<?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-36735278</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:50:58.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.Love.Laugh.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-7568472066226885294</id><published>2007-12-31T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:33:09.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, 2007.</title><content type='html'>I browsed through Kade's &amp; Dot's blog &amp; I thought I should write a post on my 2007. I was overcame with nostalgia, when I sat down &amp; look back at all the events that had occurred during my 17th year of living. I'm not the kind of person who would look back at the past. I'd rather let history be history. But, sometimes, one can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone out there would have to agree that 2007 is a bittesweet year. Moving on to a new school, meeting new friends, losing someone close &amp; finding someone special. I would say my most memorable 2007 moment was when I spent my time with my family in Bangkok. We may never show that we care through words, but our actions speak alot. We deeply care about one another. No matter how many times we disagree with each other, we still love each other the same. I love my family a lot &amp; I wish they'd forgive me for any wrongdoing that I have committed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met someone special. I wasn't looking for love. Those few short but sweet moments that we've spent, I will treasure always. Love you lots, babes! And missing you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintaing a friendship isn't easy. As Dot has rightly said, "...keeping the old ones close is a challenge." While in the euphoria of meeting new people, we tend to forget those close to us. This is a shout-out to all my Gfs: I love you Girls! Forgive me for the mistakes I've committed that nearly or did jeopardise our friendship. I hope you would give me a chance to mend it back. And a special shout-out to Bestie: Thank you for being there for me, understanding me &amp; respecting me for who I am. When I made a confession to you about my love life, you sat there &amp; listen patiently - though I know you were very shocked about it. I felt that our friendship has moved on to another level. We could understand each other with out even portraying our emotions. And God willing, our friendship would stand the test of time, &amp; we would be best of friends 'til we're old &amp; wrinkly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all out there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="5" COLOR="red"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-7568472066226885294?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7568472066226885294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=7568472066226885294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/7568472066226885294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/7568472066226885294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodbye-2007.html' title='Goodbye, 2007.'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-883830740500167292</id><published>2007-12-27T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T21:01:02.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kampung visit &amp; Bangkok Trip 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;More photos!&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3TsKoE4DTI/AAAAAAAABZk/n-jcvrDKVgM/s1600-h/DSCF1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3TsKoE4DTI/AAAAAAAABZk/n-jcvrDKVgM/s400/DSCF1199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148999941292035378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Gerl's hair. Awful, isn't it? Well, it's partially her fault &amp; partially the hair stylist's. She has this weird habit of dying her hair every so often, &amp; this time she has gone to far with the colour. The stylist is at wrong because, despite knowing that Gerl had bleached her hair, she still recommended the colour red - the actual colour is more natural &amp; darker than this - knowing what the end result will be. Oh, well, damage's done. She had her hair done one Monday &amp; then she messaged me the next day to help her 'tone' down the colour. She bought the dye - I forgot the colour, but it's sort of dark brownish-red - &amp; I helped her apply it. I don't know why she asked me to do it, knowing fully well I have never done this before. It was quite fun dye-ing someone else's hair. I have no intention whatsoever to dye my own hair though. I like just the colour it is - black. Anyway, after re-dye-ing her hair again, the colour looks more darker.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3TsLYE4DUI/AAAAAAAABZs/mw61CIcdefQ/s1600-h/DSCF1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3TsLYE4DUI/AAAAAAAABZs/mw61CIcdefQ/s400/DSCF1154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148999954176937282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;I visited Maman Wan at his Muar house last Sunday. Kampung to be precise. He married a Malaysian lady who is my Bibik. He adopted a small baby boy - now already 1 1/2 years old - since he couldn't have any of his own. My uncle had been married for more then 10 years. That kid is SO ADORABLE! Firiz is his name. He's SO hyperactive. Oh, check out the video of him. He's just too cute!!!&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3TsLoE4DVI/AAAAAAAABZ0/8lksoeeVtRE/s1600-h/DSCF1148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3TsLoE4DVI/AAAAAAAABZ0/8lksoeeVtRE/s400/DSCF1148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148999958471904594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3TsMIE4DWI/AAAAAAAABZ8/wL2Q0SNH380/s1600-h/DSCF1150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3TsMIE4DWI/AAAAAAAABZ8/wL2Q0SNH380/s400/DSCF1150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148999967061839202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3TsMYE4DXI/AAAAAAAABaE/WlCODryGAeg/s1600-h/DSCF1155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3TsMYE4DXI/AAAAAAAABaE/WlCODryGAeg/s400/DSCF1155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148999971356806514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i120.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/DSCF1157.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Here are the extra pictures I forgot to upload from the previous post.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3RSG4E4DQI/AAAAAAAABZM/CFcVE04_l_s/s1600-h/DSCF0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3RSG4E4DQI/AAAAAAAABZM/CFcVE04_l_s/s400/DSCF0504.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148830552076848386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;We had to alight using the stairs instead of using normal, long, walkway - I don't know what's it called - shown below.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3RSHYE4DRI/AAAAAAAABZU/F2gvDt65-6E/s1600-h/DSCF0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3RSHYE4DRI/AAAAAAAABZU/F2gvDt65-6E/s400/DSCF0506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148830560666782994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3RSHoE4DSI/AAAAAAAABZc/Qq1XjOE7bjg/s1600-h/DSCF0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3RSHoE4DSI/AAAAAAAABZc/Qq1XjOE7bjg/s400/DSCF0507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148830564961750306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Then we had to take the airport bus to the arrival hall.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3OfNYE4DLI/AAAAAAAABYk/tYIms7IBtUk/s1600-h/DSCF0773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3OfNYE4DLI/AAAAAAAABYk/tYIms7IBtUk/s400/DSCF0773.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148633851164626098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3OfN4E4DMI/AAAAAAAABYs/Q7nRE6uU2O8/s1600-h/DSCF0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3OfN4E4DMI/AAAAAAAABYs/Q7nRE6uU2O8/s400/DSCF0772.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148633859754560706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3OfOIE4DNI/AAAAAAAABY0/IzbYxu5wW6I/s1600-h/DSCF0771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3OfOIE4DNI/AAAAAAAABY0/IzbYxu5wW6I/s400/DSCF0771.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148633864049528018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3OfOoE4DOI/AAAAAAAABY8/jBe3-Du2_ZA/s1600-h/DSCF0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3OfOoE4DOI/AAAAAAAABY8/jBe3-Du2_ZA/s400/DSCF0770.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148633872639462626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Aren't they just the cutest things? They belong to this gay shopowner, whose sport store Papa always patronize whenever his in Bangkok. Anyway, back to the dogs. They are just so, super cute!&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3OfPYE4DPI/AAAAAAAABZE/ZcldBPC8Szw/s1600-h/DSCF0769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3OfPYE4DPI/AAAAAAAABZE/ZcldBPC8Szw/s400/DSCF0769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148633885524364530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3NRWYE4DGI/AAAAAAAABX8/gRQcGdGeJOE/s1600-h/DSCF0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3NRWYE4DGI/AAAAAAAABX8/gRQcGdGeJOE/s400/DSCF0768.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148548243876482146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3NRW4E4DHI/AAAAAAAABYE/q1K3RivcheM/s1600-h/DSCF0767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3NRW4E4DHI/AAAAAAAABYE/q1K3RivcheM/s400/DSCF0767.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148548252466416754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;The food from the ONLY halal stall at the Siam Paragon's Foodcourt. The nasi briyani &amp; the noodles were quite sweet. It's like they put sugar instead of salt. Alot of it, I might add.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3NRXIE4DII/AAAAAAAABYM/Fvjy39UaTJk/s1600-h/DSCF0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3NRXIE4DII/AAAAAAAABYM/Fvjy39UaTJk/s400/DSCF0624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148548256761384066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;We were in the van, when I saw this beautiful drgaon structure. I got really intrigued by how the crafted the wood - I presume it the material used is wood - to make the dragons twist &amp; turn around the pillars. It look so real. Well, to me that is.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3NRXYE4DJI/AAAAAAAABYU/nbQsQlacJbY/s1600-h/DSCF0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3NRXYE4DJI/AAAAAAAABYU/nbQsQlacJbY/s400/DSCF0601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148548261056351378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3NRXoE4DKI/AAAAAAAABYc/cw4hBXXHtlw/s1600-h/DSCF0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3NRXoE4DKI/AAAAAAAABYc/cw4hBXXHtlw/s400/DSCF0602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148548265351318690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Remember I told you about the moving train on the bridge? Well, here's the pictures! :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-883830740500167292?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/883830740500167292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=883830740500167292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/883830740500167292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/883830740500167292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/kampung-visit-bangkok-trip-2.html' title='Kampung visit &amp; Bangkok Trip 2'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3TsKoE4DTI/AAAAAAAABZk/n-jcvrDKVgM/s72-c/DSCF1199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-3090228581986922181</id><published>2007-12-21T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T11:10:18.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok Trip</title><content type='html'>This is my overdue post on my Bangkok trip. I should have posted the pictures long time back but due to my laziness &amp; my eagerness to finish my story book, I put it off until now. There are still some photos un-updated, but there's some technical issues with Blogger, so I guess I'll upload them in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3CJuYE4C2I/AAAAAAAABV8/GanZPwLKIE0/s1600-h/DSCF0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3CJuYE4C2I/AAAAAAAABV8/GanZPwLKIE0/s400/DSCF0966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147765803914365794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Our hotel. Well, it's more of a service apartment then hotel. And it's new too. Very new. The pictures below are proof that it's very new &amp; very un-finished. The hotel has 2 blocks. We stayed at the newly finished block. The block opposite mine, as shown in the picture below, were still under construction. I don't know why they open the hotel to public, when it's still half done. I didn't quite mind 'coz I LOVED what was in it!&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3CJu4E4C3I/AAAAAAAABWE/bRIhg5NraNQ/s1600-h/DSCF0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3CJu4E4C3I/AAAAAAAABWE/bRIhg5NraNQ/s400/DSCF0564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147765812504300402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3CJvYE4C4I/AAAAAAAABWM/cWODV2cNjhE/s1600-h/DSCF0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3CJvYE4C4I/AAAAAAAABWM/cWODV2cNjhE/s400/DSCF0563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147765821094235010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3CJv4E4C5I/AAAAAAAABWU/L9QaB1OEHuc/s1600-h/DSCF0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3CJv4E4C5I/AAAAAAAABWU/L9QaB1OEHuc/s400/DSCF0562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147765829684169618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3CJwIE4C6I/AAAAAAAABWc/HPZ8YcoRQEk/s1600-h/DSCF0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3CJwIE4C6I/AAAAAAAABWc/HPZ8YcoRQEk/s400/DSCF0561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147765833979136930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;To my utter dismay, the swimming pool wasn't ready. I was so eager to go swimming. It has been quite long since I actually swam. I packed all my swimming gear &amp; was raring to go but all hopes were dashed when Papa told me that the hotel's swimming pool was not done yet. He could have told us earlier. Could have saved me all the excitement &amp; also give more room in the luggage. Oh, well, I guess he forgot. And besides, I was having my period. So, I guessed it made no different.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3CD24E4CxI/AAAAAAAABVU/XFQ-FmwXLCI/s1600-h/DSCF0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3CD24E4CxI/AAAAAAAABVU/XFQ-FmwXLCI/s400/DSCF0515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147759352873487122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3CD3YE4CyI/AAAAAAAABVc/ut288Tqu0Wc/s1600-h/DSCF0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3CD3YE4CyI/AAAAAAAABVc/ut288Tqu0Wc/s400/DSCF0519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147759361463421730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3CD3oE4CzI/AAAAAAAABVk/A8TRXrR1kS4/s1600-h/DSCF0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3CD3oE4CzI/AAAAAAAABVk/A8TRXrR1kS4/s400/DSCF0514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147759365758389042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3CD4IE4C0I/AAAAAAAABVs/kN38UDYBiP8/s1600-h/DSCF0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3CD4IE4C0I/AAAAAAAABVs/kN38UDYBiP8/s400/DSCF0520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147759374348323650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Saw the lobby? So chic! I loved the interior design, the furniture, the EVERYTHING. It's small, yet cozy. Chic yet homely.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;And now for a tour of the room.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3CD4oE4C1I/AAAAAAAABV0/MX2hzcMZL34/s1600-h/DSCF0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3CD4oE4C1I/AAAAAAAABV0/MX2hzcMZL34/s400/DSCF0548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147759382938258258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BrooE4CsI/AAAAAAAABUs/rkcpIFbHmmk/s1600-h/DSCF0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BrooE4CsI/AAAAAAAABUs/rkcpIFbHmmk/s400/DSCF0549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147732719781284546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BrpIE4CtI/AAAAAAAABU0/kvnCAp7-Bhw/s1600-h/DSCF0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BrpIE4CtI/AAAAAAAABU0/kvnCAp7-Bhw/s400/DSCF0550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147732728371219154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BrpoE4CuI/AAAAAAAABU8/G87Lf-mKFR8/s1600-h/DSCF0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BrpoE4CuI/AAAAAAAABU8/G87Lf-mKFR8/s400/DSCF0551.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147732736961153762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3Brp4E4CvI/AAAAAAAABVE/UDYlvlivtdk/s1600-h/DSCF0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3Brp4E4CvI/AAAAAAAABVE/UDYlvlivtdk/s400/DSCF0552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147732741256121074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Another proof that the hotel is very new. The staff didn't even remove the tape from the fridge. We were the first guests to use it! :D&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Oh, &amp; the proved cutleries &amp; utensils for our use. All new by the way.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3HucYE4C7I/AAAAAAAABWk/BwRs9tJ3FDA/s1600-h/DSCF0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3HucYE4C7I/AAAAAAAABWk/BwRs9tJ3FDA/s400/DSCF0554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148158020327836594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BrqoE4CwI/AAAAAAAABVM/5iNlahVqghI/s1600-h/DSCF0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BrqoE4CwI/AAAAAAAABVM/5iNlahVqghI/s400/DSCF0553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147732754141022978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BoC4E4CnI/AAAAAAAABUE/vkmkPYuX0-I/s1600-h/DSCF0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BoC4E4CnI/AAAAAAAABUE/vkmkPYuX0-I/s400/DSCF0544.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147728772706339442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BoDIE4CoI/AAAAAAAABUM/o6zDwB5ATIo/s1600-h/DSCF0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BoDIE4CoI/AAAAAAAABUM/o6zDwB5ATIo/s400/DSCF0545.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147728777001306754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Another reason why I like this hotel is because the use Samsung's products! Samsung microwave, Samsung fridge &amp; Samsung plasma t.v. I'm a huge Samsung fan. My phone's Samsung, the telly &amp; home theater system in my living room are of Samsung brand.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BoDYE4CpI/AAAAAAAABUU/g_ZUD27Ver8/s1600-h/DSCF0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BoDYE4CpI/AAAAAAAABUU/g_ZUD27Ver8/s400/DSCF0543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147728781296274066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BoD4E4CqI/AAAAAAAABUc/WZv7UcHBkrM/s1600-h/DSCF0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BoD4E4CqI/AAAAAAAABUc/WZv7UcHBkrM/s400/DSCF0547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147728789886208674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BoEYE4CrI/AAAAAAAABUk/S7joLR5yiA8/s1600-h/DSCF0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BoEYE4CrI/AAAAAAAABUk/S7joLR5yiA8/s400/DSCF0535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147728798476143282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BlVYE4CiI/AAAAAAAABTc/_S0EALikGL8/s1600-h/DSCF0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BlVYE4CiI/AAAAAAAABTc/_S0EALikGL8/s400/DSCF0539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147725791999035938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BlV4E4CjI/AAAAAAAABTk/DWrbeuYaZ9A/s1600-h/DSCF0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BlV4E4CjI/AAAAAAAABTk/DWrbeuYaZ9A/s400/DSCF0540.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147725800588970546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BlWYE4CkI/AAAAAAAABTs/0WfERRIVf0A/s1600-h/DSCF0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BlWYE4CkI/AAAAAAAABTs/0WfERRIVf0A/s400/DSCF0560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147725809178905154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;They have have this outrageously large bathrobe.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BlWoE4ClI/AAAAAAAABT0/qXDmjwrlYzQ/s1600-h/DSCF0536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BlWoE4ClI/AAAAAAAABT0/qXDmjwrlYzQ/s400/DSCF0536.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147725813473872466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BlXIE4CmI/AAAAAAAABT8/ez1YY8NSeCE/s1600-h/DSCF0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BlXIE4CmI/AAAAAAAABT8/ez1YY8NSeCE/s400/DSCF0534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147725822063807074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BiV4E4CdI/AAAAAAAABS0/cIvtIMuD0Xc/s1600-h/DSCF0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BiV4E4CdI/AAAAAAAABS0/cIvtIMuD0Xc/s400/DSCF0533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147722502054087122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BiWYE4CeI/AAAAAAAABS8/Msux0LWkLjw/s1600-h/DSCF0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BiWYE4CeI/AAAAAAAABS8/Msux0LWkLjw/s400/DSCF0531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147722510644021730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BiWoE4CfI/AAAAAAAABTE/T-LsQtB7AXg/s1600-h/DSCF0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BiWoE4CfI/AAAAAAAABTE/T-LsQtB7AXg/s400/DSCF0532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147722514938989042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BiW4E4CgI/AAAAAAAABTM/EfUPAR6ivaw/s1600-h/DSCF0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BiW4E4CgI/AAAAAAAABTM/EfUPAR6ivaw/s400/DSCF0557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147722519233956354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BiXYE4ChI/AAAAAAAABTU/iPNH8V50Sj8/s1600-h/DSCF0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BiXYE4ChI/AAAAAAAABTU/iPNH8V50Sj8/s400/DSCF0559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147722527823890962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;I was so shocked when I found out that they have hindi language channels: Zee Music &amp; Star Utsaf. I was very, very, very, very, very happy! :D I didn't know they watch such show. :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3Bf-4E4CYI/AAAAAAAABSM/IbkzLt8f7-0/s1600-h/DSCF0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3Bf-4E4CYI/AAAAAAAABSM/IbkzLt8f7-0/s400/DSCF0576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147719907893840258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;We were in Papa's friend's van, on the way to the Floating Market, when we saw a group of people filming. Cool or what?&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Out of the 5 times we've been to Bangkok, this was the first time we went to the Floating Market. It's really awesome, but the items there are quite costly. Pap's friend said it's because alot of tourists flock this place, mostly Caucasians. the ones with the dough.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3Bf_IE4CZI/AAAAAAAABSU/YIyAKtJsOOI/s1600-h/DSCF0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3Bf_IE4CZI/AAAAAAAABSU/YIyAKtJsOOI/s400/DSCF0581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147719912188807570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3Bf_oE4CaI/AAAAAAAABSc/G3GsK3uyxNk/s1600-h/DSCF0582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3Bf_oE4CaI/AAAAAAAABSc/G3GsK3uyxNk/s400/DSCF0582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147719920778742178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BgAIE4CbI/AAAAAAAABSk/ur4U5yyYnIY/s1600-h/DSCF0583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BgAIE4CbI/AAAAAAAABSk/ur4U5yyYnIY/s400/DSCF0583.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147719929368676786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BgAoE4CcI/AAAAAAAABSs/UAtfT-mvC3s/s1600-h/DSCF0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BgAoE4CcI/AAAAAAAABSs/UAtfT-mvC3s/s400/DSCF0584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147719937958611394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BdcIE4CTI/AAAAAAAABRk/K-0qr0iSwrw/s1600-h/DSCF0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BdcIE4CTI/AAAAAAAABRk/K-0qr0iSwrw/s400/DSCF0587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147717111870130482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BdcoE4CUI/AAAAAAAABRs/spzpAsJiSSY/s1600-h/DSCF0588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BdcoE4CUI/AAAAAAAABRs/spzpAsJiSSY/s400/DSCF0588.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147717120460065090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BddIE4CVI/AAAAAAAABR0/3y6J6XWbn_4/s1600-h/DSCF0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BddIE4CVI/AAAAAAAABR0/3y6J6XWbn_4/s400/DSCF0589.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147717129049999698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;The man on the extreme left is Papa's business partner &amp; friend. He's quite rich. He owns his own mango orchard among the many other things that he owns.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BddYE4CWI/AAAAAAAABR8/tBq2kpIDOQI/s1600-h/DSCF0590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3BddYE4CWI/AAAAAAAABR8/tBq2kpIDOQI/s400/DSCF0590.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147717133344967010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;At some waterfall place. I forgot the name. That train bridge is still in use. We were walking on the train bridge, when this huge old, steam train passed by. I think I have the picture somewhere. If I find it, I'll upload it in the next post.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3Bdd4E4CXI/AAAAAAAABSE/al_KXZkRJ8I/s1600-h/DSCF0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3Bdd4E4CXI/AAAAAAAABSE/al_KXZkRJ8I/s400/DSCF0594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147717141934901618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2-pBoE4COI/AAAAAAAABQ8/mmBQGcYMFHI/s1600-h/DSCF0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2-pBoE4COI/AAAAAAAABQ8/mmBQGcYMFHI/s400/DSCF0592.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147518744510597346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2-pB4E4CPI/AAAAAAAABRE/U63HnUrRsAc/s1600-h/DSCF0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2-pB4E4CPI/AAAAAAAABRE/U63HnUrRsAc/s400/DSCF0596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147518748805564658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2-pCIE4CQI/AAAAAAAABRM/DhWgJFcbfc8/s1600-h/DSCF0606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2-pCIE4CQI/AAAAAAAABRM/DhWgJFcbfc8/s400/DSCF0606.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147518753100531970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2-pCoE4CRI/AAAAAAAABRU/uOOjPsYHa9c/s1600-h/DSCF0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2-pCoE4CRI/AAAAAAAABRU/uOOjPsYHa9c/s400/DSCF0611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147518761690466578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2-pDIE4CSI/AAAAAAAABRc/Y444nDVW51o/s1600-h/DSCF0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2-pDIE4CSI/AAAAAAAABRc/Y444nDVW51o/s400/DSCF0612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147518770280401186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2-h7YE4CJI/AAAAAAAABQU/21K9OjcFHmY/s1600-h/DSCF0608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2-h7YE4CJI/AAAAAAAABQU/21K9OjcFHmY/s400/DSCF0608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147510940555020434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2-h74E4CKI/AAAAAAAABQc/WV-rJwsyIf4/s1600-h/DSCF0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2-h74E4CKI/AAAAAAAABQc/WV-rJwsyIf4/s400/DSCF0607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147510949144955042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2-h8IE4CLI/AAAAAAAABQk/_QJJHrHZVcU/s1600-h/DSCF0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2-h8IE4CLI/AAAAAAAABQk/_QJJHrHZVcU/s400/DSCF0691.