safDI/AAAAAAAABK8/bko-ji0GObw/s400/DSC02010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296338353776131122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYBetWMzrII/AAAAAAAABK0/E6gOQIbbIwg/s1600-h/Syed+Nabil.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYBetWMzrII/AAAAAAAABK0/E6gOQIbbIwg/s400/Syed+Nabil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296337294934125698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(b, you cute lah, mcm I. wuahhaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nabil bby is acting so hornyy today(woahliao you readers really think out of the box eyyy). hehoheho :). I mean he has been pinching my cheeks from the very second Amirah left us just now despite the fact that we meet daily, yet he still misses me without fail(opps,I mean he misses my fat cheeks). Tomorrow I treat you to prata ice-cream okay b? So your cheeks can grow as fat as mine and I can play with them too. Yay! :D (sorry readers for the loveydovey post XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYBetaETwfI/AAAAAAAABKs/MZhkaJvyXQc/s1600-h/mazda-rx-8-type-e-titel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYBetaETwfI/AAAAAAAABKs/MZhkaJvyXQc/s400/mazda-rx-8-type-e-titel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296337295972221426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sooooo want to have this mazda rx8!&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I want to have a bike first!&lt;br /&gt;Okay wait, I've yet to reach 18 -_-&lt;br /&gt;hahha!&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/4005558078042202076-5542988217537755594?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/5542988217537755594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/5542988217537755594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/01/nabil-bby-is-acting-so-hornyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SYBfq-safDI/AAAAAAAABK8/bko-ji0GObw/s72-c/DSC02010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-569299877045786716</id><published>2009-01-26T21:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:29:10.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Head FarEast Plaza on sunny saturday. The weather is so hot, I bet my skin is getting darker. Hop from one shop to another and finally I got the right dress for myself. Pity Nabil who was already so exhausted.&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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SX294nAhAiI/AAAAAAAABKM/Glwkyrq02T4/s1600-h/DSC02624-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SX294nAhAiI/AAAAAAAABKM/Glwkyrq02T4/s400/DSC02624-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295597517099041314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socks Nabil cute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SX294f2PJHI/AAAAAAAABKE/AbtdeKoS9xo/s1600-h/DSC02647.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SX294f2PJHI/AAAAAAAABKE/AbtdeKoS9xo/s400/DSC02647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295597515176879218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had a barbeque pit with family on lovely sunday at Jurong Green Park(if I'm not wrong). After settling down for a few seconds, tiny droplets of rain started to pour. erghhh -_- But oh well, we still had lotsa fun (:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SX294fealMI/AAAAAAAABJ0/u0rJrcysCFo/s1600-h/25012009009.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SX294fealMI/AAAAAAAABJ0/u0rJrcysCFo/s400/25012009009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295597515076965570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SX294MrdqBI/AAAAAAAABJs/u00Ktn8EnqA/s1600-h/25012009008.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SX294MrdqBI/AAAAAAAABJs/u00Ktn8EnqA/s400/25012009008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295597510031419410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SX27s01VGqI/AAAAAAAABJk/JH4aa-oPkZU/s1600-h/Picture%281%29.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SX27s01VGqI/AAAAAAAABJk/JH4aa-oPkZU/s400/Picture%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295595115628534434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rain rain, go away *singing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SX27soBYQhI/AAAAAAAABJU/Ki5Cnb_tJH4/s1600-h/25012009045.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SX27soBYQhI/AAAAAAAABJU/Ki5Cnb_tJH4/s400/25012009045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295595112189411858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SX27s4KGldI/AAAAAAAABJc/dowTDRQtWS8/s1600-h/25012009014.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SX27s4KGldI/AAAAAAAABJc/dowTDRQtWS8/s400/25012009014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295595116520969682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SX27saQq1cI/AAAAAAAABJM/F9WK4zOtdMw/s1600-h/DSC02745.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SX27saQq1cI/AAAAAAAABJM/F9WK4zOtdMw/s400/DSC02745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295595108495447490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SX27rLcCRTI/AAAAAAAABJE/ub0L9abiwEc/s1600-h/P250109_193001-1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SX27rLcCRTI/AAAAAAAABJE/ub0L9abiwEc/s400/P250109_193001-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295595087336719666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-569299877045786716?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/569299877045786716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/569299877045786716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/01/head-fareast-plaza-on-sunny-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SX294nAhAiI/AAAAAAAABKM/Glwkyrq02T4/s72-c/DSC02624-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-737098578621733020</id><published>2009-01-24T11:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:52:09.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will need to have a part-time job after receiving my school schedule which will be released by April. Only GOD knows why. hehehhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXqPHLDqyVI/AAAAAAAABI8/GUflaVirtQM/s1600-h/DSC02168.