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147510953439922354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2-h8oE4CMI/AAAAAAAABQs/3Rmok5iHQxk/s1600-h/DSCF0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2-h8oE4CMI/AAAAAAAABQs/3Rmok5iHQxk/s400/DSCF0692.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147510962029856962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2-h9IE4CNI/AAAAAAAABQ0/CG2iOGu8m94/s1600-h/DSCF0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2-h9IE4CNI/AAAAAAAABQ0/CG2iOGu8m94/s400/DSCF0720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147510970619791570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2vioIE4B_I/AAAAAAAABPU/-v6ooRvKKSw/s1600-h/DSCF0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2vioIE4B_I/AAAAAAAABPU/-v6ooRvKKSw/s320/DSCF0699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146456178191501298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;After the train bridge visit, we had dinner at this by-the-seaside-restaurant. I have no idea what the name of the restaurant was. I had two things on my mind then: 1. To fill my hungry tummy. 2. To take a long, hot bath back in the room.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2vioYE4CAI/AAAAAAAABPc/zqTAutTr5uA/s1600-h/DSCF0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2vioYE4CAI/AAAAAAAABPc/zqTAutTr5uA/s320/DSCF0783.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146456182486468610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2vipIE4CCI/AAAAAAAABPo/IfIGUIVevto/s1600-h/DSCF0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2vipIE4CCI/AAAAAAAABPo/IfIGUIVevto/s320/DSCF0785.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146456195371370530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2vipoE4CEI/AAAAAAAABP0/UOGm8gSmfuI/s1600-h/DSCF0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2vipoE4CEI/AAAAAAAABP0/UOGm8gSmfuI/s320/DSCF0786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146456203961305154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;I bought popcorn. I'd figured me wake full use of the microwave oven in the room.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2viqYE4CGI/AAAAAAAABQA/RQjaWm2ywIQ/s1600-h/DSCF0824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2viqYE4CGI/AAAAAAAABQA/RQjaWm2ywIQ/s320/DSCF0824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146456216846207074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2vd4YE4B6I/AAAAAAAABOs/WcpXkeLSwGs/s1600-h/DSCF0823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2vd4YE4B6I/AAAAAAAABOs/WcpXkeLSwGs/s320/DSCF0823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146450959806236578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;My sister bought this wickedly witty T-shirts for her friends. I'd rather be dead then be caught wearing THOSE T-shirts.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2vd44E4B7I/AAAAAAAABO0/md4dK5dUX9A/s1600-h/DSCF1010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2vd44E4B7I/AAAAAAAABO0/md4dK5dUX9A/s320/DSCF1010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146450968396171186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;They have this HUGE golden throne thingy in the departure hall. Dedicated for their King.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2vd5IE4B8I/AAAAAAAABO8/QnICLsXxQ_E/s1600-h/DSCF1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2vd5IE4B8I/AAAAAAAABO8/QnICLsXxQ_E/s320/DSCF1015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146450972691138498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;I watched Harry Potter &amp; The Order of the Pheonix on the flight back home. We didn't have a personal TV screen on the flight to Bangkok but we did on the flight back to S'pore. It's the same airline. I don't understand why that happened. Oh, &amp; FYI the book was better than the movie.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2vd5oE4B9I/AAAAAAAABPE/r-GXNawWzB4/s1600-h/DSCF1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2vd5oE4B9I/AAAAAAAABPE/r-GXNawWzB4/s320/DSCF1013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146450981281073106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2vd54E4B-I/AAAAAAAABPM/DVekwGj6Soo/s1600-h/DSCF1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R2vd54E4B-I/AAAAAAAABPM/DVekwGj6Soo/s320/DSCF1016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146450985576040418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Airline food. Love 'em!&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-3090228581986922181?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3090228581986922181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=3090228581986922181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/3090228581986922181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/3090228581986922181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/bangkok-trip.html' title='Bangkok Trip'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/R3CJuYE4C2I/AAAAAAAABV8/GanZPwLKIE0/s72-c/DSCF0966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-5550699240762234269</id><published>2007-12-12T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T20:01:52.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have all the good guys gone?</title><content type='html'>Hah. I’m leaving for Bangkok tonight &amp; will be coming back only next week, so I think now is the appropriate time to update my blog. Papa is bringing is notebook, but I don’t know if we can get the internet access or not. Oh, &amp; this time, I’ll make sure that I’ll update all the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Bestie at RP library. Oooohhh! I &lt;strong&gt;ABSOLUTELY LOVE THAT PLACE&lt;/strong&gt;!! It’s so quiet. Uhh, well most of the time it’s quiet, &amp; there are shelves –umm, make that 6 shelves – of story books that I could browse through. That floor where they keep all the story books is usually empty. That makes it all the more enjoyable! :D  I manage to get my hands on Eragon. Ooohh!! It’s an awesome book!! I’m waiting for the 2nd book to be returned so I can borrow it. Sooo excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Bestie &amp; I walked to the Bus Interchange, chatted for awhile before parting. I weaved my way through the crowded interchange, queued for my 961 bus. While waiting, I decided to read my newly borrowed book – the title is &lt;strong&gt;“Why do men sleep after sex?” by Mark Leyner &amp; Billy Goldberg.&lt;/strong&gt; FYI: It’s not a dirty book! It’s all medical. Look it up if you don’t believe me. – to kill time. When the bus finally came, I tapped my card, &amp; promptly took a seat at the front, just behind the bus driver. Suddenly, a guy boarded the bus &amp; sat beside me. I wasn’t bothered so much, but I did wonder why he wanted to sit there when there are many other &lt;strong&gt;EMPTY&lt;/strong&gt; seats at the back. I brushed away that thought &amp; plugged into my MP3. 10 minutes later, the same guy tapped on my shoulder &amp; casually asked me, “You wanna be friends?” (In Malay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked, but manage to compose myself in time to answer him a “Yes” –although I don’t mean it at all. He started throwing me all sorts of questions (in Malay):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What’s your name?&lt;br /&gt;2. Where do you stay?&lt;br /&gt;3. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you work?&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you have a boyfriend? – For this question, I cheekily answered a “No”. It’s not as if I’m interested in him anyway. I was just playing with him.&lt;br /&gt;7. Can I have your phone number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on. Anyway, I answered his entire questions in English. Not that I’m trying to show him that I’m cleverer than him or anything. It’s just that I’m so used to speaking to my friends in English, that it comes naturally. Ask Bestie. She knows. Then he asked me whether I’m Malay or not. I told him I’m Indonesian. “Oh, ok. Wah, you’re English very good, eh.” replied Amir –yea, that’s his name. I just smiled. I was very eager to listen to my MP3 but I don’t want to be rude. So I just sat there &amp; kept wishing that the bus driver would speed up. It was &lt;strong&gt;THE MOST &lt;/strong&gt;awkward bus ride in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me a few things about himself:&lt;br /&gt;1. He’s 21 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Works at CISCO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Not schooling. Was taking some Engineering course at SP but then stop halfway because of NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lives near Vista Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Likes video gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Doesn’t have a Friendster account or an email address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have both motorcycle license &amp; driving license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Owns a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is still single for 2 years. –He says he’s looking for a girlfriend because he didn’t like being single. Uh, hold on there, cowboy. You don’t &lt;strong&gt;LOOK&lt;/strong&gt; for a girlfriend as though they are some kinda item of necessity or want. You &lt;strong&gt;HAVE&lt;/strong&gt; a girlfriend because you love her &amp; treasure her &amp; respect her &amp; accept her for who she is. What crap is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, then he asked me if we could go steady. Imagine my disgust when I heard him saying that. It’s just the first meeting. I said, “Uh, I’d rather we be friends first. I don’t know you well to consider you as my boyfriend. At least if we’re friends, we can know each other better, then I can consider going into a relationship with you.” “Oh, like that, ah?” he smirked. Gosh! And I was really annoyed when he kept &lt;strong&gt;REPEATING &amp; REMINDING &lt;/strong&gt;me to reply his messages if he does message. I just nodded &amp; smile. But, seriously, which human being of the right mind &amp; etiquettes would tell that to a person on the first meeting?? Oh, &amp; surprise-surprise, he never did message me –not that I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. I finally let off all that steam. Oh, I’m gonna miss Bestie. She’s flying off to Vietnam on Sunday, &amp; I can’t see her off. I’ll be back in Singapore the following day. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish you all the best there &amp; hope that you have a good time! Don’t have to buy me anything. Just enjoy yourself. Miss you a lot. Loves!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp; I’ll miss The Boyfriend too. Not to forget the Girlfriends, the cats &amp; the relatives. :) Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-5550699240762234269?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5550699240762234269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=5550699240762234269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/5550699240762234269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/5550699240762234269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/hah.html' title='Where have all the good guys gone?'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-3391135180699918614</id><published>2007-12-12T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T20:01:13.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes/compatible_zodiacs"  style="border:0px solid blue; "&gt; &lt;img border=0 src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/comp-cancer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 Quizzes - &lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes"&gt;Fun Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes/fall_in_love"  style="border:0px solid blue; "&gt; &lt;img border=0 src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/gal7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 - &lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com"&gt;free dating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes/stars_say"  style="border:0px solid blue; "&gt; &lt;img border=0 src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/zodiac_cancer_txt.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 Quizzes - &lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes"&gt;Blog Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes/sex_appeal"  style="color: rgb(153, 204, 0); background:url(http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/sex_appeal_f.jpg) no-repeat scroll 0%;  font-size:25px;text-decoration:none;display:block; width:350px; height:356px;  text-align:center; border:1px solid transparent;  padding:0;margin:0; line-height:30px; " &gt;  &lt;div style='font-family:Bradley Hand ITC, Brush Script MT, helvetica,  Arial, sans-serif;border:0px solid blue;  margin-left:145px;margin-top:55px;width:180px; font-weight:bold; '&gt;A soul from Venus with a sexual appeal 6.3 of 10. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br style="line-height:15px;" /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:20px; color:red;'&gt;Guys hold your breath... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 Quizzes - &lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes"&gt;Fun Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-3391135180699918614?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3391135180699918614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=3391135180699918614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/3391135180699918614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/3391135180699918614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/lets101-quizzes-fun-quizzes-lets101.html' title='More about me'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-6109894471086715849</id><published>2007-12-03T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T11:14:15.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorgeous girls</title><content type='html'>I'm officially bored. I feel so useless. School's over &amp; I ain't got any job yet. Anyways, I was just blog-hopping through the girlfriends' blog &amp; my-oh-my, everyone had a change of hairstyle. I love it! You all look so gorgeous! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a jog with Robbie yesterday at 6 a.m. Hey, did anyone know the stadium opens at 4.30 a.m? I didn't, until I went there. We initially wanted to run, like literally run, but we ended up walking for 7 rounds &amp; running for 2. How pathetic is that? Reason being, we were engross in talking about ghosts &amp; the supernatural that we completely forgot what our actual aim was. The running part wasn't any good. I actaully ran after how many long months. My stamina was as good as before, not that before was any better. Anyway, he proposed that we do this every sunday for 1 month. I'm cool with it. Besides, I desperately need that exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you guys have got to see this &lt;strong&gt;'Family Guy' &lt;/strong&gt;version of &lt;strong&gt;'American&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Idol'&lt;/strong&gt;. It's hilarious. My Stewie is so cute! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s3XAYO2wJXQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s3XAYO2wJXQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I found &lt;strong&gt;'The Simpsons' &lt;/strong&gt;version of &lt;strong&gt;'American Idol'&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vrvzJrLD0fc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vrvzJrLD0fc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MZbxqjtBepc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MZbxqjtBepc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/36735278-6109894471086715849?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6109894471086715849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=6109894471086715849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6109894471086715849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6109894471086715849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/gorgeous-girls.html' title='Gorgeous girls'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-427948155843963179</id><published>2007-11-25T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T08:20:30.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Gathering</title><content type='html'>Family Gathering.Hate them. Well, I don't &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hate them, but, I still don't like it. Had you been in my shoes, &amp; know about my family situation, you would understand. Anyway, it wasn't all that bad. I kinda enjoyed it. A bit. But, what happen yesterday, was for yesterday only. It's in the past. I don't like looking back in the past. It clouds my visions for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, as soon as I'm done with exams, I'll get a job. I'm bored plus broke. Yea. Broke. I don't know how to save. Any financial advise for me? For free of course. I haven't got any dough to pay my phone bills. My parents won't pay for me 'coz it's under my name. Ugh. It sucks to be broke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-427948155843963179?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/427948155843963179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=427948155843963179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/427948155843963179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/427948155843963179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/family-gathering.html' title='Family Gathering'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-3320743084473962255</id><published>2007-11-19T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T12:10:47.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Long Last</title><content type='html'>After what seemed like a million years, I'm back blogging. Now that I'm no longer working, I have time to update my blog. Oh, as you may have noticed, I changed my blogskin. Yup, you guessed it, I'm in love. &lt;strong&gt;"With whom?"&lt;/strong&gt;, you may ask, that I cannot answer. Not that I don't want to, but this relationship is pretty complicated. Actually, it's VERY complicated. Circumstances forces me to keep everything under wraps. This is the furthurest I can reveal. But Bestie knows about this, &amp; that's good for me. I don't want to hide anything from her. All relationship is based on trust. You break that &amp; everything is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on. Huh, finally I'm no longer working. Feels pretty weird though. I've grown immensely attached to that place. I've made good friends, learn a new language, how to handle customers, etc. But I really need to quit the job. It's time consuming &amp; I'm physically &amp; mentally drained. But I never regretted getting that job. Sigh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh! I'm sick today. My throat feels so sore. I could barely speak. Blame it on all the chilli flakes that I ate with the nachos. Sigh. Stubborn me. They told me not to but I still ate it. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,oh,oh,oh,oh!!! I permed my hair!!! Haha! I haven't got a picture of it though. I'll update it soon. Ok, gots to go. My throat is getting worse. Toodles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-3320743084473962255?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3320743084473962255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=3320743084473962255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/3320743084473962255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/3320743084473962255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/at-long-last.html' title='At Long Last'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-92146224305987674</id><published>2007-10-08T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T13:18:17.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya!</title><content type='html'>Finally, after what seems like centuries, I'm sitting in front of my computer typing on my lastest &amp; most recent post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my off-day &amp; I didn't attend class. Overslept due to exhaustion. Mama would freak out if she know. Told her I don't have any classes today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! 1 month pass so fast. Seems like yesterday when we just started fasting, &amp; in 5 days time it would be Raya. I can't go celebrate visiting on Raya with my family 'coz I've to work. :( Oh, well, there is next year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got any plan for the day. Might start on my studies. I'm falling behind. Sigh. Oh, &amp; there's chores to be done. Gosh! I've never been this tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoa &amp; Manpreet are back! Finally! :D They're starting school today. In the evening. I want so much to meet them. Gerl &amp; Bestie too, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my muslim counterparts, I want to wish you all - in cas I can't update my blog in time-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="4" COLOR="red"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Puasa! *In advance.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-92146224305987674?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/92146224305987674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=92146224305987674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/92146224305987674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/92146224305987674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya!'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-8942141554800128470</id><published>2007-10-04T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T23:34:38.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back for awhile</title><content type='html'>It has been really, really, really, really, really, really long since I've updated this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just started school - Diploma in Business Administration, just so you know - &amp; I still haven't quit my job. Sigh. I won't be able to celebrate Hari Raya also. I have to work on that day. There are 2 new movies releasing on that day. 2 BIG production movie. My parent's gonna be furious when they know about this. I still haven't told them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,more about my life? I don't even know where to start. So much has happen. I feel like showing you all what has happen, the good &amp; the bad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say to my girlfriends, especially Bestie &amp; Gerl, I MISS YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go on all night to update my blog but I'm simply too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;If you guys can't see your links, please forgive me. I haven't got the time to fully update my blog. I'll do it soon. Thank You for understanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-8942141554800128470?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8942141554800128470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=8942141554800128470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/8942141554800128470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/8942141554800128470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-for-awhile.html' title='Back for awhile'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-1125362583208165537</id><published>2007-09-18T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T05:10:06.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan</title><content type='html'>It's 5 a.m in the morning. I tossed &amp; turned in bed, trying to sleep after &lt;em&gt;sahur&lt;/em&gt; but the thought of my un-updated blog keeps popping up in my mind. It was very unsettling. So, here I am, with my headphones on my head, typing away on my lastest post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say or talk or discuss about? Not much. My daily routine has been the same: Home-Work-Home. Everyday. I kinda like this job. Besides the fact that it shows Hindi films, I've got nice &amp; friendly collegues - although the boss sucks - it makes working there more pleasurable. They make me feel at home. I would be really sad to leave but I'll treasure the moments spent there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to change my blog's skin but unfortunately, the skins available are either lame or just plain depressing. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;. I'll try again. I'm suddenly so sleepy. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp; before I leave, I'd like to wish every muslim out there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="4" COLOR="red"&gt;Selamat Berpuasa!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-1125362583208165537?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1125362583208165537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=1125362583208165537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/1125362583208165537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/1125362583208165537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/ramadan.html' title='Ramadan'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-8017210948213581999</id><published>2007-09-03T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T23:57:21.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye-bye &amp; Hello</title><content type='html'>I've finally have time to update my blog. I couldn't find the time to update it &amp; since it's my off day tomorrow, I'm not bothered about waking up early. It has been exactly 12 days since I've started work at Jade Cinema &amp; it seems like I've been working for 1 month! It's so tiring. The hours are long &amp; the boss sucks big time. He's so bloody stingy &amp; he has unpredictable mood swings. But heck, I like my work place because my collegues are really nice plus I love watching Hindi movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestie's in Shanghai, Manpreet's in Calcutta, Hoa's in Vietnam &amp; I miss them SOOO MUCH!!! Gerl's in Singapore but I couldn't find the time to contact her or meet her due to my long working hours. But Bestie's coming home next Monday, Manpreet &amp; Hoa's coming back in a month time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when Rishi(my ex-manager) &amp; Saverenjeet(my ex-retail shop collegue) left for India today, saddness suddenly overwhelm me. It has been only 12 days since I've met them but I've gotten accustom to their presence at work &amp; not having them around at the workplace is really weird. But I'll get use to it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update more about soon. I'm gonna watch some t.v. Toodles! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-8017210948213581999?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8017210948213581999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=8017210948213581999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/8017210948213581999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/8017210948213581999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/bye-bye-hello.html' title='Bye-bye &amp; Hello'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-6021200663455599275</id><published>2007-08-23T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T09:00:59.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sixteen, Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="3" COLOR="yellow"&gt;HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN TO MY DARLING ADEK!&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS YOU, LOVES YOU LOAD &amp; GOOD LUCK FOR THE 'O's!&lt;br /&gt;LOVES, HUGS &amp; KISSES&lt;br /&gt;KAKAK&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-6021200663455599275?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6021200663455599275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=6021200663455599275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6021200663455599275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6021200663455599275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/sweet-sixteen-baby.html' title='Sweet Sixteen, Baby!'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-6057299553849651050</id><published>2007-08-18T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T12:22:32.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUBD0 0708A</title><content type='html'>I finally manage to get on to the world wide web after for what seems like eons. I couldn't access the internet due to technical reasons, &amp; because of that, I literally went into Cold Turkey. I realized that I'm addicted to the wonderfully awful discovery called the Internet. It's like crack only worse. I doubt there's any of you out there who doesn't let the day go by without logging online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I had the last revision class on Wednesday. The last time when we actually sit in a class together. FUBD0 0708A wasn't a united class. We had our own small groups, but I immensely enjoyed the company of the 5 witty people that surrounded me everyday (weekends not included). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsZxcYSg5xI/AAAAAAAABOg/eQZFZTOdB_Y/s1600-h/US+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsZxcYSg5xI/AAAAAAAABOg/eQZFZTOdB_Y/s320/US+01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099888360414045970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;From left: &lt;strong&gt;Sabrina, Manpreet, Ibrahim, Liza, Hoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this foundation, we're not going to be together. Sabrina's doing Biomed after which she'll continue with Zoology at NUS. It'll just be the 5 of us. So weird. As sad as it is, we have to accept the changes that are occuring in our live, good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then. I better get back to my revision. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-6057299553849651050?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6057299553849651050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=6057299553849651050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6057299553849651050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6057299553849651050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/fubd0-0708a.html' title='FUBD0 0708A'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsZxcYSg5xI/AAAAAAAABOg/eQZFZTOdB_Y/s72-c/US+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-192930654455920996</id><published>2007-08-14T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:57:41.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;Here's the pictures I promised. Enjoy. :) &lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 August 2007 - MCB presentation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGjsHrrLHI/AAAAAAAABN4/osR7bBlsRy4/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGjsHrrLHI/AAAAAAAABN4/osR7bBlsRy4/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098536231531916402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGjsXrrLII/AAAAAAAABOA/nanHOroSuMY/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGjsXrrLII/AAAAAAAABOA/nanHOroSuMY/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098536235826883714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGjsnrrLJI/AAAAAAAABOI/1IxplU1N-0g/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGjsnrrLJI/AAAAAAAABOI/1IxplU1N-0g/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098536240121851026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;I look tall because of the heels. 3-inch &amp; hurts alot! I didn't think wearing heels would be so torturous!! I don't look different. I don't know why people say I do. Hmm.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGjtXrrLKI/AAAAAAAABOQ/lWfEHqhyoWM/s1600-h/Photo0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGjtXrrLKI/AAAAAAAABOQ/lWfEHqhyoWM/s320/Photo0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098536253006752930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGjuHrrLLI/AAAAAAAABOY/s3_q3vOsuA0/s1600-h/Photo0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGjuHrrLLI/AAAAAAAABOY/s3_q3vOsuA0/s320/Photo0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098536265891654834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 August 2007 - Studying at McDonald's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGjTXrrLCI/AAAAAAAABNQ/RAxUhp99w3k/s1600-h/Photo0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGjTXrrLCI/AAAAAAAABNQ/RAxUhp99w3k/s320/Photo0025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098535806330154018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;I pass by this place everyday on the way to school but never been there. I took that oppurtunity on Saturday. I had to hand in my assignments so I thought, heck, why not. And it's really cool! It's so peaceful &amp; there's a small pond with turtles in it. They're so cute! I grab the seats near the lake. Gosh. I love it!&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGjU3rrLDI/AAAAAAAABNY/RhKxAHNH5F4/s1600-h/Photo0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGjU3rrLDI/AAAAAAAABNY/RhKxAHNH5F4/s320/Photo0018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098535832099957810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGjVHrrLEI/AAAAAAAABNg/5GkcX7e3vQw/s1600-h/Photo0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGjVHrrLEI/AAAAAAAABNg/5GkcX7e3vQw/s320/Photo0019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098535836394925122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGjV3rrLFI/AAAAAAAABNo/jIf0icfEdgA/s1600-h/Photo0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGjV3rrLFI/AAAAAAAABNo/jIf0icfEdgA/s320/Photo0020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098535849279827026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGjWHrrLGI/AAAAAAAABNw/fVSyiKmuQaE/s1600-h/Photo0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGjWHrrLGI/AAAAAAAABNw/fVSyiKmuQaE/s320/Photo0021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098535853574794338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGi6HrrK9I/AAAAAAAABMo/-vstKEdBOKg/s1600-h/Photo0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGi6HrrK9I/AAAAAAAABMo/-vstKEdBOKg/s320/Photo0022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098535372538457042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGi6nrrK-I/AAAAAAAABMw/IiRMgwDHZdo/s1600-h/Photo0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGi6nrrK-I/AAAAAAAABMw/IiRMgwDHZdo/s320/Photo0023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098535381128391650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;13 August 2007 - Camwhoring&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGi63rrK_I/AAAAAAAABM4/G2JXSeRI9dY/s1600-h/Photo0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGi63rrK_I/AAAAAAAABM4/G2JXSeRI9dY/s320/Photo0036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098535385423358962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGi63rrLAI/AAAAAAAABNA/X9DJMabGEq0/s1600-h/Photo0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGi63rrLAI/AAAAAAAABNA/X9DJMabGEq0/s320/Photo0035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098535385423358978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGi7nrrLBI/AAAAAAAABNI/gQIC2UUp2pw/s1600-h/Photo0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGi7nrrLBI/AAAAAAAABNI/gQIC2UUp2pw/s320/Photo0031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098535398308260882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;I was in a camwhoring mood.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-192930654455920996?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/192930654455920996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=192930654455920996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/192930654455920996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/192930654455920996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/overdue-photos.html' title='Overdue photos'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RsGjsHrrLHI/AAAAAAAABN4/osR7bBlsRy4/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-7929640294469380381</id><published>2007-08-10T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T23:11:42.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentation &amp; Family Guy</title><content type='html'>I had a Molecular Cell Biology presentation today. I was a nervous wreck. I was afraid I would screw up, but I didn't, suprisingly. I remembered what I was supposed to say, which is good. Ms Priscilla commented that our group - Me, Hoa &amp; Manpreet - were prepared for the presentation, in the sense that we didn't have &amp; flashcards to refer to &amp; we were confident. Confident?! She doesn't the anxiety I was facing while presenting. I didn't think I was good though. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;. Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dressing was more formal compared to last term. I wore a pinkish-maroon blouse, black pleated knee-length skirt &amp; black 3-inch heels. Manpreet says I look like a lecturer. Sabrina says I look different. I must admit, I do look different. I don't look 17. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload the pictures tomorrow. They're with Manpreet. Oh, you guys &lt;strong&gt;HAVE&lt;/strong&gt; to watch &lt;strong&gt;FAMILY GUY&lt;/strong&gt;. It is AWESOME. It's like the Simpsons, only better. Me &amp; my siblings have been watching it for the past 1 week &amp; we know the title song by heart. Here's a link where you can watch episodes of &lt;strong&gt;FAMILY GUY&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.flatoz.com/banners/468x60.swf" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="468" height="60"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-7929640294469380381?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7929640294469380381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=7929640294469380381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/7929640294469380381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/7929640294469380381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/presentation-family-guy.html' title='Presentation &amp; Family Guy'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-1076410179667762104</id><published>2007-08-09T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T12:00:14.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetting myself.</title><content type='html'>We humans are selfish people. You may never admit it but it's a fact. I realized that. It has been a rough week. Troubles brewed &amp; I blamed her for it. Not only her, I blame everyone. I've forgotten my values, my religious belief, myself. I was self-centered, complacent &amp; full of ego. I let Satan enter my head &amp; order me around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when all hopes were lost, I snapped out of my insane self. With what little conscience I've left, I picked myself up &amp; tried to fix the problem. I had to lower my pride, oh, &amp; it hurts so much. All this while I thought only for myself. I've destoryed the trust &amp; disappointed the people around me. I'm ashamed. Allah, the Almightly, forgive me for my sins. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, looks like someone is in LOVE with CHINESE DRAMA. &lt;em&gt;Smirk&lt;/em&gt;. The guys are deliciously hot &amp; oh-so-gorgeous!!! Too bad I've stop watching them. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;. Time &amp; destiny have forbidden me to watch any of the wonderful shows. Sigh. Soon. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time sure fly fast. Exams are just around the corner. I'm scared. I feel the pressure &amp; I'm freaking out. Insyallah. I can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-1076410179667762104?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1076410179667762104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=1076410179667762104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/1076410179667762104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/1076410179667762104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/forgetting-myself.html' title='Forgetting myself.'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-4677551131783903998</id><published>2007-08-02T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:10:59.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slutty Tweenagers</title><content type='html'>It's really good to be back. I'm squeezing a few minutes to post my blog. I'm feeling the pressure now. Exams, presentations, assignments &amp; whatnot. Phew! Sleep is now a luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on. My phone's down. The poor thing. It's currently being fixed. I've yet to pick it up. I'll do it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grand-uncle - my grandmother's late sister's husband - passed away on Monday. I was quite shocked. He was still young, about 6o+ yrs old. He passed away due to heart problems. He was a heavy smoker. But I was still suprised. Goes to show that life's unpredictable. Enjoy every moment of it, good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweenagers - children of age 10-12- now a days are getting really, hmm, what's the word, disgusting? They have no moral values or shame for that matter. I was in bus 963, heading to CWP to fix my phone, when these 2 malay primary, PRIMARY school girls boarded the bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was appalled by the sight that greeted me. Their school skirt was ridiculously short &amp; they had the word &lt;strong&gt;'BITCH'&lt;/strong&gt; written all over their face. They were trying so hard to be 'MATURE'. Honey, let me tell you something, it's not working. You're looking more like a slut that a lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids, now it's short skirts, but at 13 virginity gone, at 16 smoking pot &amp; a mother of 2, at 19 well, probably inside prison for whatever crime they've committed. God help these poor soul. But the choice is entirely up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, time's up. I'll update soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-4677551131783903998?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4677551131783903998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=4677551131783903998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/4677551131783903998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/4677551131783903998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/slutty-tweenagers.html' title='Slutty Tweenagers'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-7473838415680913224</id><published>2007-07-28T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T15:48:37.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too long a gap</title><content type='html'>I'm finally updating my blog after what seems like eons. Rihanna's '&lt;strong&gt;Cry&lt;/strong&gt;' is blasting from the speaker, &amp; I'm sitting in front of the screen thinking of where I should start.I guess I'll blog about yesterday. I don't remember what happened during the last few days. This is what happen when you don't blog as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27 July 2007, Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to watch '&lt;strong&gt;The Simpson Movie&lt;/strong&gt;' with Suhaib a.k.a Robbie, but had to cancel it. Watch it some other time then. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happend during lunch was simply hilarious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We(Manpreet, Hoa &amp; Me) or the 3 Musketeers as Tanya calls us - 'coz we're always together- were sitting in the canteen instead of our usual place, 'coz it was wet due to the rain. The M Gang, were sitting a table away from us. Then all of a sudden, Yoshi went to our table &amp; started talking to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing my assignment, so he didn't disturbed me, but, he talked to Hoa &amp; Manpreet. He asked them about their daily routine - like what they do everyday or during the weekend - &amp; he advised them to go relax, to not study so much during the weekend, to go out shopping or do something besides studying. I was trying very hard to control my laughter. Hoa was nudging me, mouthing me to help her out, but I couldn't stop laughing, discreetly of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he came around the second time. I was at the SSC to submit my assignment. I came back &amp; saw him talking to a very annoyed Hoa. Manpreet was trying her very best to ignore him. I came back, sat down &amp; did my Sudoku. Seeing that we were all busy with our work, or busy ignoring him. He left. He's really unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot to mention, Yoshi is a Japanese-Chinese, Singaporean Chinese. He's very curious &amp; is abit ignorant. In a sense that he doesn't realize that people dislike him or his presence. I personally have nothing against him, but Hoa does. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've so many assignments, which I will do tonight &amp; 2 yet-to-be done presentations. Oh, well. I'm currently absent from the world wide web because my modem is spoilt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-7473838415680913224?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7473838415680913224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=7473838415680913224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/7473838415680913224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/7473838415680913224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/too-long-gap.html' title='Too long a gap'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-2009807175615827890</id><published>2007-07-23T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T01:02:47.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overload!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm up to my neck with assignments &amp; more problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I thank God for all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got new glasses. I'll show the picture tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HUMAN TORCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so charming &amp; cute &amp; handsome &amp;...&lt;I&gt;sighhh&lt;/I&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There so many gorgeous guys out there! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired of asking my classmates for help. I feel so stupid. I want to be able to do an assignment without asking for help. Insyallah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-2009807175615827890?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2009807175615827890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=2009807175615827890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/2009807175615827890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/2009807175615827890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/overload.html' title='Overload!!!'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-2652845172168354940</id><published>2007-07-17T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T01:15:57.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orlando Bloom &amp; so much more.</title><content type='html'>I meant to update on my birthday itself but I couldn't upload the photos due to technical gliches. Here are the photos I promised plus a whole new set of snapshots. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 July 2007, Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;We had a Physiology practical yesterday.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpzr8XMEA5I/AAAAAAAABMA/HpedGvRkNYI/s1600-h/Photo0488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpzr8XMEA5I/AAAAAAAABMA/HpedGvRkNYI/s320/Photo0488.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088201101271106450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;A Vitalograph. It measures our breathing capacity, or something like that.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpzr8nMEA6I/AAAAAAAABMI/WLunWqW994A/s1600-h/Photo0489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpzr8nMEA6I/AAAAAAAABMI/WLunWqW994A/s320/Photo0489.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088201105566073762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;I was today's specimen, &amp; my result wasn't good.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpzr8nMEA7I/AAAAAAAABMQ/p9TUY317VW8/s1600-h/Photo0490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpzr8nMEA7I/AAAAAAAABMQ/p9TUY317VW8/s320/Photo0490.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088201105566073778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;The best part of today's practical! We had a chance to use the stethoscope! Cool or what? :D&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpzr8nMEA8I/AAAAAAAABMY/hG6clPPtgqw/s1600-h/Photo0491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpzr8nMEA8I/AAAAAAAABMY/hG6clPPtgqw/s320/Photo0491.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088201105566073794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RpzpuHMEAzI/AAAAAAAABLQ/O_h10yTQSWc/s1600-h/Photo0492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RpzpuHMEAzI/AAAAAAAABLQ/O_h10yTQSWc/s320/Photo0492.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088198657434714930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RpzpuHMEA0I/AAAAAAAABLY/fK_5LrRqUE8/s1600-h/Photo0493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RpzpuHMEA0I/AAAAAAAABLY/fK_5LrRqUE8/s320/Photo0493.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088198657434714946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Doctors for a day. :D&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RpzpuXMEA1I/AAAAAAAABLg/CQXepyjptGk/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RpzpuXMEA1I/AAAAAAAABLg/CQXepyjptGk/s320/3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088198661729682258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Suhaib a.k.a Robbie gave me this Orlando Bloom postcard. I didn't want it 'coz I already have the same wallpaper in my phone. But he insisted &amp; I took it. I told him that I would throw it away &amp; I never did. I couldn't bring myself to do it. Orlando Bloom is just so irresistable!!!&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RpzpuXMEA2I/AAAAAAAABLo/tjo8KjvqbdQ/s1600-h/hp+pics+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RpzpuXMEA2I/AAAAAAAABLo/tjo8KjvqbdQ/s320/hp+pics+2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088198661729682274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Oh, I found this in the today's Life! 2 Orlandos in one day. &lt;em&gt;Sighhhh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RpzpuXMEA3I/AAAAAAAABLw/SQenDijSDtI/s1600-h/Photo0495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RpzpuXMEA3I/AAAAAAAABLw/SQenDijSDtI/s320/Photo0495.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088198661729682290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Bestie gave me this lovely ring for my birthday. Honestly, I wasn't expecting anything. It wouldn't matter if she didn't give me anything because knowing that she's alive &amp; well is good enough. Thanks Yaar! :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpzme3MEAtI/AAAAAAAABKg/nj5zGiSGRiY/s1600-h/Photo0498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpzme3MEAtI/AAAAAAAABKg/nj5zGiSGRiY/s320/Photo0498.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088195096906826450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;I meant to buy Chicken chop Fried rice but they ran out of rice &amp; non of the other food was appetizing, so I bought burgers.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RpzmfHMEAuI/AAAAAAAABKo/I5n9BrfhlGo/s1600-h/Photo0496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RpzmfHMEAuI/AAAAAAAABKo/I5n9BrfhlGo/s320/Photo0496.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088195101201793762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Bestfriend forever. God willing. :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 July 2007, Sunday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpwq73MEAnI/AAAAAAAABJw/UhPDgDlVaNA/s1600-h/Photo0481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpwq73MEAnI/AAAAAAAABJw/UhPDgDlVaNA/s320/Photo0481.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087988886937010802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpwq73MEAoI/AAAAAAAABJ4/E6-jX1uwxdg/s1600-h/Photo0485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpwq73MEAoI/AAAAAAAABJ4/E6-jX1uwxdg/s320/Photo0485.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087988886937010818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;I was in a cam-whoring mood.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpwq8HMEApI/AAAAAAAABKA/jjvY5pFVVt4/s1600-h/Photo0479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpwq8HMEApI/AAAAAAAABKA/jjvY5pFVVt4/s320/Photo0479.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087988891231978130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpwp3XMEAiI/AAAAAAAABI4/Mu5GE5DJvMo/s1600-h/Photo0480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpwp3XMEAiI/AAAAAAAABI4/Mu5GE5DJvMo/s320/Photo0480.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087987710115971618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;I finally got to watch Spongebob after countless cartoonless days.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpwp3nMEAjI/AAAAAAAABJA/3XjpChj3B0o/s1600-h/Photo0486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpwp3nMEAjI/AAAAAAAABJA/3XjpChj3B0o/s320/Photo0486.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087987714410938930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpwp3nMEAkI/AAAAAAAABJI/WiLmn0rEoBg/s1600-h/Photo0487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpwp3nMEAkI/AAAAAAAABJI/WiLmn0rEoBg/s320/Photo0487.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087987714410938946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Papa received a voucher from the Bank &amp; Adek &amp; I got this 2 perfume oil from Body Shop.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpwp3nMEAlI/AAAAAAAABJQ/0h2VcJ13EQ4/s1600-h/Photo0465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpwp3nMEAlI/AAAAAAAABJQ/0h2VcJ13EQ4/s320/Photo0465.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087987714410938962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Seeing Red.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpwp33MEAmI/AAAAAAAABJY/cGLwuMNJ5QE/s1600-h/Photo0460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpwp33MEAmI/AAAAAAAABJY/cGLwuMNJ5QE/s320/Photo0460.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087987718705906274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Courtesy of Hoa.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Thanks to all who have wished me Happy Birthday: (In no particular order.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Adek&lt;br /&gt;-Mak Busu&lt;br /&gt;-Hoa&lt;br /&gt;-Manpreet&lt;br /&gt;-Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;-Sapyoh&lt;br /&gt;-Bestie&lt;br /&gt;-Kade&lt;br /&gt;-Dosty&lt;br /&gt;-Suhaib a.k.a Robbie&lt;br /&gt;-PSX&lt;br /&gt;-Falah&lt;br /&gt;-Shikin&lt;br /&gt;-Fleazow&lt;br /&gt;-Minn&lt;br /&gt;-Fadzillah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also a Big Thanks to those whose been there for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My family&lt;br /&gt;-My relatives&lt;br /&gt;-My friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-2652845172168354940?