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXqPHLDqyVI/AAAAAAAABI8/GUflaVirtQM/s400/DSC02168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294701665317472594" 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/4005558078042202076-737098578621733020?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/737098578621733020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/737098578621733020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-will-need-to-have-part-time-job-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXqPHLDqyVI/AAAAAAAABI8/GUflaVirtQM/s72-c/DSC02168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-522154882343878366</id><published>2009-01-23T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:59:16.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sms-ing cuppycake right now. See what he got to say;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabil : I love you too. I hope nothing can break us apart, not even a huge rock. (I guess what he's trying to say is if we're going thru a huge obstacle. hahah)&lt;br /&gt;Honey : Haha. Obviously I'm bigger than a rock. So I can protect you. Cause u're not physically strong. Hahha. Unless . . . (Nabil know, I know, public don't know. hahha!)&lt;br /&gt;Nabil : Tk baek you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXnKbqVaRuI/AAAAAAAABIM/DvHOkuFLU00/s1600-h/DSC02608.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXnKbqVaRuI/AAAAAAAABIM/DvHOkuFLU00/s320/DSC02608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294485413520099042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXnKb5Dd0yI/AAAAAAAABIU/hC-gKHi6Tn4/s1600-h/DSC02613.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXnKb5Dd0yI/AAAAAAAABIU/hC-gKHi6Tn4/s320/DSC02613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294485417471365922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just discovered Nabil had a bad habit. But it's cute in a way. He likes to gentel(i don't know what it is called in english) the tip of his pillowcase. And then, he would bite it. He's too busy gentel-ing his pillowcase that he didn't realise I caught him on action! He turned to me and ask "You msg sape?"  Now you don't have a reason to blame me for still having my bantal busuk ok? heee (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-522154882343878366?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/522154882343878366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/522154882343878366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-sms-ing-cuppycake-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXnKbqVaRuI/AAAAAAAABIM/DvHOkuFLU00/s72-c/DSC02608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-1230887185365874015</id><published>2009-01-23T10:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:43:15.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXksceXTsXI/AAAAAAAABHk/7WjMyIYY2jQ/s1600-h/DSC05899.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXksceXTsXI/AAAAAAAABHk/7WjMyIYY2jQ/s320/DSC05899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294311704649511282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXkz-e7Ab0I/AAAAAAAABH8/0-afmZr90R8/s1600-h/DSC08867-+1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXkz-e7Ab0I/AAAAAAAABH8/0-afmZr90R8/s320/DSC08867-+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294319985496190786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXkz3jDJkII/AAAAAAAABHs/yx7jYqDCT84/s1600-h/DSC00101.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXkz3jDJkII/AAAAAAAABHs/yx7jYqDCT84/s320/DSC00101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294319866345001090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I'm paranoid -_-&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/4005558078042202076-1230887185365874015?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1230887185365874015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/1230887185365874015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXksceXTsXI/AAAAAAAABHk/7WjMyIYY2jQ/s72-c/DSC05899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-2860226101470209923</id><published>2009-01-21T11:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:18:27.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXagG1YR9YI/AAAAAAAABG8/30IJCZAi_WM/s1600-h/DSC08627.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXagG1YR9YI/AAAAAAAABG8/30IJCZAi_WM/s400/DSC08627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293594451289175426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm unsure whether I'm being self-centered or unreasonable for not being forgiving. I was being myself and this is how I am. I won't melt or buy any of your ohh-sooo-fucking-sweet endless texts. And for your information, I could not stop quivering while looking at your page &amp;amp; while making an account for self. I could have just dialled at your mobile and yell at the top of my lungs. I so wanted to hurl a string of detrimental vulgarities at you. But I didn't. Because I'm afraid it will lead me sobbing instead of yelling. So I came up with a better idea or shall I say a superb surprise. I bet you're shocked. Prolly never once came across to your mind I would do such things/upload such pictures of myself for the whole world to see. I wanted to hurt you so bad. I wanted you to feel how I felt deep inside. I wanted to slit a cut in your heart hoping it won't stop bleeding. I wanted you to make me your hardest goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not trying to be angelic or making you in the bad light and push all the blame to you. I do have flaws and I'm aware of it. But I didn't walk away from my lies. This is karma for you baby.&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline is, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we're through&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Gave you everything you asked for&lt;br /&gt;And was ready to give you alot more&lt;br /&gt;I would've given the world&lt;br /&gt;Right in the palm of your hands,'&lt;br /&gt;[Forget About Me by Little Bit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-2860226101470209923?