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2652845172168354940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=2652845172168354940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/2652845172168354940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/2652845172168354940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/orlando-bloom-so-much-more.html' title='Orlando Bloom &amp; so much more.'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpzr8XMEA5I/AAAAAAAABMA/HpedGvRkNYI/s72-c/Photo0488.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-7214338935323613403</id><published>2007-07-15T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T01:02:58.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 17!</title><content type='html'>It's approx. 12.24 a.m. now.&lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm 17!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Just 1 more year until I get my driver's license. Which is 365 days, approx. 52 weeks &amp; 12 months. Arghh! :( Oh well, best not dwell on that. &lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yay! It's my birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dearest Hoa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;made this &lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGE card&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; for me. So sweet of her. &lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frankly/honestly/truthfully&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, I &lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wasn't expecting &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;any gifts &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;from anyone. &lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being with my family &amp;/or friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; is already a &lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big gift for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. My &lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;family &amp; friends means alot to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. They're my most preacious &lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;possession&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. Losing anyone of them - God Forbid - means losing a part of me. I &lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; so very much for &lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blessing me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;with &lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;great people &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp; for this &lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wonderful life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. :) &lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amin&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpj4nHMEAcI/AAAAAAAABII/Qd7lJvugRwI/s1600-h/Photo0476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpj4nHMEAcI/AAAAAAAABII/Qd7lJvugRwI/s320/Photo0476.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087089129943204290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Don't mind my feet. :P&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpj4YHMEAYI/AAAAAAAABHo/XEFRo0t2r40/s1600-h/Photo0477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpj4YHMEAYI/AAAAAAAABHo/XEFRo0t2r40/s320/Photo0477.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087088872245166466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpj4YHMEAZI/AAAAAAAABHw/b4Nt43vxIb4/s1600-h/Photo0478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpj4YHMEAZI/AAAAAAAABHw/b4Nt43vxIb4/s320/Photo0478.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087088872245166482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpj4YXMEAaI/AAAAAAAABH4/5nLlQjIUc8U/s1600-h/Photo0475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpj4YXMEAaI/AAAAAAAABH4/5nLlQjIUc8U/s320/Photo0475.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087088876540133794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Shoes I bought from Giant at Johore. Aki paid for them. &lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank You Aki &lt;/strong&gt;&amp; &lt;strong&gt;Thank You God&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;sweet, sweet Adek &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;bought me &lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Harry Potter books &amp; a birthday card&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank You so much dear! :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;She did told me that she wanted to buy something for me, but I told her not to bother. Even if she did want to buy me something, I &lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;didn't expect it to be this BIG - Price wise &amp; size wise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. I feel abit guilty though. She lost her phone today &amp; yet she still got me my b'day pressie. Well, &lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;insayallah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, the police will &lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;find your phone&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Thank You, ever so much. God bless &amp; Thank You again!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Oh, &amp; she's the &lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; to say &lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Happy Birthday' at 12 a.m. today&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpj4YnMEAbI/AAAAAAAABIA/y7sW30vfh5U/s1600-h/Photo0472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpj4YnMEAbI/AAAAAAAABIA/y7sW30vfh5U/s320/Photo0472.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087088880835101106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpj31XMEATI/AAAAAAAABHA/UJJZ3y2-9Ds/s1600-h/Photo0473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpj31XMEATI/AAAAAAAABHA/UJJZ3y2-9Ds/s320/Photo0473.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087088275244712242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpj31XMEAUI/AAAAAAAABHI/vGUPzd28LTg/s1600-h/Photo0466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpj31XMEAUI/AAAAAAAABHI/vGUPzd28LTg/s320/Photo0466.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087088275244712258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;I forgot to take a picture of the pressie while it was still wrapped. :(&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpj31nMEAVI/AAAAAAAABHQ/_ZCbWoiNDRU/s1600-h/Photo0467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpj31nMEAVI/AAAAAAAABHQ/_ZCbWoiNDRU/s320/Photo0467.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087088279539679570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpj313MEAWI/AAAAAAAABHY/oEspnrYBmek/s1600-h/Photo0471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpj313MEAWI/AAAAAAAABHY/oEspnrYBmek/s320/Photo0471.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087088283834646882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpj32XMEAXI/AAAAAAAABHg/rv-mNZ7Y5Lo/s1600-h/Photo0474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpj32XMEAXI/AAAAAAAABHg/rv-mNZ7Y5Lo/s320/Photo0474.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087088292424581490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures coming up soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To all whose feelings I've hurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I'm truly &amp; deeply sorry. I wasn't in the right state of mind. I do apologise for what I've wrote in the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Bestie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel bad about not getting me anything. Spending a day with you is already something. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-7214338935323613403?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7214338935323613403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=7214338935323613403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/7214338935323613403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/7214338935323613403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-17.html' title='I&apos;m 17!'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rpj4nHMEAcI/AAAAAAAABII/Qd7lJvugRwI/s72-c/Photo0476.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-7442510381921267040</id><published>2007-07-09T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T19:51:33.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No pictures, just heartfelt words.</title><content type='html'>So much have been going on the pass few days. I was too depressed &amp; too preoccupied with problems to blog. But now, since things are stablizing, I'm ready to pour out all my thoughts. I learnt alot during these pass week, that I'm sure has made me a better person &amp; I'm going to be very frank for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="green"&gt;1. Mama was admitted in NUH for mild stroke &amp; doctors found Cysts in her right brain. Allhamdulillah, her health is stabilizing. She's back now &amp; I have the responsibility to take care of her, my family &amp; the household. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During her stay in the hospital, Papa &amp; I took over cleaning the house &amp; my siblings. It was tiring. After going through this, I truly respect the work my mom has been doing the past 17 years. Giving birth; taking care of her husband, kids &amp; the household &amp; working. That truly is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers are the most magnificent human being. Throw them in any harsh situation &amp; they'll come out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt to respect Mama more during her absence. I learnt to appreciate her. I learnt to understand her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="yellow"&gt;2. Maman Jup got out of prison. It has been really long since I saw him. He's taking his 'O's this year. Oh, that reminds me: &lt;strong&gt;Anyone has any Principles of Account assessment book? If you do, could you pass it to me? Thanks. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;From Bestie's blog:&lt;/strong&gt; tears can't b held back can they?&lt;br /&gt;as i was reading dotz blog...&lt;br /&gt;i can't help it but t blog...&lt;br /&gt;den i read saf's blog...&lt;br /&gt;this tym round...&lt;br /&gt;i realised i miss all d old tym...&lt;br /&gt;really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met GFs on thurs i tink...&lt;br /&gt;d atmosphere is so...&lt;br /&gt;STILL....&lt;br /&gt;like we dun even noe each otha...&lt;br /&gt;(seriously..tis tearz can't stop...)&lt;br /&gt;no kidding....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are too busy....&lt;br /&gt;too busy to even cherish d old tym we hv together...&lt;br /&gt;we juz change....&lt;br /&gt;w/o even noticing it...&lt;br /&gt;but ironically....&lt;br /&gt;we notice wen othas change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what dotz sae...&lt;br /&gt;we can't afford t drain away 4 yrs of friendship...&lt;br /&gt;juz like tt...&lt;br /&gt;but can we set aside tym every wk...&lt;br /&gt;wen everyone is busy...&lt;br /&gt;i dunno...&lt;br /&gt;but it takes effort to keep up wif each otha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wateva happens t bestie...&lt;br /&gt;i wish everyting will b fine...&lt;br /&gt;let it b a bad dream in ur life...&lt;br /&gt;wake up afresh...&lt;br /&gt;dun let it bother euu aite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone...&lt;br /&gt;take care...&lt;br /&gt;juz remember...&lt;br /&gt;darl will remember euu guys no matter where she hide aite....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaoz...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="brown"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Saf's blog: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in the evening i met my fav gfs. kade, darl, dot &amp; min.&lt;br /&gt;yes i miss them so so much. really i do. &amp; i felt ecstatic upon meetg them.&lt;br /&gt;bt sumhw, the atmosphere is just nt as it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;i dnt knw the reason why. its just different &amp; i knw they felt tt way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes im scared of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;Im scared of moving on.&lt;br /&gt;To face the reality.&lt;br /&gt;Time changes people.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; sometimes im so scared to see the changes.&lt;br /&gt;Its saddening that maybe due to time &amp; the changing lifestyle,&lt;br /&gt;Things arent the way it is before. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just part of life.&lt;br /&gt;Something that i have to face. &lt;br /&gt;A part of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;But i know i have to be strong enough to face it. &lt;br /&gt;For i know that there's always a reason beyond everything that happen.&lt;br /&gt;I just dont want our friendship to change even though time passby&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="orange"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Dots's blog:&lt;/strong&gt; Last thursday, met up with the girlfriends. It's ridiculous how silent we can get. The talk we used to have gets absurd and empty. Feels like we just got to know each other only for weeks. Things just change.&amp; for no significant reason, i feel awkward though. Why girls? It is me or you, or us? I hope we can meet up more often , so there wont be anymore tense atmosphere. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; as i talk to ayg about the girls, i tried so hard to hold back the tears, but it just falls rolling down the cheek. Nope, i'm not being emotional. Oh, actually yes i am. I mean, who wouldn't? No one in the right mind is willing to see 4 years of friendship that is built so strong, goes down the drain in no matter of time. &amp; right now, life is down riding. &amp; as some of the girls drifted apart, i'm feeling that i'm losing some parts of me.Girls, if u are reading this, please believe me, because it came right from the bottom of my heart. I LOVE US.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;It has happened. The inevitable has happened. It happened to me long time ago. During the meet-up at KFC. I couldn't click with them. It is definately different. Yes. I was troubled by this matter at first, but I've gotten over it. I've accepted it. I must say, I'm abit upset that no one informed me about this meet-up; not that I would go if you invited me, but still. Ah, oh well, no use getting upset over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to be friends but, now, we may be acquiantances. The 'Hi-Bye' type. But I pray that will never to Bestie &amp; Gerl. I love them too much to forget them just like that. &lt;strong&gt;TO BESTIE: I MISS YOU!!! MY B'DAY IS COMING UP. LET'S MEET UP, OK? NO NEED PRESSIES. SEEING YOU WOULD BRING A SMILE TO MY FACE. :) LOVE YOU, YAAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="trebuchet" SIZE="2" COLOR="red"&gt;4. I think I'm in love. In love with.......................................................................................ANDY LAU! Hehe. He's old - around 40 plus- but hell, I still like him anyway. :P But on a serious note, I hope not.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE: IF YOU FIND ANYTHING OFFENSIVE ABOUT MY POST, FEEL FREE TO SCREAM IN MY TAGGIE. I'M NOT HERE TO PLEASE ANYONE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-7442510381921267040?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7442510381921267040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=7442510381921267040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/7442510381921267040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/7442510381921267040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-pictures-just-heartfelt-words.html' title='No pictures, just heartfelt words.'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-2745213326074549782</id><published>2007-07-01T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:55:59.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cold War</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's happening but it's happening. Apparently, my classmates &amp; I are involved in the &lt;strong&gt;'War of the Wits'&lt;/strong&gt;. It's a fight to see who's the &lt;strong&gt;cleverest/brightest/brainest&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;atmosphere&lt;/strong&gt; in the classroom, as compared to the previous term, is more &lt;strong&gt;tensed&lt;/strong&gt;. The guys group, who always sits at the back, have declared war against us 6 - Me, Hoa, Manpreet, Sabrina, Liza &amp; Ibrahim. So I heard, we 6 had done pretty well in the last term exams, with Manpreet coming out tops in almost every test. I guess they didn't like it. &lt;strong&gt;Ego &amp; Jealousy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally have no problem or grudges against them. But I don't know why they hate us so much. The hatred against us grew more, when we 6 were released early from class because we have finalised our group presentation. When we all got up to leave, all eyes were on us. The Indonesian girl gave us a disgusted look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An extract from my chatting session with Ibrahim a.k.a Bra a.k.a Stephan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;Pink&lt;/font&gt; &amp; He's &lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;Blue.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  20:39:16  Zilla Jo Stephan  Ibrahim, u busy? I need to ask u something...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  20:40:30  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Lol, go aehad. &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  20:40:34  Stephan  Zilla Jo  BTW, great pic &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  20:40:35  Stephan  Zilla Jo  :D &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  20:42:46  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Oh, haha. Tks. :) Oh, umm, it's about the Indonesian girls in our class. I feel that they hate us - Me, Hoa &amp; Manpreet. U a pretty close to them. Not close-close but close enough. Anyway do u know if they hate us &amp; why do they hate us? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  20:43:02  Stephan  Zilla Jo  NONSENSE. &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  20:43:22  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Lol, at least I don't think so. They've never really expressed it to me, then. &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  20:43:27  Stephan  Zilla Jo  What makes you think so? &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  20:48:53  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Are you there? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  20:49:31  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Yeah...just came back from the kitchen. Sorry.  &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  20:50:07  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Well, there were some instances that make me think so. 1. - While waiting for Bioinfo on Weds, they kept staring at us &amp; were murmuring something. 2. - Today during Math, Jenny was speaking pretty loudly. She said, "...Well, I think the first one's a bitch..." &amp; the rest laughed.  &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  20:50:41  Zilla Jo  Stephan  3. While walking out, we walked passed their table, Jenny got up &amp; sang something in Indo, which goes something like this " Sakit hatiku..." over &amp; over again n the rest laughed. &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  20:51:29  Zilla Jo  Stephan  4. Oh, during Bioinfo this morning, when the 6 of us got up to leave, Jenny gave us-Hoa, me &amp; manpreet- a disgusted look. &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  20:51:45  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Well, It may be that I'm paranoid.. &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  20:51:55  Zilla Jo  Stephan  But...argh, I don't knw. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  20:52:19  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Well, I weasled my way into asking Nisa unsuspectingly. &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  20:52:24  Stephan  Zilla Jo  And she says she likes you guys] &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  20:52:35  Stephan  Zilla Jo  And that she always talks to you guys in the canteen &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  20:55:15  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Really? Does she? Well, I guess she talks to Hoa. &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  20:56:11  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Oh, well. Maybe I'm just paranoid. &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  20:56:57  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Oh, did u noticed, during Bioinfo, when we 6 got up to leave, everyone was looking at us. As though we committed a serious crime or something. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  20:57:11  Stephan  Zilla Jo  HUH??? &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  20:57:16  Stephan  Zilla Jo  SERIOUS??? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  20:58:41  Zilla Jo  Stephan  You didn't noticed? &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  20:59:05  Zilla Jo  Stephan  All eyes were on us. Geez...sometimes I feel it's a crime to be clever... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  20:59:14  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Lol, you know us 3. &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  20:59:21  Stephan  Zilla Jo  We're pretty much oblivious. &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  20:59:40  Stephan  Zilla Jo  And well, why bother anyway? &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  20:59:44  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Not worth the bother. &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:00:49  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Those who matter don't mind and those who mind, don't matter. &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:01:54  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Wow, they really stared?? &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:02:05  Stephan  Zilla Jo  As in fixed their eyes on us? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  21:03:35  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Yea! I tell u they were like abit pissed of for the fact that we've done choosing our group presentation &amp; gets the opportunity to go off first. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  21:04:05  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Lol, and that's supposed to be our problem? &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:04:17  Stephan  Zilla Jo  We did it first, then we go home first! &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:04:23  Stephan  Zilla Jo  how dumb is that &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:05:13  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Oh you know what, a bit of digression here. &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:05:35  Stephan  Zilla Jo  But I think Murali's group, wait I correct myself, I KNOW Murali's group LOATHE us &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  21:06:00  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Oh! So true. Well, we can't help being clever, can't we? &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:06:02  Zilla Jo  Stephan  :P &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  21:06:41  Stephan  Zilla Jo  :P &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:06:58  Stephan  Zilla Jo  You know what? &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:07:27  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Angeline told me that Murali and gang VOWED to do better than us this term... And the phrase he used is, "We can beat them, theyre just girls" &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:07:33  Stephan  Zilla Jo  And these "girls" include me &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:07:34  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Bastard &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  21:09:15  Zilla Jo  Stephan  What the f***! &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:09:23  Zilla Jo  Stephan  He said that?! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  21:09:24  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Fuck is in due. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  21:09:38  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Hehe. Oh I guess he's jealous. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  21:10:25  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Like SUPER &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  21:10:45  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Well, Manpreet did very well for Bio. Priscilla told us that she got the highest. Then I remember him coming up to us during lunch congratulating her. Geez, hypocrite. Big time! &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:11:18  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Oh, n I guess because u &amp; Manpreet got the highest for almost every test last term, that's y his jealous... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  21:13:00  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Most probably. &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:13:16  Stephan  Zilla Jo  He's always saying "my a level this my a level that" &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:13:22  Stephan  Zilla Jo  That acting smart shit head &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  21:14:07  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Geez. A lvls, huh? Sheesh. It's just a bloody paper. Can't get a job with it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  21:14:26  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Precisely. &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:14:38  Stephan  Zilla Jo  And if hes so damn well off with it, why the hell is he in the course then &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  21:17:21  Zilla Jo  Stephan  True. Human beings are so complex. Well, if he's trying to be better than us, he's doing it the wrong way. He kept asking stupid qns during class. Even an idiot would know it's all inside the notes! &amp; he's being more noisy then ever! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  21:18:14  Stephan  Zilla Jo  OMFG &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:18:18  Stephan  Zilla Jo  EXACTLY &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:18:31  Stephan  Zilla Jo  And very stupid questions &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:18:33  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Very veyr &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:18:42  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Ones that his A level textbook prolly doesnt provide. &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:19:06  Stephan  Zilla Jo  you know during the lab yesterday he asked Dr Anjali what the blank was for to put in the spectrophometer? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  21:19:21  Zilla Jo  Stephan  OMG! &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:19:32  Zilla Jo  Stephan  she thought that alrdy rite? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  21:19:37  Stephan  Zilla Jo  And I was like blurting out laughing &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:19:44  Stephan  Zilla Jo  And you knwo what Hema tried to sabotage our group &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  21:20:06  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Oh? What happened? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  21:20:23  Stephan  Zilla Jo  There are 4 diff soplutions in 4 burettes &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:20:44  Stephan  Zilla Jo  i a certain sequence &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:21:13  Stephan  Zilla Jo  and then i just go according to sequence cos diff volumes have tio be taken &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:21:43  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Then halfway thru just I was abouyt to take again &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:21:47  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Hema switched two of them &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:22:13  Stephan  Zilla Jo  I normally dont look at the labels cos theyre in a particular order  &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:22:21  Stephan  Zilla Jo  So I realised it just in the last sec &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:22:47  Stephan  Zilla Jo  So I asked who switched them?  &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:23:13  Stephan  Zilla Jo  And hema said, she just switched them a few seconds ago &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:24:14  Stephan  Zilla Jo  I mean what MOTIVE if you say youre not trying tos abotage would you have for switching? &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:24:23  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Like, huh? &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:24:35  Stephan  Zilla Jo  To make ur life more difficult? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  21:25:25  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Oh. That's rude. I thought she was on ur side? Well, u guys used to talk n hang together... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  21:25:36  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Lol. &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:25:39  Stephan  Zilla Jo  People change. &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:25:45  Stephan  Zilla Jo  She apparently isnt &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:25:58  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Shes on the "beat 6 of us" ambition too &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  21:26:28  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Hmm, so r the other malay girls in that camp too? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  21:26:31  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Nope. &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:26:37  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Theyre like neutral &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:26:53  Stephan  Zilla Jo  And they KNOW amy mutual dislikement for the bastards too &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:26:59  Stephan  Zilla Jo  dont mind the lang &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  21:27:51  Zilla Jo  Stephan  No problem at all. :) I c. That's fair. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  21:28:29  Stephan  Zilla Jo  i mean I know la we can be kecoh &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:28:30  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Lol &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  21:28:49  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Oh, hahahaha! yeah! very. u guys crack me up! &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:28:51  Zilla Jo  Stephan  :D &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  21:28:56  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  21:29:05  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Did you remember during genetics presentation? &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:29:14  Stephan  Zilla Jo  When Sabrina was doing the flippy coin thingy? &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:29:22  Stephan  Zilla Jo  And the guys at the back were so noisy? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:30:58  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Yea, i do. What were they doing anyway? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  21:31:16  Stephan  Zilla Jo  The guys at the back were making SUCH a racket flipping coins &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:31:39  Stephan  Zilla Jo  I turned around and shouted &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:31:41  Stephan  Zilla Jo  SO ANNOYING &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  21:32:42  Zilla Jo  Stephan  really? &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:32:46  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Hehe! &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:32:50  Zilla Jo  Stephan  You did that? &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:32:57  Zilla Jo  Stephan  What was their reaction?  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  21:33:46  Stephan  Zilla Jo  They had well, "the fucking faggot just scolded us" shocked kinda face &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  21:34:18  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Really? Oh man! &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:34:22  Zilla Jo  Stephan  :D &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:34:25  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Gosh! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  21:34:32  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Yeaps. &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:34:42  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Does Manpreet also know what's going on? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  21:35:41  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Yea. &amp; she's with on our side of course. she's pissed off with murli's behaviour. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  21:35:58  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Inr egards to wad? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  21:37:54  Zilla Jo  Stephan  it was durin bio.n murli n gang was sitting on the second bench. n he was making hell lot of noise n asking stupid qns. manpreet was sitting near them. she was really annoyed. she told us abt it... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  21:38:15  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Bio when? &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:38:23  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Werent u sitting with er? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  21:39:23  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Oh, MCB. the one where the class was at some unknown part of the school. she told us during lunch... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  21:39:55  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Oh ok. &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:40:02  Stephan  Zilla Jo  I so hate him sigh. &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:40:06  Stephan  Zilla Jo  We should form a campaign &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  21:40:22  Zilla Jo  Stephan  I noe that's what i told Hoa... &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:40:31  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Well, we alrdy have. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  21:40:34  Stephan  Zilla Jo  :D &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  21:40:35  Zilla Jo  Stephan  The 6 of us... &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:41:26  Zilla Jo  Stephan  i think this whole thing is stupid. i mean we definately didn't started it. we're just doing what we're suppose to do. &amp; now it has became a war. a war that will determine who's the most cleverer! disgusting!  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  21:42:14  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Exactly. &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:42:25  Stephan  Zilla Jo  It's liek we're just minidng our stuffe and getting hated for it &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  21:42:47  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Egos. &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:42:54  Zilla Jo  Stephan  they have too much of it... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  21:43:11  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Maybe the fact that 5 girls and a gay guy beat them, their egos are abit bruised &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  21:44:09  Zilla Jo  Stephan  Yea. But it's a well known fact that girls are much more brighter than SOME boys. No offence. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  21:44:25  Stephan  Zilla Jo  None taken &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:44:26  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Im gay &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:44:27  Stephan  Zilla Jo  Lol &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  21:45:44  Zilla Jo  Stephan  :) Well, bitching about that makes me so happy! &lt;br /&gt;29/06/2007  21:45:44  Zilla Jo  Stephan  :P &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="blue"&gt;29/06/2007  21:45:54  Stephan  Zilla Jo  hehe. we should bitch more &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana" SIZE="2" COLOR="pink"&gt;29/06/2007  21:46:04  Zilla Jo  Stephan  i noe... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, moving on, I went to Katong Hostel to study math. Well, I did the studying. They don't really need it. They're really good at math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached at around 11+ a.m. &amp; headed to Sheng Siong with Hoa. She bought her grocceries &amp; I bought my magazine. We went back to the hostel. She did her cooking &amp; I hung out in her room; played her computer &amp; read the magazine. Ate lunch &amp; studied. Manpreet came back from groccery shopping at Mustafa Centre with Hubiah. We hang, bitched &amp; studied. Well, again, I studied while they do other stuff. I stayed on until 9+ p.m. Mama fetched me &amp; now here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RofBxYmE_zI/AAAAAAAABGs/OkkHHQ0uN2I/s1600-h/Photo0441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RofBxYmE_zI/AAAAAAAABGs/OkkHHQ0uN2I/s320/Photo0441.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082243758670806834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;The pantry. There's 2 in every block &amp; 1 common kitchen at the back of the hostel.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RofBiImE_wI/AAAAAAAABGU/rYtq2eNErjA/s1600-h/Photo0442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RofBiImE_wI/AAAAAAAABGU/rYtq2eNErjA/s320/Photo0442.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082243496677801730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Hoa's room.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RofBiImE_xI/AAAAAAAABGc/UneZS61luzY/s1600-h/Photo0443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RofBiImE_xI/AAAAAAAABGc/UneZS61luzY/s320/Photo0443.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082243496677801746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Playing with Hoa's lappy.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RofBiYmE_yI/AAAAAAAABGk/3c6Nb0YamTw/s1600-h/Photo0447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RofBiYmE_yI/AAAAAAAABGk/3c6Nb0YamTw/s320/Photo0447.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082243500972769058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RofBO4mE_rI/AAAAAAAABFs/olgYk1Z1uxw/s1600-h/Photo0448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RofBO4mE_rI/AAAAAAAABFs/olgYk1Z1uxw/s320/Photo0448.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082243165965319858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;This stray cat is a frequent visitor of the hostel. He particularly like Hoa because she always give him food. He's so friendly &amp; cute &amp; orange! :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RofBPImE_sI/AAAAAAAABF0/X9FavjOQG98/s1600-h/Photo0449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RofBPImE_sI/AAAAAAAABF0/X9FavjOQG98/s320/Photo0449.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082243170260287170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RofBPImE_tI/AAAAAAAABF8/foKy0_HF2oA/s1600-h/Photo0450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RofBPImE_tI/AAAAAAAABF8/foKy0_HF2oA/s320/Photo0450.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082243170260287186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Lunch Hoa made. Chicke with eggs &amp; some kinda of veggie.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RofBPYmE_uI/AAAAAAAABGE/cQ1hns9x_hU/s1600-h/Photo0451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RofBPYmE_uI/AAAAAAAABGE/cQ1hns9x_hU/s320/Photo0451.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082243174555254498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Making a mess.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RofBPYmE_vI/AAAAAAAABGM/_mVYCWsTtZE/s1600-h/Photo0452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RofBPYmE_vI/AAAAAAAABGM/_mVYCWsTtZE/s320/Photo0452.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082243174555254514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;We watched Cinderella III while waiting for Mama. I love Disney fairytales. It just takes your breath away!&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTICE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If my blog is not updated for awhile, there are a few causes:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm busy with assignments.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm too addicted watching Family Guy to bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-2745213326074549782?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2745213326074549782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=2745213326074549782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/2745213326074549782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/2745213326074549782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/2007-203916-zilla-jo-stephan-ibrahim-u.html' title='The Cold War'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RofBxYmE_zI/AAAAAAAABGs/OkkHHQ0uN2I/s72-c/Photo0441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-5625747120762422646</id><published>2007-06-27T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T20:17:45.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time changes people &amp; People change with time</title><content type='html'>This &lt;strong&gt;blog&lt;/strong&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;neglected&lt;/strong&gt; due to some &lt;strong&gt;problems&lt;/strong&gt; that occurred during the past weeks. I was &lt;strong&gt;deeply disturbed &amp; depressed&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Allhamdulillah&lt;/strong&gt;, I've managed to settle most of them. I'm &lt;strong&gt;forever indebted &lt;/strong&gt;&amp; &lt;strong&gt;grateful &lt;/strong&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;Allah&lt;/strong&gt;, the Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 desk-partners came back &amp; bought me souvenirs! So sweet &amp; thoughtful of them. I was &lt;strong&gt;feeling&lt;/strong&gt; really &lt;strong&gt;bad &lt;/strong&gt;because I &lt;strong&gt;didn't get &lt;/strong&gt;them &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt; from Malaysia, so I promise them a treat at&lt;strong&gt; Bombay Cafe &lt;/strong&gt;before they leave again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RoJROYmE_qI/AAAAAAAABFk/sg6ttOuE9NE/s1600-h/Photo0433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RoJROYmE_qI/AAAAAAAABFk/sg6ttOuE9NE/s320/Photo0433.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080712637189521058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoa-darling &lt;/strong&gt;bought this cute &lt;strong&gt;keychain&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RoJQvomE_nI/AAAAAAAABFM/1y4StPrcJ6I/s1600-h/Photo040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RoJQvomE_nI/AAAAAAAABFM/1y4StPrcJ6I/s320/Photo040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080712108908543602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manpreet-baby &lt;/strong&gt;bought this lovely &lt;strong&gt;handbag&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RoJQv4mE_oI/AAAAAAAABFU/c7GZYP0g7cg/s1600-h/Photo047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RoJQv4mE_oI/AAAAAAAABFU/c7GZYP0g7cg/s320/Photo047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080712113203510914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RoJQv4mE_pI/AAAAAAAABFc/3mIDeI-1-XM/s1600-h/Photo048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RoJQv4mE_pI/AAAAAAAABFc/3mIDeI-1-XM/s320/Photo048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080712113203510930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;See, it's from &lt;strong&gt;Kolkota&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank You, Allah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on a &lt;strong&gt;serious note&lt;/strong&gt;. You may have &lt;strong&gt;read&lt;/strong&gt; my &lt;strong&gt;title&lt;/strong&gt;. I had &lt;strong&gt;motive&lt;/strong&gt; for choosing such title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;changing&lt;/strong&gt;. It could be &lt;strong&gt;good &lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt;. You decide. I may not be the person you think I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Bestie,&lt;br /&gt;Miss you lots. Be happy &amp; stay happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-5625747120762422646?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5625747120762422646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=5625747120762422646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/5625747120762422646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/5625747120762422646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-changes-people-people-change-with.html' title='Time changes people &amp; People change with time'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RoJROYmE_qI/AAAAAAAABFk/sg6ttOuE9NE/s72-c/Photo0433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-6064692360707835133</id><published>2007-06-17T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T21:09:12.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back &amp; Relaxed</title><content type='html'>I'm back &amp; I'm feeling rejuvenated, however, school starts tomorrow. &lt;em&gt;Sighs&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really scared. I'm afraid that I can't cope. Insyallah. Anyway, pictures from the trip. It's not much. I wasn't bothered to take much, I just wanted to enjoy the vacation. You're supposed to view the pictures from bottom up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnUuV0gyFyI/AAAAAAAABE0/1A8MDumqd9I/s1600-h/DSC00539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnUuV0gyFyI/AAAAAAAABE0/1A8MDumqd9I/s320/DSC00539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077015107338376994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnUuWUgyFzI/AAAAAAAABE8/5Ry5PXP68Is/s1600-h/DSC00538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnUuWUgyFzI/AAAAAAAABE8/5Ry5PXP68Is/s320/DSC00538.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077015115928311602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnUuWkgyF0I/AAAAAAAABFE/kVKJYLkWv4I/s1600-h/DSC00537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnUuWkgyF0I/AAAAAAAABFE/kVKJYLkWv4I/s320/DSC00537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077015120223278914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;We are bad ass girls. We were really bored during the drive to K.L, so I asked Adek to teach me Poker &amp; got hooked. I wanted to learn how to play it with the chips, like in the casinos but Adek advise me not to since I'm already hooked with this one, God knows what will happen if I play with chips. Anyway, we played it in the hotel room to pass time.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnUqO0gyFtI/AAAAAAAABEM/NwjXlPZBvFo/s1600-h/Photo0385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnUqO0gyFtI/AAAAAAAABEM/NwjXlPZBvFo/s320/Photo0385.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077010589032781522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;The udon noodle was this thick.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnUqPEgyFuI/AAAAAAAABEU/RmjOJp0m8KY/s1600-h/Photo0384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnUqPEgyFuI/AAAAAAAABEU/RmjOJp0m8KY/s320/Photo0384.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077010593327748834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnUqPEgyFvI/AAAAAAAABEc/ETLNVfNLttY/s1600-h/Photo0383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnUqPEgyFvI/AAAAAAAABEc/ETLNVfNLttY/s320/Photo0383.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077010593327748850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Yoshinoya is available in S'pore but I don't dare buy it 'cause I'm afraid it might not be halal. In M'sia pratically everything's halal, so I'm not worried.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnUqPUgyFwI/AAAAAAAABEk/CaRfM2_5fEU/s1600-h/Photo0381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnUqPUgyFwI/AAAAAAAABEk/CaRfM2_5fEU/s320/Photo0381.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077010597622716162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;The un-swimmables &amp; the small-tummies. They can't swim &amp; have small appetite.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnUqPUgyFxI/AAAAAAAABEs/bNVN52rp7yA/s1600-h/Photo0380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnUqPUgyFxI/AAAAAAAABEs/bNVN52rp7yA/s320/Photo0380.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077010597622716178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;They have a computer in the room but it won't bloody work. Crap! The internet was free.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. School. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-6064692360707835133?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6064692360707835133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=6064692360707835133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6064692360707835133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6064692360707835133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-relaxed.html' title='Back &amp; Relaxed'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnUuV0gyFyI/AAAAAAAABE0/1A8MDumqd9I/s72-c/DSC00539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-4449537360559592753</id><published>2007-06-15T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T09:24:11.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days of relaxation</title><content type='html'>WooWee!! Finally, I'm going out of Singapore! Been really long since I stepped out of sunny Singapore. I going bored out of my mind staying here. Oooohhh!! I'm so excited! Gosh! I've never been excited going to M'sia, &amp; for the record, this is the first. I'm just so desperate to get out of S'pore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to Gerl's house to chill. Been long since I met her. Bestie was suppose to come, but she was busy sleeping. It's ok, we understand :P &amp; we're not angry at you either. :) Pictures to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnHmoUgyFpI/AAAAAAAABDs/lamCE7Axz-Y/s1600-h/Photo0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnHmoUgyFpI/AAAAAAAABDs/lamCE7Axz-Y/s320/Photo0377.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076091835398624914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Gerl &amp; Me minus Bestie I&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnHmokgyFqI/AAAAAAAABD0/5FtZ5BdSSEQ/s1600-h/Photo0376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnHmokgyFqI/AAAAAAAABD0/5FtZ5BdSSEQ/s320/Photo0376.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076091839693592226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Gerl &amp; Me minus Bestie II&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;I wasn't satisfied with the above 2 pictures. They don't show my dimples clearly! :(&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnHmokgyFrI/AAAAAAAABD8/f2Zz4eNwk1c/s1600-h/Photo0373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnHmokgyFrI/AAAAAAAABD8/f2Zz4eNwk1c/s320/Photo0373.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076091839693592242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Eating Gerl's Aunt's Oh-so-delicious food! &lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnHmo0gyFsI/AAAAAAAABEE/M-z-cKg3o5Q/s1600-h/Photo0372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnHmo0gyFsI/AAAAAAAABEE/M-z-cKg3o5Q/s320/Photo0372.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076091843988559554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Rummaging through her collection of bags&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnHmNUgyFkI/AAAAAAAABDE/po4HACUxzyc/s1600-h/Photo0371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnHmNUgyFkI/AAAAAAAABDE/po4HACUxzyc/s320/Photo0371.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076091371542156866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Playing with her jewelleries &amp; cosmetic products&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Random pictures my sister &amp; me took of my oh-so-cute cats! :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnHmNkgyFlI/AAAAAAAABDM/WIEjdKX2wrQ/s1600-h/Photo0349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnHmNkgyFlI/AAAAAAAABDM/WIEjdKX2wrQ/s320/Photo0349.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076091375837124178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnHmNkgyFmI/AAAAAAAABDU/HKoe_ejNHXQ/s1600-h/Photo0326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnHmNkgyFmI/AAAAAAAABDU/HKoe_ejNHXQ/s320/Photo0326.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076091375837124194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnHmN0gyFnI/AAAAAAAABDc/66YqrydrSlQ/s1600-h/Photo0323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnHmN0gyFnI/AAAAAAAABDc/66YqrydrSlQ/s320/Photo0323.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076091380132091506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;I was doing spring cleaning, when I found this lollypop given to me by Mr Neo. It has gone bad with ants all over it. I never ate it because it's too beautiful &amp; precious to be eaten. But, since it became like this, I had to throw it away.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnHmN0gyFoI/AAAAAAAABDk/2Vni48kmvVs/s1600-h/Photo0324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnHmN0gyFoI/AAAAAAAABDk/2Vni48kmvVs/s320/Photo0324.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076091380132091522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-4449537360559592753?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4449537360559592753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=4449537360559592753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/4449537360559592753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/4449537360559592753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/3-days-of-relaxation.html' title='3 days of relaxation'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RnHmoUgyFpI/AAAAAAAABDs/lamCE7Axz-Y/s72-c/Photo0377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-6436227236368448537</id><published>2007-06-12T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:40:52.