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/2860226101470209923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/2860226101470209923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-unsure-whether-im-being-self.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXagG1YR9YI/AAAAAAAABG8/30IJCZAi_WM/s72-c/DSC08627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-5011995138874147329</id><published>2009-01-18T09:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T09:48:19.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ache'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post would be boring. I just have to let things out of my chest. I won't provide you readers with all the details needed because prolly that someone was aware with the situation. As told, I tried not to worsen condition so I just kept quiet. But not a day goes by when it doesn't hurt knowing we pretended to be fine. Why not you try to reminisce carefully at our past? We're not how we used to be. Obviously, things can't always happen the way I planned. I'm unsure what went wrong and what I lack of. For all I know, every encounter with you was special, priceless, and I don't wish to lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Will you ditch what you wanted so badly after you have them in your hands? And will the thrill be over so soon?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-5011995138874147329?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/5011995138874147329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/5011995138874147329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-post-would-be-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-216631656200057599</id><published>2009-01-17T21:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T09:48:47.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXHjpJVTpcI/AAAAAAAABGI/uBAMsNe8-ZU/s1600-h/DSC02394-1-1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXHjpJVTpcI/AAAAAAAABGI/uBAMsNe8-ZU/s320/DSC02394-1-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292261333156472258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey baybehh! I realised I've gain a kilo. I so need to workout and cut down the calories I'm taking in. How I wish I can just remove the extra tummy fats in a snap of fingers. But Nabil said I should not be cruel to self to starve my growling tummy just to look good. It's not worthy. Somehow I agreed with what he's trying to point out. Nevertheless I don't want to get fat and lose shape. I'm happy with the way I am right now. So I won't want to gain any fats any more. Anyhow, if I do get thinnnerrrrr, I would be soo happpyyyyy! Get what I mean? hahahha! Like nobody is perfect. And I don't expect God to give me vuluptuous curves, drop dead gorgeous looks and whatever I ever wished for to look beautiful. Everyone has flaws and that makes everyone special. Bottomline is, I'm special and so are you! Best kan? ahahhaa :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of you making a new resolution for 2009. I think you better write it down on a piece of  paper and just throw it in the rubbish bin. I'm not trying to nag here. But hey, if your reason was you're lazy, then let me tell you this, everyone is. But yet, they still make the effort to drag their heavy ass to school. Yes, I'm mad. Indeed, I'm so mad at you. I thought you'll hold onto your resolution. I made the effort to give you a wake up call almost every single day(even most of the times I could not get my eyes to open) hoping this will help you. Because I know if it wasn't for me, you would be late for school or maybe just absent yourself. I won't do this if I don't&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Tgk laki aku, pegi skola tapi maen shoot2 eraser)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXHiBnIaSWI/AAAAAAAABGA/fsTdE-cqjdg/s1600-h/DSC00150.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXHiBnIaSWI/AAAAAAAABGA/fsTdE-cqjdg/s320/DSC00150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292259554449049954" 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/4005558078042202076-216631656200057599?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/216631656200057599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/216631656200057599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-baybehh-i-realised-ive-gain-kilo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXHjpJVTpcI/AAAAAAAABGI/uBAMsNe8-ZU/s72-c/DSC02394-1-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-8110219717642387973</id><published>2009-01-15T11:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:06:45.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cause i&apos;m NABIL&apos;S'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SW61mfEIPHI/AAAAAAAABFo/bNVdoKAjjAs/s1600-h/DSC02397-1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SW61mfEIPHI/AAAAAAAABFo/bNVdoKAjjAs/s320/DSC02397-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291366284985384050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgets that today is the 15th. Which means it has already been 10months since I met Nabil. HAPPY HAPPY 10months! hahaa :D   Nabil gets so annoyed yesterday. Because he was coughs coughs* (insert word here) by the traffic police. I shall not state it here. Or he might get angry. hohohho! Sorry Nabil.&lt;br /&gt;I tried calling RP and ask them regarding appealing of courses. Unfortunately, it seems that I can't appeal since my results aren't good enough. They suggest I tried it online. Like wth? I'm not a dumb bimbo who will trust they will entertain me online. ASS~&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm not satisfied with my results. Truthfully, I am even though I can't be posted to any Polytechnics. Cause I know I've given my best. And that I'm proud I've endured and push it right through the end. Obtaining a C6 for Science and an E8 for Mathematics was not too bad for someone who fucking hate those subjects. People, or shall I say my friends(it would sound better if I call them my foes) even criticize my awful English language. But I guess, you should really need a mask to cover up your hideous face because I had a B3 for it. That's how 'see who gets the last laugh' came around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-8110219717642387973?