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-control</title><content type='html'>I've got to stop it. My monthly bill has chalked up to $100+ &amp; I'm the one paying it. This is gonna cost me 4 weeks of my allowance, which I don't mind saving. But what I do mind is that the $100+ could be used to buy something else!!! Crap!! I've really got to control my texting,internet-ing &amp; downloading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's been kind. This is nothing. I can handle it. But I'm really disappointed in myself. First the exams now this?! What is wrong with you, girl? I'm getting from bad to God Forbid worse. If God's Willing, I'll change myself. For the better. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-6436227236368448537?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6436227236368448537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=6436227236368448537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6436227236368448537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6436227236368448537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/self-control.html' title='Self-control'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-8430036762413670240</id><published>2007-06-10T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T23:48:42.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Lim in Straits Times</title><content type='html'>Mr Vincent Lim, Bestie &amp; Kade's ex-english teacher, was featured in yesterday's Strait Times under the classified section. I've scan the article for those of you who have not read it &amp; wish to read it. The title of the article is '&lt;strong&gt;From banker to teacher&lt;/strong&gt;'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmwYjEgyFiI/AAAAAAAABC0/VsozUp9Io1w/s1600-h/hp+pics+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmwYjEgyFiI/AAAAAAAABC0/VsozUp9Io1w/s400/hp+pics+1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074457870925436450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmwYjUgyFjI/AAAAAAAABC8/ECWKZH1AwEE/s1600-h/hp+pics+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmwYjUgyFjI/AAAAAAAABC8/ECWKZH1AwEE/s400/hp+pics+2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074457875220403762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Click on the picture to enlarge it.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored. Ugh! &amp; I can't excess my friendster account! What a drag!! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-8430036762413670240?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8430036762413670240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=8430036762413670240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/8430036762413670240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/8430036762413670240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/mr-lim-in-straits-times.html' title='Mr Lim in Straits Times'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmwYjEgyFiI/AAAAAAAABC0/VsozUp9Io1w/s72-c/hp+pics+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-9178766568930424840</id><published>2007-06-07T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T21:51:01.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back to blogging</title><content type='html'>Exams are over, &amp; as promised, I'll update my blog. It has been a rough, tiring yet lovely week. Holidays are here. But I'm not in any mood to holiday. I'm very worried about my exams. Insyallah, everything will go smoothly. Anyhow, I'm blogging on everything &amp; anything that had happened - well, most things that I &lt;strong&gt;CAN &lt;/strong&gt;remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Friday, 8 June 2007&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;I went to Changi Airport to sent off my deskpartners-cum-labpartners-cum-friends. Hoa &amp; Manpreet was so very excited to be going back home! Well, I would be if I were them. Having staying away from home for 2 months now. I'm so happy for them. Hoa's flight was in the afternoon, while Manpreet's at night. Oh, it's already 9, so she has taken of. I wished them a safe journey back home, &amp; that they enjoy themselves. :) I miss them already.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmlUNkgyFcI/AAAAAAAABCE/I64LH7UUBgI/s1600-h/Photo0304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmlUNkgyFcI/AAAAAAAABCE/I64LH7UUBgI/s320/Photo0304.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073679047325783490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Hoa &amp; Manpreet (A.k.a Darling &amp; Baby)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmlUNkgyFdI/AAAAAAAABCM/ZU-bduKiCRk/s1600-h/Photo0305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmlUNkgyFdI/AAAAAAAABCM/ZU-bduKiCRk/s320/Photo0305.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073679047325783506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Hoa &amp; Me&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmlUCkgyFXI/AAAAAAAABBc/KMMVEjoI3Is/s1600-h/Photo0306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmlUCkgyFXI/AAAAAAAABBc/KMMVEjoI3Is/s320/Photo0306.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073678858347222386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Manpreet &amp; Me&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmlUCkgyFYI/AAAAAAAABBk/3eAk0qdVOHk/s1600-h/Photo0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmlUCkgyFYI/AAAAAAAABBk/3eAk0qdVOHk/s320/Photo0307.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073678858347222402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bombay Cafe&lt;/strong&gt;. We - Me &amp; Manpreet - had lunch her after sending Hoa off, Manpreet's treat. I felt so bad. She is after all a foreigner. It's only right that I give her a treat. But she was too happy. She told me I could give her a treat the next time we go out together. I agreed.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmlUC0gyFZI/AAAAAAAABBs/L2mIrEzXibg/s1600-h/Photo0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmlUC0gyFZI/AAAAAAAABBs/L2mIrEzXibg/s320/Photo0309.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073678862642189714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; Bombay Cafe, because it's cater to &lt;strong&gt;Bollywood junkies &lt;/strong&gt;like &lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;! They have posters of old hindi films on their wall. A plasma t.v - as you can see above - which shows hindi songs. Gosh! :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmlUC0gyFaI/AAAAAAAABB0/r_guQS3TJDQ/s1600-h/Resmalai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmlUC0gyFaI/AAAAAAAABB0/r_guQS3TJDQ/s320/Resmalai.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073678862642189730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmlUDEgyFbI/AAAAAAAABB8/MmwPfoxoC58/s1600-h/Photo0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmlUDEgyFbI/AAAAAAAABB8/MmwPfoxoC58/s320/Photo0310.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073678866937157042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;The food there are &lt;strong&gt;pricey&lt;/strong&gt; but they're &lt;strong&gt;delish&lt;/strong&gt;! The first picture shows an Indian desset called Resmalai. It's really nice. The second picture shows an side dish whose name I forgot. But it's delish!!! :D&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmlTKEgyFSI/AAAAAAAABA0/d_XJRpn6dxs/s1600-h/Photo0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmlTKEgyFSI/AAAAAAAABA0/d_XJRpn6dxs/s320/Photo0311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073677887684613410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;This is generally how a &lt;strong&gt;hostel looks like&lt;/strong&gt;, &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Katong Hostel &lt;/strong&gt;is the &lt;strong&gt;best in Singapore&lt;/strong&gt;. If this is the best, imagine how the other hostel will look like. I never imagine a hostel will look this...shabby. I wonder how Hoa, Manpreet, Tanya &amp; Hubiah survive in such condition. I am lucky. &lt;strong&gt;God is kind&lt;/strong&gt;. Amin.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmlTKEgyFTI/AAAAAAAABA8/H7laS6oGyLc/s1600-h/Photo0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmlTKEgyFTI/AAAAAAAABA8/H7laS6oGyLc/s320/Photo0312.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073677887684613426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Tanya &amp; Manpreet&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmlTKUgyFUI/AAAAAAAABBE/ok4gUsosZW8/s1600-h/Photo0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmlTKUgyFUI/AAAAAAAABBE/ok4gUsosZW8/s320/Photo0313.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073677891979580738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Been eons since I had one of this. I love Snapple! :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;My 2 deskpartners-cum-labpartners-cum-friends have flown off. Bestie's in M'sia. Only Gerl &amp; Me in S'pore. I &lt;strong&gt;miss&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Gerl &lt;/strong&gt;&amp; &lt;strong&gt;Bestie&lt;/strong&gt;; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Hoa&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Manpreet&lt;/strong&gt;; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Saf&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Dot&lt;/strong&gt;; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Kade&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Min&lt;/strong&gt;. Where ever you guys may be in this world, whatever you do, I'll always be happy for you. God Bless all of you. :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Randomly&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;I can't remember everything that happened this week &amp; last in chronological order so I'm going to randomly categorise them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Yea! Finally got the songs that I wanted! : Boa's, Koda Kumi's &amp; Sweety.&lt;br /&gt;* I HATE PHYSICS &amp; MATH!!!&lt;br /&gt;* I can't remember other things that I'm suppose to blog on, so I'm going to stop here.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmlTKUgyFVI/AAAAAAAABBM/CHAJIgHtvaI/s1600-h/Photo0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmlTKUgyFVI/AAAAAAAABBM/CHAJIgHtvaI/s320/Photo0301.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073677891979580754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;A Singapore made product &amp; they're not bad. I love them commercials! :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmlTKUgyFWI/AAAAAAAABBU/XxT0Yhy2WUI/s1600-h/Photo0302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmlTKUgyFWI/AAAAAAAABBU/XxT0Yhy2WUI/s320/Photo0302.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073677891979580770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Mak Busu came over on Tuesday &amp; made us facial masks using natural ingredients. I love it. Makes my skin more smoother.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-9178766568930424840?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9178766568930424840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=9178766568930424840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/9178766568930424840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/9178766568930424840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back-to-blogging.html' title='I&apos;m back to blogging'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RmlUNkgyFcI/AAAAAAAABCE/I64LH7UUBgI/s72-c/Photo0304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-8556756647676911261</id><published>2007-05-28T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T20:35:05.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn you!</title><content type='html'>That bloody bastard! How dare he! First he accuse Mama of stealing his late son's insurance money - which Mama never did steal in the first place - &amp; for causing his son's death - when he very well know that his son died due to a car accident. Then he severed ties with Mama &amp; Nenek. His own mother. He severed ties with his own mother. Nenek never forgive him &amp; will never will. She cursed his family with bad luck for generations to come. He bloody deserve it, that freaking fucker! He's no longer my uncle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama went to the police station today to settle the matter only to be put in lock-up. I'm not ashamed that Mama was in lock up. Why should I be? She's innocent. Cik Siti bailed Mama out. He filed a complaint against Mama but didn't even bother, or should I say, didn't have the courage to come to the police station to face Mama &amp; Nenek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bastard thinks he could get away with this. He forgot that he got that insurance money because his son died. Bastard. My late cousin was unfortunate to have parents like this. I don't think he even feel sadden by his son's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chances of Mama winning this case is 70%. Mama has the best lawyer with her - I forgot his name - &amp; her family &amp; friends behind her. Insyallah, we'll win this case. Allah is watching, &amp; he knows who's innocent &amp; who's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the record, I'm not ashamed of writing all this down because I know Mama is innocent. She was at the hospital 24/7 just to take care of HIS son. We - my siblings &amp; I - didn't mind the fact that Mama was hardly around because we knew that Arwah Abang Takdir needed her more than we do. Because of greed, he forgot all about Mama's sincere help for his family. He &amp; my cousin quit their bloody job upon knowing they'll get the insurance money. Now that they don't have any money, they resort to this. Bastard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-8556756647676911261?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8556756647676911261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=8556756647676911261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/8556756647676911261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/8556756647676911261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/damn-you.html' title='Damn you!'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-47452128021354692</id><published>2007-05-28T15:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T15:31:57.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Pressure</title><content type='html'>I had my first paper today. Bio. I came at 10, when I was suppose to be 10 minutes earlier. So it says on the timetable. I was sweating like a pig when I reached the class, &amp; I think I did questions 1, 2 &amp; 3 badly. Well, it's over now, if God's Willing, I hope I'll pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Chemistry &amp; Anatomy on Wednesday &amp; Friday respectively. I'm feeling very nervous. It's not like any other exams I've taken. God Forbids, but if I f**l-I don't like to use the F-word when it comes to exams-I have to remodule, which will cost more money. God Forbid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog will go on hiatus until my exams are over. Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-47452128021354692?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/47452128021354692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=47452128021354692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/47452128021354692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/47452128021354692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/exam-pressure.html' title='Exam Pressure'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-886096820522494654</id><published>2007-05-25T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T14:06:38.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever dreamt of going to work naked?</title><content type='html'>It's really hilarious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/w5bmFrUW2c13hdD6n"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/w5bmFrUW2c13hdD6n" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="335" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1xmm7_float-a-brief-story"&gt;Float - A Brief Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/dekku"&gt;dekku&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-886096820522494654?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/886096820522494654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=886096820522494654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/886096820522494654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/886096820522494654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/ever-dreamt-of-going-to-work-naked.html' title='Ever dreamt of going to work naked?'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-6724552113220657191</id><published>2007-05-20T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T22:09:38.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right-Left!</title><content type='html'>I know I'm not suppose to be here, but I just had to post on something interesting. I was reading Dotsy's blog, &amp; came across an interesting article. I tried the test, &amp; voíla! It all true. Well, for me, that is. It's so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a &lt;strong&gt;Right-Left&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taken from Dotsy's blog: (I had to break the copyright law. Sorry about it Dotsy. You won't sue me right? I hope not...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right-Left ========== considerate, traditional, indirect type can instinctly read other's emotion, and respond friendly by natures. Although not very into taking intiatives in moving forward, but this person will always take a step back in supporting others. Stable personality and considerate, give others a being protected feeling. But the weakness is they cannot say no; regardless how unwilling they are, they will take care of others.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad everything's ok. It wasn't my fault. Thank You, Allah. We're very okay. I was worried for a second, but we're good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a long discussion, &amp; I'm choosing Pharmaceutical Management. Phew, glad that's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more blogging back to studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-6724552113220657191?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6724552113220657191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=6724552113220657191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6724552113220657191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6724552113220657191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/right-left.html' title='Right-Left!'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-114798921767023712</id><published>2007-05-18T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T21:30:41.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry</title><content type='html'>It's Friday, finally! Time to update my long, forgotten blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday - 12 May 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching TRP, I just wanted more. So, moi went to youtube &amp; search for any kind of Bollywood movies I could possible see. I was 4 movies conservatively &amp; was thoroughly satisfied. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday - 13 May 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked on my Genetics coursework throughout the whole day &amp; forgot to do something &lt;strong&gt;VERY &lt;/strong&gt;important. I felt really guilty, so I text her numerous times to apologise for my mistake &amp; I told her that if she doesn't forgive me, it's understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday - 14 May 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revision, revision, revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday - 15 May 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More revision &amp; I had a long chat with Bestie. Well not physically, internet-ically. (No people. There's no such word in the dictionary. I just made that up.) It has been a &lt;strong&gt;LONG&lt;/strong&gt; while. I really &lt;strong&gt;miss&lt;/strong&gt; her. &lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; you, yaar. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed about us. I felt that I've changed as a person. My personality &amp; attitude. I asked for her honest opinion about my new self. She said I&lt;br /&gt;ve 'drifted'. It's kinda of true. I'm becoming more arrogant. I like my school, my new friends &amp; my life right now. But I'm worried that I may be too self-centered that I forget about my family, friends &amp; basically anyone I know. I'm worried I'll forget about the thing called &lt;strong&gt;RESPECT&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;RESPONSIBILITY&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with her had woken me up. I can't explain in what sense, but it really did woke me up. I gather what &lt;strong&gt;little conscience &lt;/strong&gt;I have left &amp; took a step forward on a journey to become &lt;strong&gt;more humble, down-to-earth, simple&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also talked to her about the mistake I committed. Bestie said she's doing alright, but I'm not certain. I'm finding the courage to pick up the phone &amp; call her. I feel really sore/guilty about what I did. Sorry is the hardest word. But I always believe that the greatest victory one could achieve is accepting one's mistake &amp; to ask for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday - 16 May 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genetics group presentation. We didn't have to do it because we've already done it last week. I learnt about a few things during the presentations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;James Watson&lt;/strong&gt;, one of the three guys who came up with the DNA structure, got his &lt;strong&gt;Phd&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;22&lt;/strong&gt;! 22! Can you believe it? Man, that guy's a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Scientist die young, well, some of them.&lt;br /&gt;   - &lt;strong&gt;Walter Sutton&lt;/strong&gt; died at &lt;strong&gt;39&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - &lt;strong&gt;Theodor Boveri&lt;/strong&gt; died at &lt;strong&gt;53&lt;/strong&gt; (In my opinion, 50+ is still quite young.)&lt;br /&gt;   - &lt;strong&gt;Thomas Hunt Morgan&lt;/strong&gt; died at &lt;strong&gt;59&lt;/strong&gt; (Young)  &lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Gregor Mendel &lt;/strong&gt;died at &lt;strong&gt;61&lt;/strong&gt; (Young)&lt;br /&gt;   - &lt;strong&gt;William Bateson &lt;/strong&gt;died at &lt;strong&gt;65&lt;/strong&gt; (Young)&lt;br /&gt;   - &lt;strong&gt;Charles Darwin died &lt;/strong&gt;at &lt;strong&gt;73&lt;/strong&gt; (Old)   &lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Francis Crick died &lt;/strong&gt;at &lt;strong&gt;88&lt;/strong&gt; (Old)&lt;br /&gt;   - &lt;strong&gt;Reginald Punnett &lt;/strong&gt;died at &lt;strong&gt;92&lt;/strong&gt; (Very old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only living scientist that had contributed to the study of genetics is &lt;strong&gt;James Watson, Alec Jeffery &amp; Francis Collins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday - 17 May 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of school before the one week self-revision. Manpreet Baby's mom &amp; brother landed in Singapore &amp; she was very excited to meet them. I can understand. Being away from home can be really depressing, &amp; that too in another country. I'm so happy for her. She finalised her tickets to India during the term break. I can't wait to get my DVDs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday - 18 May 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be heading to school to submit my overdue lab report &amp; then head to Nyai's to sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say this again, I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-114798921767023712?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114798921767023712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=114798921767023712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/114798921767023712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/114798921767023712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-8364243370306196402</id><published>2007-05-11T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T09:50:34.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly on-goings</title><content type='html'>I have neglected my blog due to the impending school assignments &amp; presentations, so, I've decided to update my blog on a weekly basis. Education come's first. If I want to get that pHD, it's all study, baby. So, allhamdulilah. It has been a wonderful week. There were some disappointing/upsetting moments, but all's well, alhamdullilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Saturday - 5 May 2007&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;As usual, I went to Nyai's to tutor Irfan.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRTdRNViuI/AAAAAAAAA_0/C17FPmTmteU/s1600-h/Photo0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRTdRNViuI/AAAAAAAAA_0/C17FPmTmteU/s320/Photo0029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063263643371932386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRTdRNVivI/AAAAAAAAA_8/YA8PVdzNBHM/s1600-h/Photo0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRTdRNVivI/AAAAAAAAA_8/YA8PVdzNBHM/s320/Photo0030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063263643371932402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;We were told to go in Nyai's room, that explains the bed.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRTdhNViwI/AAAAAAAABAE/j2Qufq8rFE4/s1600-h/Photo0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRTdhNViwI/AAAAAAAABAE/j2Qufq8rFE4/s320/Photo0036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063263647666899714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Irfan took these out during my lesson &amp; we started playing with it instead of studying. Bibik Nah's a Mak Andam, that's why she keeps all these cosmetic jewelleries. It was so cool! I felt like a princess when I wore one of the tiaras! :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRSDBNVipI/AAAAAAAAA_M/LwEDG1Kxq_o/s1600-h/Photo0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRSDBNVipI/AAAAAAAAA_M/LwEDG1Kxq_o/s320/Photo0037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063262092888738450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;My oh-so-cute cousin Namira. :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday - 6 May 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRSDRNViqI/AAAAAAAAA_U/Ovv_NDX1mOM/s1600-h/Photo0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRSDRNViqI/AAAAAAAAA_U/Ovv_NDX1mOM/s320/Photo0058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063262097183705762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRSDRNVirI/AAAAAAAAA_c/l-Cfigf9_jc/s1600-h/Photo0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRSDRNVirI/AAAAAAAAA_c/l-Cfigf9_jc/s320/Photo0057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063262097183705778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRSDRNVisI/AAAAAAAAA_k/Cn13zEu7VX0/s1600-h/Photo0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRSDRNVisI/AAAAAAAAA_k/Cn13zEu7VX0/s320/Photo0059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063262097183705794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRSDRNVitI/AAAAAAAAA_s/NzB1IXnSGqE/s1600-h/Photo0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRSDRNVitI/AAAAAAAAA_s/NzB1IXnSGqE/s320/Photo0060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063262097183705810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Maman Ayob wedded. I didn't take any picture of the wedding because I was too pissed to take any. Adek took Namira &amp; Hafiz's pictures. Cute! :) I've decided &amp; Mama agreed that when I get married it'll be at the hotel. No, I'm not being arrogant, I'm being practical. I hate having relatives making a mess of your house, &amp; you'll end up cleaning it yourself. I'll just book a hall, catering, etc. I don't have to lift a finger. Guest could just come, eat &amp; go back. Easy, simple &amp; logical. Oh, &amp; I hate those aunties &amp; uncles - including my uncle's friends. 