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8110219717642387973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8110219717642387973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-almost-forgets-that-today-is-15th.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SW61mfEIPHI/AAAAAAAABFo/bNVdoKAjjAs/s72-c/DSC02397-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-8465514658225013320</id><published>2009-01-12T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:56:41.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My results are such a disappointment to my parents. Especially to beloved mummy. So please don't go around asking me how was the results, or how many points I obtained, or what course I'll be applying for at the polytechnic. I'm warning you. Or else. . . I'm gonna give you a punch in the face and to the polyclinic you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share with you my outdated first monthsary pictures. At least they can put a smile on my grumpy face (:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SWtLAoK5nFI/AAAAAAAABFY/M4rXNFAU0H0/s1600-h/DSC02289.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SWtLAoK5nFI/AAAAAAAABFY/M4rXNFAU0H0/s400/DSC02289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290404661431999570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SWtLyWhK3JI/AAAAAAAABFg/L8DuHSoZ6rg/s1600-h/DSC02265.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SWtLyWhK3JI/AAAAAAAABFg/L8DuHSoZ6rg/s400/DSC02265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290405515687025810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SWtLAka6YRI/AAAAAAAABFQ/-KtQWTrJ1SY/s1600-h/DSC02287.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SWtLAka6YRI/AAAAAAAABFQ/-KtQWTrJ1SY/s400/DSC02287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290404660425416978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SWtLAbAq-ZI/AAAAAAAABFI/45UlsoWOirY/s1600-h/DSC02286.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SWtLAbAq-ZI/AAAAAAAABFI/45UlsoWOirY/s400/DSC02286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290404657899436434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SWtLAL6FURI/AAAAAAAABFA/ScymrhYVhZA/s1600-h/DSC02284.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SWtLAL6FURI/AAAAAAAABFA/ScymrhYVhZA/s400/DSC02284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290404653845270802" 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/4005558078042202076-8465514658225013320?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8465514658225013320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8465514658225013320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-results-are-such-disappointment-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SWtLAoK5nFI/AAAAAAAABFY/M4rXNFAU0H0/s72-c/DSC02289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-5328325456596467460</id><published>2009-01-08T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:40:04.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why was it we humans always ended up in causing each other so much pain? Life evolved into a series of mis-communications and unreturned desires. You liked him, he liked the girl down the street, who liked someone else entirely. And we danced the dance, played the games, and allowed ourselves to get hurt over and over and over. And to what ultimate gain? Was there hope that two people could find each other and truly be happy for a lifetime? Was there a person out there with whom you'd feel completely content and who would also feel completely content with you? Was that even possible? Or were we chasing rainbows and delusion and risking our hearts and wasting our lives in this game called 'love' for absolutely no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SWa4BldYMHI/AAAAAAAABEY/5r3qIrdxPa0/s1600-h/DSC02136.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SWa4BldYMHI/AAAAAAAABEY/5r3qIrdxPa0/s400/DSC02136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289117149767938162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SWa4Bk8C0hI/AAAAAAAABEQ/3V1oLem1_vY/s1600-h/DSC02166.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SWa4Bk8C0hI/AAAAAAAABEQ/3V1oLem1_vY/s400/DSC02166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289117149628125714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was completely not myself this few days. There were things bothering me. I was all torn up  thinking of it and it felt like someone slit through my chest. I don't understand  why it hurt so much. Maybe because bby never acted this way before. He never failed to show his affection towards me. And one day, taa-daaa! It was all gone, just like that. Even any vanishing powder can never leave a tough stain that easily. So today, I puke it all out without looking in his eyes cause I was afraid I would just tear up. I know I should not be a cry baby. But it's hard. Thinking of it too much made my heart squeeze and I can hardly breathe. Upon receiving any messages through the mobile phone can hurt me that bad too. Fortunately, we had talk things out. And guess what? Tomorrow is out 1st month anni! WOOHOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabil came over my house today. We eat, tickle, giggle and play around with Syakirah while the dvd played Transpoter3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SWa4Bx3pm0I/AAAAAAAABEg/XQafT5nXUak/s1600-h/DSC02208.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SWa4Bx3pm0I/AAAAAAAABEg/XQafT5nXUak/s400/DSC02208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289117153099356994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SWa4CJjq0II/AAAAAAAABEo/uPCLqLP36d8/s1600-h/DSC02212.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SWa4CJjq0II/AAAAAAAABEo/uPCLqLP36d8/s400/DSC02212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289117159458001026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SWa4CQAeAiI/AAAAAAAABEw/vvg8lMVg4qw/s1600-h/DSC02215.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SWa4CQAeAiI/AAAAAAAABEw/vvg8lMVg4qw/s400/DSC02215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289117161189409314" 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/4005558078042202076-5328325456596467460?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/5328325456596467460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/5328325456596467460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-was-it-we-humans-always-ended-up-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SWa4BldYMHI/AAAAAAAABEY/5r3qIrdxPa0/s72-c/DSC02136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-8445519448012934420</id><published>2009-01-06T12:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:48:54.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had merry-go-round rides a few days ago after so long I abandoned my kid crave. Last night, I met up with Zareeza. Borrowed books from the library. Hoping that reading could kill boredom at home since Nabil had already started school. But still, I've yet to give the book a peep -_-  I logged in to friendster knowing that I got a request from Syamin. geee, I don't know she had an account. Syamin, if you're reading this, I have to tell you this, I miss you so much. I remember those times you made drinks for me when I'm back at your place. You gave me chocolates and we play around with the hamster together. How I wish I could turn back the clock and spend a little more time with you. And I wish I could make up sometime to spend with you. But as you know things are just a little different between me and your brother right now. Alright, I have to go. I'll upload pictures soon. I have to rush to meet Mira. Toodles !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-8445519448012934420?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8445519448012934420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8445519448012934420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-had-merry-go-round-rides-few-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-8196304855749874246</id><published>2009-01-02T13:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:30:51.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just now, the internet was down for the moment. So I decided to look back at the past pictures. Realizing me how much I miss my friends and my desire to spend at least one more moment together with them was fuming. And I definitely miss my youth life in secondary school. I was close to tears but I hold back. This is life, nothing last forever. 2009 has hit the calender. Believe it or not, I'll be legal by September nine baybeh! With the start of the new year, I'd place all my past; jubilant and resentful moments in a closed chapter of my life. And start a new chapter ahead with someone new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown was spent with Nabil's cousins at Downtown East D'Marquee. Had a great time with them eventhough it was just the four of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head down Vivocity with Nabil yesterday. Lunched at BK. Then dessert-ed at BAKERZIN. i swear my tummy can burst anytime if I were to continue on eating. The rest of the day was spent slacking with Shima at Pasir Ris.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SV2uTMK-9TI/AAAAAAAABDA/IdglIpEXb4k/s1600-h/DSC02029.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SV2uTMK-9TI/AAAAAAAABDA/IdglIpEXb4k/s400/DSC02029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286573182310872370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SV2u50mbLwI/AAAAAAAABDw/7UTQFV8TjTE/s1600-h/DSC02008.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SV2u50mbLwI/AAAAAAAABDw/7UTQFV8TjTE/s400/DSC02008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286573845998415618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SV2u6oaqU-I/AAAAAAAABEA/aLQRCldVPV0/s1600-h/DSC02034.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SV2u6oaqU-I/AAAAAAAABEA/aLQRCldVPV0/s400/DSC02034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286573859907720162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SV2uTcvxDUI/AAAAAAAABDQ/BgFuHBMDQMY/s1600-h/DSC01996.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SV2uTcvxDUI/AAAAAAAABDQ/BgFuHBMDQMY/s400/DSC01996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286573186760117570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SV2z-52STjI/AAAAAAAABEI/3xYwxr8p3iY/s1600-h/DSC02041.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SV2z-52STjI/AAAAAAAABEI/3xYwxr8p3iY/s400/DSC02041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286579430864604722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SV2u5TTfIeI/AAAAAAAABDo/EUbX1Z30b80/s1600-h/DSC02007.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SV2u5TTfIeI/AAAAAAAABDo/EUbX1Z30b80/s400/DSC02007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286573837060612578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SV2uTXOLIpI/AAAAAAAABDI/pbaC6GoubcU/s1600-h/DSC02010.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SV2uTXOLIpI/AAAAAAAABDI/pbaC6GoubcU/s400/DSC02010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286573185277043346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SV2uTvn2uEI/AAAAAAAABDY/4Qk_aZ1vZNA/s1600-h/DSC01999.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SV2uTvn2uEI/AAAAAAAABDY/4Qk_aZ1vZNA/s400/DSC01999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286573191827208258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SV2u6l7oxLI/AAAAAAAABD4/s4Cr-Vr10Z8/s1600-h/DSC02032.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SV2u6l7oxLI/AAAAAAAABD4/s4Cr-Vr10Z8/s400/DSC02032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286573859240723634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SV2uTrMusiI/AAAAAAAABDg/Xye5ViXH7hE/s1600-h/DSC02006.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SV2uTrMusiI/AAAAAAAABDg/Xye5ViXH7hE/s400/DSC02006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286573190639694370" 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/4005558078042202076-8196304855749874246?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8196304855749874246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8196304855749874246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-now-internet-was-down-for-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SV2uTMK-9TI/AAAAAAAABDA/IdglIpEXb4k/s72-c/DSC02029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-6413382591007730842</id><published>2008-12-31T10:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:43:54.