20 - 30 something adults- that go there to gossip &amp; criticise on pratically everything they set their eyes on! :(&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday - 7 May 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;I had my Anatomy presentation &amp; I was a nervous wreck! Who wouldn't be? My whole group had negative thoughts before our presentation, but, suprisingly, we were pretty good! In fact, better than the rest! :) Manpreet Baby &amp; Pinkie Darling was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! They're so natural &amp; professional. Sabrina was good too. Well, working in the zoo has it advantages. She has handled bigger crowds before, so a class presentation is nothing. Hema &amp; I were ok. We weren't really prepared.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday - 8 May 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Something bad happened on Tuesday. All I want to say is this: You've committed so many sins. Too many. It's saddening to see that you still have not realize your mistakes. I guess repention is not on your list. I'm not angry, but sad. I'm sad &amp; disappointed that you forget Allah. Greed. You're blinded by greed.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday - 9 May 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Not much happen. Home to school to home.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thurday - 10 May 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;We presented the Genetics presentation. The last presentation of the term. Again, our group was good. We were more confident after receiving good reviews from our peers on our Anatomy presentation. I couldn't believe my ears when Darling used Yoshi as an example. Baby &amp; I were exchanging the &lt;strong&gt;What-is-this-?-You-hearing-what-I-am-hearing &lt;/strong&gt;kind of look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extraction of what happened:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darling: "...I'm sure no girls in our class would want to marry a talkative guy like Yoshi, who ask questions 24/7."&lt;/strong&gt; smiles) &lt;/em&gt;- Darling was presenting on Dihybrid crosses of pea plant, if I remember correctly.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone burst out laughing when they heard this. Yoshi's my classmate who's famous for asking irrelevant question during class. Ibrahim detest him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the presentation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ibrahim to Darling: "Hoa, thank you. You've redeemed us all."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so excited when Darling said that. Told you he detest Yoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRP2RNVikI/AAAAAAAAA-k/h6LMF9h55CQ/s1600-h/Photo0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRP2RNVikI/AAAAAAAAA-k/h6LMF9h55CQ/s320/Photo0062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063259674822150722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;My first &lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt; meal in school after being in MDIS for 46 days.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday - 11 May 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRP2RNVilI/AAAAAAAAA-s/1Hcg0mjbzGY/s1600-h/Photo0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRP2RNVilI/AAAAAAAAA-s/1Hcg0mjbzGY/s320/Photo0063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063259674822150738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRP2hNVimI/AAAAAAAAA-0/02BvQdHCkOk/s1600-h/Photo0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRP2hNVimI/AAAAAAAAA-0/02BvQdHCkOk/s320/Photo0064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063259679117118050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;I got bored during Physics, so I took pictures of Pinkie Darling's pencil case.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRP2hNVinI/AAAAAAAAA-8/TLvauZwYWyo/s1600-h/Photo0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRP2hNVinI/AAAAAAAAA-8/TLvauZwYWyo/s320/Photo0065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063259679117118066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Fries &amp; Prata. Just the way I like it. Manpreet Baby taught me how to eat prata with fries &amp; chili sauce, &amp; I tell you, it tastes good! Really! You guys should try it.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;After lunch, Baby &amp; I headed to Jade Cinema to catch Tara Rum Pum. She's wanted to watch any Bollywood moving because she was missing home. TRP was &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME/AMAZING/MIND-BLOWING/TERRIFIC!&lt;/strong&gt; It's so heart-warming. It teaches you about life. It's very real, in a sense that it focus on the harsh reality of life. &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE IT!&lt;/strong&gt; I felt so happy after watching it! I'm glad I meet Baby. We indulge in the guilty pleasures of Bollywood gossips &amp; conversing in Hindi. Now I have a friend that shares the same interest as I do! Thanks, Baby. Too bad Darling couldn't come. Else it'll be more fun! :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRP2hNVioI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ZfYNA6kMBlM/s1600-h/Photo0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRP2hNVioI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ZfYNA6kMBlM/s320/Photo0066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063259679117118082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRPihNVifI/AAAAAAAAA98/hlvPVS_L1B4/s1600-h/Photo0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRPihNVifI/AAAAAAAAA98/hlvPVS_L1B4/s320/Photo0067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063259335519734258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRPixNVigI/AAAAAAAAA-E/Y5wQDf0OYg4/s1600-h/Photo0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRPixNVigI/AAAAAAAAA-E/Y5wQDf0OYg4/s320/Photo0068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063259339814701570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRPixNVihI/AAAAAAAAA-M/qWHfjlFj7DI/s1600-h/Photo0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRPixNVihI/AAAAAAAAA-M/qWHfjlFj7DI/s320/Photo0069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063259339814701586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRPixNViiI/AAAAAAAAA-U/rHR0tqdXHHM/s1600-h/Photo0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRPixNViiI/AAAAAAAAA-U/rHR0tqdXHHM/s320/Photo0070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063259339814701602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRPixNVijI/AAAAAAAAA-c/OCgOPkN98fs/s1600-h/Photo0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRPixNVijI/AAAAAAAAA-c/OCgOPkN98fs/s320/Photo0071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063259339814701618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Baby gave me one of her sandwiches which she bought at Starbucks. Oooh! I can't wait for next week! :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Gerl &amp; Bestie too! I hope we could catch a movie together. POTC is coming up! I'll catch it with you guys! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my school! I wouldn't have met my wonderful friends if I didn't come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kade: "im so in lurve wif skewl now. especially when there is such a wonderful mates and lecturers."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sentiments too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-8364243370306196402?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8364243370306196402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=8364243370306196402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/8364243370306196402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/8364243370306196402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/weekly-on-goings.html' title='Weekly on-goings'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RkRTdRNViuI/AAAAAAAAA_0/C17FPmTmteU/s72-c/Photo0029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-933170072333633956</id><published>2007-05-04T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T19:29:16.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my life! :)</title><content type='html'>I've been neglecting my dear blog for the past few days, so today I'm going to post something :), which is going to be a problem because I don't know what to write about. Why? Well because there's too many things to write about! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been good. :) Although times are bad, but I'm coping pretty well. :) I am ever so greatful &amp; thankful to Allah, the Almighty. I'm just thankful &amp; greatful that I'm alive. Life one of the greatest gift that Allah had given me. So for that, I'm ever so greatful &amp; thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was down with a flu yesterday. I hate being sick. Medicine is off no use because it's a &lt;strong&gt;viral flu&lt;/strong&gt;. Stupid virus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that one of my frequent MSN chatter, Zaleigh, is Sabrina's brother! Small world! :) I also found out there's still some &lt;strong&gt;Singaporean&lt;/strong&gt; boys/guys who enjoys good 'ol Bollywood! Right, Zul? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maman Ayob's getting married this weekend. My turn's not coming any sooner. I'll marry only after I get my pHD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp; I heard. I don't know the whole story, but it's so sad. They were prefect for each other. Well, it's destiny. I hope for the best for both of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-933170072333633956?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/933170072333633956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=933170072333633956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/933170072333633956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/933170072333633956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-my-life.html' title='I love my life! :)'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-147496293173659260</id><published>2007-04-30T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T21:34:16.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see! :)</title><content type='html'>Chilled at KFC with the girls. Been so long since I saw them. There was alot of squealing, screaming, laughing, giggling, crapping &amp; just basking in each other's love. :) I don't talk much, but I just love listening to their chattering. Full of animation &amp; excitement! Just by listening to them talk, one would get breathless! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RjXnbxNViaI/AAAAAAAAA9U/dNTHaiu3eQs/s1600-h/Photo0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RjXnbxNViaI/AAAAAAAAA9U/dNTHaiu3eQs/s320/Photo0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059204220672379298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;One of a kind. :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RjXncBNVibI/AAAAAAAAA9c/s_DrzI6nAs8/s1600-h/Photo0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RjXncBNVibI/AAAAAAAAA9c/s_DrzI6nAs8/s320/Photo0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059204224967346610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RjXncRNVicI/AAAAAAAAA9k/KyRmuD7VGok/s1600-h/Photo0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RjXncRNVicI/AAAAAAAAA9k/KyRmuD7VGok/s320/Photo0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059204229262313922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RjXncRNVidI/AAAAAAAAA9s/CLA4CZ9DH8U/s1600-h/Photo0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RjXncRNVidI/AAAAAAAAA9s/CLA4CZ9DH8U/s320/Photo0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059204229262313938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RjXnchNVieI/AAAAAAAAA90/K7NNLlbwS0E/s1600-h/Photo0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RjXnchNVieI/AAAAAAAAA90/K7NNLlbwS0E/s320/Photo0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059204233557281250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Saf, I didn't upload the picture of you &amp; me because I looked awful! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;U&gt;Yesterday:-&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Went to Tekka Wet Market. Hated it. It'll probably be a really, long time before I step into THAT kind of place. Right now, it's the supermarket for me.&lt;br /&gt;-Bought a new phone. Love it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the pieces remain scattered,&lt;br /&gt;Because solving the puzzle will only bring calamity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let peace prevail,&lt;br /&gt;instead of shouldering years &amp; years of grudges&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-147496293173659260?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/147496293173659260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=147496293173659260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/147496293173659260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/147496293173659260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time no see! :)'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RjXnbxNViaI/AAAAAAAAA9U/dNTHaiu3eQs/s72-c/Photo0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-298560463738230567</id><published>2007-04-28T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T11:36:57.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surveys</title><content type='html'>1.What is a question that people ask&lt;br /&gt;you that always gets you confused? -&lt;br /&gt;Science qns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name something you&lt;br /&gt;have in common with all your&lt;br /&gt;siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.what is the greatest amount of&lt;br /&gt;physical pain you have ever endured?&lt;br /&gt;Getting my blood extrated from my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.do you fold your clothes?&lt;br /&gt;Everytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. who is the last person wrote a&lt;br /&gt;letter to you on paper?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.have you fired a gun before?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. name someone you consider a genius&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. what was your favorite childhood toy?&lt;br /&gt;Barbie dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.name a sound that disturbs you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing - but if i'm in a bad mood, everything disturbs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. name someone who is so random?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. name a person whose&lt;br /&gt;diary you would love to read.&lt;br /&gt;Priyanka Chopra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. have you ever had the same dream&lt;br /&gt;more than once?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. name something that made you happy.&lt;br /&gt;To see my family happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. name something that made you laugh&lt;br /&gt;this week.&lt;br /&gt;Hoa &amp; Manpreet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. if you were in an emergency&lt;br /&gt;situation and you had to deliver a&lt;br /&gt;baby, could you?&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. what do you like about being in a&lt;br /&gt;committed relationship?&lt;br /&gt;mature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. what do you dislike about being in&lt;br /&gt;a committed relationship?&lt;br /&gt;no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.if you were famous, what would you&lt;br /&gt;be famous for?&lt;br /&gt;My beauty &amp; talent - like i have any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. name something you dislike about&lt;br /&gt;your mother?&lt;br /&gt;i don't like this qn. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. name something you dislike about&lt;br /&gt;your father?&lt;br /&gt;i don't like this qn either. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. what is on your refrigerator door?&lt;br /&gt;notices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. name the closest thing to you that&lt;br /&gt;is green.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. if someone who didnt know you had&lt;br /&gt;to guess your name, what would they&lt;br /&gt;guess?&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. name something you have to do&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;finish up my assignments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. name a movie you are&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to watching.&lt;br /&gt;spiderman 3 &amp; POTC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. have you ever called 911?&lt;br /&gt;yes. prank call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. name something you've heard about&lt;br /&gt;women that tends to be true?&lt;br /&gt;can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANCER - The Cutie&lt;br /&gt;MOST AMAZING KISSER. Very high appeal.&lt;br /&gt;Love is one of a kind. Very romantic.&lt;br /&gt;Most caring person you will ever meet!&lt;br /&gt;Entirely creative. Extremely random and&lt;br /&gt;proud of it. Freak. Spontaneous. Great&lt;br /&gt;telling stories. Not a Fighter, But&lt;br /&gt;will Knock your lights out if it comes&lt;br /&gt;down to it. Someone you should hold on&lt;br /&gt;to. 12 years of bad luck if you do not&lt;br /&gt;forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girly&lt;br /&gt;[x ]skirts&lt;br /&gt;[x ]purse&lt;br /&gt;[x ]shopping&lt;br /&gt;[ ]make up&lt;br /&gt;[x ]bracelet&lt;br /&gt;[x ]necklace&lt;br /&gt;[x ]pink&lt;br /&gt;[x ]shoes&lt;br /&gt;[x ]boys&lt;br /&gt;[x ]posh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girly = 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guyish&lt;br /&gt;[x]baggy clothes&lt;br /&gt;[ ]black&lt;br /&gt;[ ]swearing&lt;br /&gt;[ ]chains&lt;br /&gt;[ ]skateboard&lt;br /&gt;[ ]rock music&lt;br /&gt;[ ]bikes&lt;br /&gt;[ ]hang out with boys&lt;br /&gt;[x]jacket&lt;br /&gt;[x]messy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guyish = 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerd&lt;br /&gt;[ ]thick books&lt;br /&gt;[ ]tuck in shirt&lt;br /&gt;[ ]homework&lt;br /&gt;[ ]addicted to computer&lt;br /&gt;[ ]smart&lt;br /&gt;[ ]extra h/w&lt;br /&gt;[x ]specs with high degrees&lt;br /&gt;[x ]very thick specs&lt;br /&gt;[ ]short trousers for school&lt;br /&gt;[ ]hair all combed up/no long fringe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerdy = 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo&lt;br /&gt;[ ]blood&lt;br /&gt;[ ]noisy/loud music&lt;br /&gt;[x]bangs covering one eye&lt;br /&gt;[ ]knife&lt;br /&gt;[ ]depression&lt;br /&gt;[ ]sadness&lt;br /&gt;[ ]black&lt;br /&gt;[ ]cuts&lt;br /&gt;[ ]loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo = 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiply each by 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repost this as "i'm 90%girly, 30%&lt;br /&gt;guyish, 20%nerdy, 10% emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY/INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guilty: you do&lt;br /&gt;innocent: you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing in the shower?:&lt;br /&gt;guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the stove on?:&lt;br /&gt;innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Stale food?:&lt;br /&gt;innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spit in someone's Drink?:&lt;br /&gt;innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stole Something from a friend?:&lt;br /&gt;innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with Barbies?:&lt;br /&gt;guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed your posters of your favorite&lt;br /&gt;stars?:&lt;br /&gt;guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listened to stupid music and said you&lt;br /&gt;like it?:&lt;br /&gt;guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made someone cry?:&lt;br /&gt;guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opened your Christmas presents early?&lt;br /&gt;innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found money, and didn't turn it in?:&lt;br /&gt;guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave money to a homeless person?:&lt;br /&gt;guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought "Star Wars" was cool?:&lt;br /&gt;innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a super-hero costume?:&lt;br /&gt;innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lied to protect a friend?:&lt;br /&gt;guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone?:&lt;br /&gt;innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen "The Goonies" more than 10&lt;br /&gt;times?:&lt;br /&gt;innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a Computer game for more than 5&lt;br /&gt;hours?:&lt;br /&gt;guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair a color from the&lt;br /&gt;rainbow?:&lt;br /&gt;innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugged your mom in the past 24&lt;br /&gt;hours?:&lt;br /&gt;innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Have you Ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran through the sprinklers?:&lt;br /&gt;once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran through the sprinklers naked?:&lt;br /&gt;no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went outside naked?:&lt;br /&gt;no!! definitely not!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a school play?:&lt;br /&gt;can’t remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank beer?:&lt;br /&gt;no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work/school with a hangover?:&lt;br /&gt;no!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten detention?:&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheated on a test?:&lt;br /&gt;no!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from your own family?:&lt;br /&gt;Can’t remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipped somebody off?:&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate spoiled food on purpose?:&lt;br /&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched somebody's death?:&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard it hurt?:&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tripped on stairs?:&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tripped on your own feet?:&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried yourself to sleep?:&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried in public?:&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lied to your parents?:&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school?:&lt;br /&gt;no!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been cheated on:&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried so hard you threw up?:&lt;br /&gt;haha, no. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear sunglasses while driving?&lt;br /&gt;When I get to drive, I’ll probably wear them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look to your left. Name the first&lt;br /&gt;thing you see?&lt;br /&gt;Ironing board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last magazine you read&lt;br /&gt;Reader Digest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you download music legally or&lt;br /&gt;illegally?&lt;br /&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite kind of potato chips?&lt;br /&gt;Any kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 3:00 PM yesterday you were&lt;br /&gt;doing what: &lt;br /&gt;Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many burned CDs do you have?&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cereal you couldn't live without?&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you watch golf on TV for more than&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever gone bungee jumping?&lt;br /&gt;Never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about jumping on a trampoline?&lt;br /&gt;Never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does a CPA do?&lt;br /&gt;No idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still live with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temperature outside?&lt;br /&gt;Around 25?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever read a motivational book?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of toothpaste do you use?&lt;br /&gt;Any  kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best pizza place in town?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno, I eat any kind of pizzas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever stomped on an ant and felt like&lt;br /&gt;godzilla?&lt;br /&gt;No! That’s so evil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best computer game site is?&lt;br /&gt;MCF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had 24 hours to live, what&lt;br /&gt;would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Atone all my sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to ride around in a&lt;br /&gt;tank just for the hell of it?&lt;br /&gt;Probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last movie you saw?&lt;br /&gt;Salaam-e-ishq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it any good or was it terrible?&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coke or Pepsi?&lt;br /&gt;Neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bad are your allergies?&lt;br /&gt;Not bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you superior to Chuck Norris?&lt;br /&gt;No…he’s better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pairs of socks do you own?&lt;br /&gt;Never counted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this survey compare to others&lt;br /&gt;that you've taken?&lt;br /&gt;Never timed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.       Name someone who made you smile&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;myself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What were you doing at 8:00 this&lt;br /&gt;morning?&lt;br /&gt;sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is something that happened to&lt;br /&gt;you in 1990?&lt;br /&gt;i was born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is the last thing you said&lt;br /&gt;aloud?&lt;br /&gt;too long to write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How many different things did you&lt;br /&gt;drink today?&lt;br /&gt;only 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What color is your hairbrush?&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a hairbrush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was the last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;i don't kiss &amp; tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What color is your front door?&lt;br /&gt;dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Where do you keep your change?&lt;br /&gt;wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's the weather like today?&lt;br /&gt;fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the best ice cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;currently its chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is something you are excited&lt;br /&gt;about?&lt;br /&gt;bollywood, salman khan, orlando bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When was the last rainbow you saw?&lt;br /&gt;can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What size shoes do you wear?&lt;br /&gt;7 or 37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you random?&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you want to cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you talk a lot?&lt;br /&gt;only with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Does your screen name have an "x"&lt;br /&gt;in it?