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ayy baybayyy ! I'M BACK ! Andd ohhh, countdown will be this midnight. And I'm still not prepared o.O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVro-m8FjJI/AAAAAAAABCg/0bDvRO_BvBY/s1600-h/IMG_3037-1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVro-m8FjJI/AAAAAAAABCg/0bDvRO_BvBY/s400/IMG_3037-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285793274974801042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVrdXL2vR7I/AAAAAAAABBY/-HwyJjmpQbw/s1600-h/DSC01924.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVrdXL2vR7I/AAAAAAAABBY/-HwyJjmpQbw/s400/DSC01924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285780503061809074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVrdWv6U3XI/AAAAAAAABBQ/9eYE5kpnqAU/s1600-h/DSC01903.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVrdWv6U3XI/AAAAAAAABBQ/9eYE5kpnqAU/s400/DSC01903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285780495560662386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVrdXEOttMI/AAAAAAAABBg/uVGWH4CIwp0/s1600-h/DSC01922.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVrdXEOttMI/AAAAAAAABBg/uVGWH4CIwp0/s400/DSC01922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285780501014885570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVrgGAUArBI/AAAAAAAABBo/xbHfutGVB-0/s1600-h/IMG_2931.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVrgGAUArBI/AAAAAAAABBo/xbHfutGVB-0/s400/IMG_2931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285783506440465426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you see my name or Nabil's ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVrgHZZPTdI/AAAAAAAABCA/LGcdpVOGfZE/s1600-h/DSC01943+-+1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVrgHZZPTdI/AAAAAAAABCA/LGcdpVOGfZE/s400/DSC01943+-+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285783530353151442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVrdWmCUGdI/AAAAAAAABBI/afYlrKB0lK4/s1600-h/IMG_2911.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVrdWmCUGdI/AAAAAAAABBI/afYlrKB0lK4/s400/IMG_2911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285780492909812178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVrgGzLZ01I/AAAAAAAABBw/sxSJCFsS8x8/s1600-h/IMG_2932.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVrgGzLZ01I/AAAAAAAABBw/sxSJCFsS8x8/s400/IMG_2932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285783520094573394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVrgHOchNzI/AAAAAAAABB4/I5-0MHfOer4/s1600-h/IMG_2936.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVrgHOchNzI/AAAAAAAABB4/I5-0MHfOer4/s400/IMG_2936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285783527414118194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVrgHajcWHI/AAAAAAAABCI/K7iMG6hW6Qc/s1600-h/DSC01959.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVrgHajcWHI/AAAAAAAABCI/K7iMG6hW6Qc/s400/DSC01959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285783530664384626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVrdWbMDVxI/AAAAAAAABBA/bIYXo0o2H-U/s1600-h/IMG_2989.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVrdWbMDVxI/AAAAAAAABBA/bIYXo0o2H-U/s400/IMG_2989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285780489997866770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to be back. Because I'm missed by someone back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVro-_3CuNI/AAAAAAAABCo/XD0cAmm28GQ/s1600-h/DSC01875.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVro-_3CuNI/AAAAAAAABCo/XD0cAmm28GQ/s400/DSC01875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285793281664530642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syed Nabil is full of  surprises.  Thank you so much for the mng  top and the flip flops.  And  the other  surprise. Here it is . . . . &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVrla3Pg8NI/AAAAAAAABCY/VBX94b5a6G0/s1600-h/DSC01979.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVrla3Pg8NI/AAAAAAAABCY/VBX94b5a6G0/s400/DSC01979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285789362341081298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVrrNTSxelI/AAAAAAAABC4/40IpYFcIJM4/s1600-h/DSC01977.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVrrNTSxelI/AAAAAAAABC4/40IpYFcIJM4/s400/DSC01977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285795726422538834" 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/4005558078042202076-6413382591007730842?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/6413382591007730842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/6413382591007730842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2008/12/ayy-baybayyy-im-back-andd-ohhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVro-m8FjJI/AAAAAAAABCg/0bDvRO_BvBY/s72-c/IMG_3037-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-6945634742514466526</id><published>2008-12-26T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:38:30.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PEOPLE! I'M CURRENTLY AT BUDGET TERMINAL! I'M USING THE FREE INTERNET SERVICE HERE. AND ITS LIMITED TO 15MINUTES. HOW PATHETIC? MY FLIGHT WILL TAKE OFF AT AROUND 1. IF THERE'S A BED HERE, I PROBABLY CAN DOZE OFF LIKE A SLEEPY PIG. I MANAGAED TO MEET NABIL EARLY IN THE MORNING. AND HERE I AM MISSING HIM ALREADY. OH GOOODDDDDD -.-  IM LEFT WITH 4MINS 23SECS RIGHT NOW. OKAY BUBYE READERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NABIL, I MISS YOU. TAKE CARE. DON'T TRY TO BE CHEEKY WHILE I'M AWAY ALRIGHT. LOVE YOU (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-6945634742514466526?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/6945634742514466526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/6945634742514466526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2008/12/people-im-currently-at-budget-terminal.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-427249239836536119</id><published>2008-12-25T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:36:08.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've done packing up my things. I'm all set for tomorrow. And so, I had a great time with Syed Nabil today. He treated me to oreo cheese cake at Mc Cafe downtown (: Thank you! I wanted to ride on the ferris wheel at e!hub but I changed my mind since no one wants to tag along except Nabil. Maybe I'll take a ride some other time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXqMWZhuoSI/AAAAAAAABIs/LswwrtB1tFw/s1600-h/DSC01854.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXqMWZhuoSI/AAAAAAAABIs/LswwrtB1tFw/s400/DSC01854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294698628364804386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXqMWXZtcoI/AAAAAAAABIk/YwNJnHv6znU/s1600-h/DSC01856.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXqMWXZtcoI/AAAAAAAABIk/YwNJnHv6znU/s400/DSC01856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294698627794301570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXqMWGLo1gI/AAAAAAAABIc/Ve_EayegOpM/s1600-h/DSC01857.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXqMWGLo1gI/AAAAAAAABIc/Ve_EayegOpM/s400/DSC01857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294698623171876354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXqMWZhuoSI/AAAAAAAABIs/LswwrtB1tFw/s1600-h/DSC01854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283729915701134658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVOUXSp4hUI/AAAAAAAABAg/matNm5X3nfE/s400/DSC01860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's not single,neither am I. We're happily attached :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283729122809853810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVOTpI53t3I/AAAAAAAABAY/h6sGk6o4K5U/s400/DSC01863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVOTonx_fiI/AAAAAAAABAQ/xLnYZx6OhNo/s1600-h/DSC01867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283729113918438946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVOTonx_fiI/AAAAAAAABAQ/xLnYZx6OhNo/s400/DSC01867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283729108070427682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVOToR_t7CI/AAAAAAAABAI/FK1aGyykzTk/s400/DSC01871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283729107405918322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVOToPhSUHI/AAAAAAAABAA/9GRfy3AGAd4/s400/DSC01847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283729106164909026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVOToK5aA-I/AAAAAAAAA_4/LoNI9uJQZdI/s400/DSC01851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Have I told you Nabil is so fickle minded? He decided not to pimp his bike at the workshop cause it is quite costly. So it's all DIY. Besides, he can save up alot. And now, Nabil's bike looks like Batman's. I'll be Wonder Woman and Nabil can be Batman :D Too bad all my dirty plans has gone to waste. shittsssss -_- But Nabil, don't celebrate too early or you might just fall down the drain. It's time for me to bid farewell. Bubye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S; Nabil, I so gonna miss you :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283732486930261474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 350px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVOWs9OrZeI/AAAAAAAABA4/7uNdzFFE0ks/s400/batman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283729933501337906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVOUYU9yETI/AAAAAAAABAw/QuRy9xNUAfY/s400/DSC01843.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283729930250116002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVOUYI2oW6I/AAAAAAAABAo/ggMPFIjD2cU/s400/DSC00124.jpg" border="0" /&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/4005558078042202076-427249239836536119?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/427249239836536119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/427249239836536119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-done-packing-up-my-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SXqMWZhuoSI/AAAAAAAABIs/LswwrtB1tFw/s72-c/DSC01854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-677871695736339160</id><published>2008-12-23T20:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:33:04.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVDnCLU_VCI/AAAAAAAAA_w/wB15gRtDFrE/s1600-h/DSC01837-1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVDnCLU_VCI/AAAAAAAAA_w/wB15gRtDFrE/s400/DSC01837-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282976387492172834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVDnBn26Y1I/AAAAAAAAA_o/Cy8pinYhZB8/s1600-h/DSC01790-1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVDnBn26Y1I/AAAAAAAAA_o/Cy8pinYhZB8/s400/DSC01790-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282976377970778962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm so apathetic. It took me a whole lot of effort just to drag me up the comfy sofa and switch on the pc. I've been neglecting my bloggy. And I guess, I need to do some proper update. Mummy wants me to pack my bag tonight. I have like 3 more days. Why should I rush? Anyway, I'm not looking forward to it since I'm not bringing much cash with me. I'll be missing Syed for 4days straight. Talking about Syed, he will pimp his ride when I'm off for the holiday. Apparently, it is rather a good idea cause he will need to send his bike to the workshop. So I'm sure he won't be hanging around and date girls/bitch/slut/whore/bimbo/tramp and other vulgar synonyms you can think of. However, I don't think my man is a casanova. If he is, I definitely won't fall for him. But Nabil, let me warn you, if you try to be cheeky, I so gonna pinch your nippies . Okay NO. Maybe something worst than what you can ever think of okay hunney? And to be extra cautious, I think I should hold on to his ez-link card. HAHA :D  But I'm not that mean to do that to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-677871695736339160?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/677871695736339160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/677871695736339160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-so-apathetic.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SVDnCLU_VCI/AAAAAAAAA_w/wB15gRtDFrE/s72-c/DSC01837-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-8229228337245325874</id><published>2008-12-20T09:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:16:05.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yes man'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for the late updates. Been quite, ermmm busy I shall say? Okay, here are the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SUxRlWZ922I/AAAAAAAAA98/fMktq50wCPk/s1600-h/DSC01702.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SUxRlWZ922I/AAAAAAAAA98/fMktq50wCPk/s400/DSC01702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281686165110250338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SUxSsGGrWlI/AAAAAAAAA-c/owaR3BGMeFk/s1600-h/DSC01677+-+1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SUxSsGGrWlI/AAAAAAAAA-c/owaR3BGMeFk/s400/DSC01677+-+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281687380505090642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SUxSslKOddI/AAAAAAAAA-0/dgGg7bSyb5c/s1600-h/DSC01701.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SUxSslKOddI/AAAAAAAAA-0/dgGg7bSyb5c/s400/DSC01701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281687388841473490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SUxSsYX7L2I/AAAAAAAAA-k/nEMT_MflFlo/s1600-h/DSC01687.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SUxSsYX7L2I/AAAAAAAAA-k/nEMT_MflFlo/s400/DSC01687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281687385409269602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SUxRmKtE_UI/AAAAAAAAA-U/RVe2fuoNu8Q/s1600-h/DSC01686.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SUxRmKtE_UI/AAAAAAAAA-U/RVe2fuoNu8Q/s400/DSC01686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281686179149053250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SUxSsUhouJI/AAAAAAAAA-s/3dn6fpKlOug/s1600-h/DSC01694.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SUxSsUhouJI/AAAAAAAAA-s/3dn6fpKlOug/s400/DSC01694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281687384376260754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SUxRlARyHDI/AAAAAAAAA90/9oYszISdS6k/s1600-h/DSC01709.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SUxRlARyHDI/AAAAAAAAA90/9oYszISdS6k/s400/DSC01709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281686159170346034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SUxRl-4xdPI/AAAAAAAAA-M/9oF3qqIQepM/s1600-h/171220081018.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SUxRl-4xdPI/AAAAAAAAA-M/9oF3qqIQepM/s400/171220081018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281686175976879346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SUxTkM8Bj6I/AAAAAAAAA_M/9pTzMwOzjwQ/s1600-h/DSC01715.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SUxTkM8Bj6I/AAAAAAAAA_M/9pTzMwOzjwQ/s400/DSC01715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281688344412131234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SUxRlhSGmnI/AAAAAAAAA-E/xvr-oiY7Jws/s1600-h/DSC01693.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SUxRlhSGmnI/AAAAAAAAA-E/xvr-oiY7Jws/s400/DSC01693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281686168030059122" 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/4005558078042202076-8229228337245325874?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8229228337245325874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/8229228337245325874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2008/12/sorry-for-late-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/SUxRlWZ922I/AAAAAAAAA98/fMktq50wCPk/s72-c/DSC01702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005558078042202076.post-320285698166129850</id><published>2008-12-10T10:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:59:36.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ST8wY7eJFDI/AAAAAAAAA9k/CB9eg2joui0/s1600-h/DSC01577.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ST8wY7eJFDI/AAAAAAAAA9k/CB9eg2joui0/s400/DSC01577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277990493140620338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ST8wZT5edAI/AAAAAAAAA9s/9PBBGujXMHM/s1600-h/DSC01580.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ST8wZT5edAI/AAAAAAAAA9s/9PBBGujXMHM/s400/DSC01580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277990499697718274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ST8wYgENx3I/AAAAAAAAA9c/ynJqvvzGLjI/s1600-h/DSC01557.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ST8wYgENx3I/AAAAAAAAA9c/ynJqvvzGLjI/s400/DSC01557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277990485784119154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ST8wYksffXI/AAAAAAAAA9U/EGvm-Nl5Xu4/s1600-h/DSC01558+-+1.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/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ST8wYksffXI/AAAAAAAAA9U/EGvm-Nl5Xu4/s400/DSC01558+-+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277990487026793842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I be your soldier ? Rescuing you from all your pain, carrying you off the battlefield, thru fire and after rain . Tending each other emotional wound, while dusting off the old iron case . Making up all mistakes been done to you, restoring a glow that once graced your face . All these words I say to you might not come as surprise . For many others came into your life, caressing you with nothing but lies . I can't tell you to trust me, with all you've been thru . But everything I say here, I say because I truly love you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Life is the flower for which love is the&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;honey&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005558078042202076-320285698166129850?l=honeyloveballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/320285698166129850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4005558078042202076/posts/default/320285698166129850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyloveballs.blogspot.com/2008/12/can-i-be-your-soldier-rescuing-you-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella Honey,</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10631979803782763518</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mf70IQtw9hc/ST8wY7eJFDI/AAAAAAAAA9k/CB9eg2joui0/s72-c/DSC01577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