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you know anyone named Steven?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Are you ticklish?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Are you typically a jealous&lt;br /&gt;person?&lt;br /&gt;kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Name someone whose name starts&lt;br /&gt;with the letter "R":&lt;br /&gt;redwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Name a friend whose name starts&lt;br /&gt;with the letter "M":&lt;br /&gt;Manpreet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who's the 1st person on your&lt;br /&gt;received calls list?&lt;br /&gt;i lost my phone :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What did the last text message you&lt;br /&gt;received say?&lt;br /&gt;i lost my phone :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you chew on your straws?&lt;br /&gt;kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you have curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What is the next concert you're&lt;br /&gt;going to?&lt;br /&gt;dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Whats your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What is something you say a lot&lt;br /&gt;today?&lt;br /&gt;to long to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What is the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you seen the movie "Donnie&lt;br /&gt;Darko"?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you have work tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, housework &amp; school work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Is marriage in your future?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, arranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. When was the last time you said "I&lt;br /&gt;love you."?&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What should you be doing right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;Showering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you have a nickname?&lt;br /&gt;fadz/zilla/fadzilla/kakak/kakak zilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Are you a heavy sleeper?&lt;br /&gt;kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. When was the last time you used a&lt;br /&gt;skateboard?&lt;br /&gt;When i was 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What is the best movie you've seen&lt;br /&gt;in the past two weeks?&lt;br /&gt;Salaam-e-ishq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Did you cry today?&lt;br /&gt;No, yesterday yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you like someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Are you currently playing any&lt;br /&gt;sports?&lt;br /&gt;Swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Last time you listened to music?&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Last time you watched tv?&lt;br /&gt;Last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Do you miss someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. What are you doing at this very&lt;br /&gt;moment?&lt;br /&gt;Stupid qn! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Who is the last person you talked&lt;br /&gt;on the phone with?&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Are any of your friends going to&lt;br /&gt;fill this out?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-298560463738230567?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/298560463738230567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=298560463738230567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/298560463738230567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/298560463738230567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/surveys.html' title='Surveys'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-1047973359704995275</id><published>2007-04-27T09:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T09:24:17.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=6&gt;Happy Birthday Boboi!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=6&gt;Love your sister. &lt;IMG src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/07.gif"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#32;          &lt;hr size=1&gt;  &lt;a href="http://sg.rd.yahoo.com/mail/sg/footer/def/*http://sg.movies.yahoo.com"&gt;Yahoo! Movies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src=http://sg.yimg.com/i/sg/widgets/new.gif hspace=4 align=abstop width=28 height=11&gt; - Search movie info and celeb profiles and photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-1047973359704995275?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1047973359704995275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=1047973359704995275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/1047973359704995275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/1047973359704995275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-boboi-love-your-sister_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-5637135113990475807</id><published>2007-04-23T17:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:14:34.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's a blast!</title><content type='html'>There're various reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It was pratical today. Bio &amp; Chem back-to-back. I LOVE praticals! No boring 3 hr lectures in classrooms! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I slept at 2.30 a.m., woke up at 7 &amp; still feel energetic! It's really an accomplishment. Usually, I'd hit the sack at 10 p.m. &amp; feel dead beat the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I manage to do my lab report &lt;strong&gt;&lt;U&gt;&amp;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; going to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bestie has an A-D-M-I-R-E-R! Whoopie!! I'm so excited &amp; happy for her!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dotsy wants to meet up, Bestie wanna meet up, so...LET'S! :) How about next Monday, 30/04/07, at 6, at Ad Place KFC? We'll have dinner together, &amp; catch up. Pls IM me instead of texting me. I lost my phone. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Bio pratical today, we had to examine an animal cell &amp; guess what was the specimen? Blood. Uh huh. Blood. One student from each group had to prick his/her finger &amp; extract 2 micrometer of blood. I was REALLY nervous. Even though I didn't have to prick MY finger, seeing the blood oozing for my fellow classmates finger was enough to make me feel faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extration of what happened:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Priscilla had just finished extrating Grace's blood. Grace tried to stop her blood from oozing out by using an alcohol swab, but didn't work. I, unfortunately, saw that terrifying sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zilla&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh man! (Had a sick look &amp; felt really faint)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabrina&lt;/strong&gt;: (Looking up from her work) Relax lah! It's only blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zilla&lt;/strong&gt;: Ughh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even dare touch the diluted blood sample. But, eventually, I had to. My hands were shivering when I hold it. Manpreet quickly took over. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;. I really HAVE to get over my fear of blood. I'm shivering as I'm writing on this terrifying encounter. &lt;em&gt;Shivers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-5637135113990475807?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5637135113990475807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=5637135113990475807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/5637135113990475807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/5637135113990475807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/mondays-blast.html' title='Monday&apos;s a blast!'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-7685039701964140481</id><published>2007-04-21T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:01:19.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you guys so much!</title><content type='html'>I'm really missing my girlfriends alot! Now that schools' started, they been very bust. They're hardly onlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's understandable. I, myself, am loaded with lab reports &amp; courseworks. Gosh! Miss them so, very much! Loves &amp; kisses! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more quizzes to brightened my dull blog, &amp; my mood - I seem to get agitated this pass few days, hmm, must be the hormones- enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Rouge Red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorredareyouquiz/rouge.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the reds, you are the most energetic and vibrant.&lt;br /&gt;You never need to recharge, and in fact, you often recharge others.&lt;br /&gt;Gutsy and brave, you've never let your fears stop you from doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;You figure that life is all about experiences, and you'll always take that leap of faith.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorredareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Red Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Little Addicted to Gossip&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouaddictedtogossipquiz/gossip-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your view, most gossip is pretty harmless.&lt;br /&gt;And it's a pretty fun way to pass the time!&lt;br /&gt;You're willing to pass on some juicy details...&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're not impacting anyone's personal life too deeply.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaddictedtogossipquiz/"&gt;Are You Addicted to Gossip?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Heart Is Pink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/pink.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you like to play innocent - even though you aren't.&lt;br /&gt;Each time you fall in love, it's like falling for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: Coy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky first date: Picnic in the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream lover: Is both caring and dominant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you bring to relationships: Romance&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Color Heart Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Follow Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyoufollowyourheadoryourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're romantic, sentimental, and emotional.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to fall in (and out of) love very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Some may call you fickle, but you can't help where your emotions take you.&lt;br /&gt;You've definitely broken a few hearts, but you're not a heartbreaker by nature.&lt;br /&gt;Your intentions are always good, even if they change with the wind&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoufollowyourheadoryourheartquiz/"&gt;Do You Follow Your Head or Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Okay Student&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagoodstudentquiz/student-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how to get by school, but your heart isn't always in it.&lt;br /&gt;Motivation is a problem for you. Maybe you need to study something more exciting!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagoodstudentquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Student?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Phobic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howphobicareyouquiz/phobic-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared? You? Not really. Everyone has a few normal phobias, and you're no exception.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay to be afraid of a few things. You wouldn't be human if you weren't.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howphobicareyouquiz/"&gt;How Phobic Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are: 30% Dog, 70% Cat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoumorecatordogquiz/animal-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and cats have a lot in common. &lt;br /&gt;You're both smart and in charge - with a good amount of attitude.&lt;br /&gt;However, you do have a very playful side that occasionally comes out!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoumorecatordogquiz/"&gt;Are You More Cat or Dog?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Love cats! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Gemstone is Topaz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatgemstoneareyouquiz/topaz.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comforting, considerate, and stable.&lt;br /&gt;You are down to earth and grounded.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatgemstoneareyouquiz/"&gt;What Gemstone Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEA-EU-TI-FULL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Friend is Not Fake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/isyourfriendfakequiz/fake-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a true friend - and you're smart enough to know you're lucky to have such a great friendship.&lt;br /&gt;So let your friend know that you really appreciate all she's done for you... and for keeping it real!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/isyourfriendfakequiz/"&gt;Is Your Friend Fake?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! So true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-7685039701964140481?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7685039701964140481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=7685039701964140481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/7685039701964140481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/7685039701964140481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/missing-you-guys-so-much.html' title='Missing you guys so much!'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-6809992197276436118</id><published>2007-04-19T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T22:08:57.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bees</title><content type='html'>Seems like everyone's busy with school &amp; all. I really miss my peeps/mates/girlfriends. I love them to bits. Can't wait for them to update their blogs so that I know that they're still alive. Seriously. Anyway, to brighten this sombre week, I decide to colour my blog - &amp; mood - with some quirky quizes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to good manners and elegance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are the Ego&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouidegoorsuperegoquiz/ego.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a balanced approach to your life.&lt;br /&gt;You definitely aren't afraid to act out on your desires - even crazy ones.&lt;br /&gt;But you usually think first. Morals drive you as much as hedonism does.&lt;br /&gt;You've been able to live a life of pleasure... without living a life of excess.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouidegoorsuperegoquiz/"&gt;Are You Id, Ego, or Superego?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFDAB9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Good Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFE7D2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/good-girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 80% Good and 20% Bad&lt;br /&gt;Generally speaking, you're a very good girl.&lt;br /&gt;(But you don't have us totally fooled!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 85% Feminist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouafeministquiz/feminist-5.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a total feminist. This doesn't mean you're a man hater (in fact, you may be a man).&lt;br /&gt;You just think that men and women should be treated equally. It's a simple idea but somehow complicated for the world to put into action.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouafeministquiz/"&gt;Are You a Feminist?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guys Like That You're Sensitive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatdoguyslikeaboutyouquiz/you-are-sensitive.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not in that "cry at a drop of a hat" sort of way&lt;br /&gt;You just get most guys - even if you're not trying to&lt;br /&gt;Guys find it is easy to confide in you and tell you their secrets&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you tend to get close quickly in relationships!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoguyslikeaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do Guys Like About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Would Do a Little For Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/wouldyoudoanythingforlovequiz/love-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, love is important to you. But you also want to be loved for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;So you won't be doing a lot of changing or sacrificing for love.&lt;br /&gt;If you're not good enough as is, then it's not really love.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wouldyoudoanythingforlovequiz/"&gt;Would You Do Anything For Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Pretty Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhappyareyoureallyquiz/happy-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You generally have a happy, fulfilling life. &lt;br /&gt;But things could be a little better, and deep down, you know it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you need more supportive friends or a more challenging career.&lt;br /&gt;Something is preventing you from being totally happy. You just need to figure out what it is!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhappyareyoureallyquiz/"&gt;How Happy Are You, Really?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends, Lovue you guys alot! Lovues, Huges &amp; Kisses!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-6809992197276436118?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6809992197276436118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=6809992197276436118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6809992197276436118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6809992197276436118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/busy-bees.html' title='Busy Bees'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-3250959647332763679</id><published>2007-04-18T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T20:42:34.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bollywood I love!!!</title><content type='html'>Been long since I updated. I've been up to my neck with coursework, lab reports &amp; whatnot. I finally submitted the last of my assignments today. Finally, I get to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very much into Bollywood lately. Well, I have been into Bollywood, but not in depth. Omigosh! Abhi &amp; Aish are marrying this Friday. Oh, no wait. The wedding celebrations have already starting. It's a 3-day event, starting today with the &lt;em&gt;Sangeet&lt;/em&gt; or music ceremony, where guests &amp; hosts dance all night. Tomorrow will be the &lt;em&gt;Mehendi&lt;/em&gt;, where henna is applied on the bride's hands &amp; feet. Lastly, Friday will be the actual wedding ritual &amp; it will be when the bride bids goodbye to her family - not that it matter, she could easily visit her family anytime she wants, but it's tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I wish I could go! It would be so fun! Dancing to Bollywood tunes, wearing beautiful sarees or &lt;em&gt;salwar kameez&lt;/em&gt;! AHH!! &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;. Never mind, one day I'll be as successful &amp; famous as them, &amp; when it's my wedding, I'm inviting everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before MDIS, I had no one to talk to about my interest in Bollywood, now I have Manpreet! Hehe! We talk about Bollywood most of the time, &amp; I'm learning Hindi! My next goal is to go to India! Ooohhh! Thinking about it gets me so excited!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well, I'll end here. I need to finish up another lab report. Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To ABHISHEK BACHCHAN &amp; AISHWARYA RAI,I HOPE YOU HAVE A HAPPY &amp; BLESSED MARRIAGE!!! LOVES!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-3250959647332763679?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3250959647332763679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=3250959647332763679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/3250959647332763679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/3250959647332763679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/bollywood-i-love.html' title='Bollywood I love!!!'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-2352745183070953934</id><published>2007-04-13T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:24:09.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeless classics &amp; Chicken pox</title><content type='html'>I suddenly had the urge to watch old Bollywood movies like Kuch Kuch Hota Hai &amp; Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge. Man, I love those movies. Like the story of Romeo &amp; Juliet, you'll never get tired of watching them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that Gerl has chicken pox. Poor her. Stuck at home for 2 whole weeks. I'll visit her next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm piled up with courseworks due on Monday. Darn. Oh, well, I don't really mind. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading Bestie's blog just now, &amp; I came across a tag by this &lt;strong&gt;'a-passer-by&lt;/strong&gt;' enigma. This is what he/she wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Apr 07, 11:53&lt;br /&gt;a-passer-by: if you really wanna continue to smoke and drink, i suggest you kill yourself, because it's easier and less painful that way. it's high time you stopped deluding yourself and face the reality of things &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 Apr 07, 11:54&lt;br /&gt;a-passer-by: honestly, temptation? to cause hurt to yourself? ask yourself, just what the hell do you get from those things? &lt;br /&gt;a-passer-by: you should be ashamed of giving all these excuses for yourself.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 Apr 07, 11:54&lt;br /&gt;a-passer-by: you should be ashamed of giving all these excuses for yourself....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap lah! It's &lt;strong&gt;HER LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;! It's true that drinking &amp; smoking is bad for health &amp; not to mention religious wise(except smoking), but at the end of the day it's &lt;strong&gt;HER LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;! I, as her Bestie, did advice her to stop drinking but, like I said it's &lt;strong&gt;HER LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;. I did my part as a friend but ultimately, the decision is up to her. Not only me, Dotsy also advice her to stop drinking. We advice, we didn't &lt;strong&gt;FORCE&lt;/strong&gt;. Like what you're doing! Maybe you had good intention, but what how you're saying it wrong. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't bloody care if you hate me for my comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-2352745183070953934?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2352745183070953934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=2352745183070953934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/2352745183070953934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/2352745183070953934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/timeless-classics-chicken-pox.html' title='Timeless classics &amp; Chicken pox'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-9171806576606960150</id><published>2007-04-11T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T22:02:12.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!!</title><content type='html'>Whopee! I finally get to meet Bestie. Been so long &amp; missed her so much. Gerl didn't turn up. I dunno what happen. Call her later. Anyways, we manage to catch up with each other. Besides smoking &amp; drinking, she's the Dalilah I know since Secondary 1. I was suprise with myself when I excepted the fact that Bestie was smoking. It didn't bother me at all - maybe if she's blowing cigeratte smoke near me - but other wise I'm fine with it. I'm also kinda (keyword: &lt;strong&gt;kinda&lt;/strong&gt;) fine with the fact that she's drinking. I wasn't suprise. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp; the best part about the whole meeting is that I saw R! Haha! Yeah, man! Bestie to Bestie. We know what happen, so I won't elaborate. Hilarious, yar! :) He's okay, lah. Not my type but okay. Wish you all the best, Bestie! Hehe! :) Oh, &amp; for the record, I think he &amp; I will get along fine. You, know if you decide to forge a relationship with him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp; I actually wanted to hand Dotsy the Korean movie, but as luck has it I forgot to bring it along. Drats! When I have it with me, I'm not free to pass to Dotsy. But when I'm free, the disc isn't with me. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;. This is what you call life. Full of contradictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. There's always next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhzkXWEQxlI/AAAAAAAAA88/af0AeppCpAM/s1600-h/IMG011-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhzkXWEQxlI/AAAAAAAAA88/af0AeppCpAM/s320/IMG011-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052163971714434642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Bestie. She hates taking pictures. :) Love you lah!&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhzkXmEQxmI/AAAAAAAAA9E/cxUqlpukTxQ/s1600-h/IMG010-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhzkXmEQxmI/AAAAAAAAA9E/cxUqlpukTxQ/s320/IMG010-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052163976009401954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;The shop that I use to go after school, during Secondary days.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhzkXmEQxnI/AAAAAAAAA9M/ZapJzaj9tlI/s1600-h/IMG006-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhzkXmEQxnI/AAAAAAAAA9M/ZapJzaj9tlI/s320/IMG006-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052163976009401970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;My favourite snack.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the pictures from 4E4 gathering. Man, I miss them. Especially Mr Neo. He's the best Teach(No, that is not a typo. Teach is short for Teacher) you can ever have. But I think Firdaus Samat's hair look like crap. Hey, what do I know about hairstyle, but I really think it looks like crap. It's my bloody blog &amp; I'm entitled to say whatever I want. If you don't like it, please, you're more than welcome to leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-9171806576606960150?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9171806576606960150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=9171806576606960150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/9171806576606960150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/9171806576606960150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/finally.html' title='Finally!!!'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhzkXWEQxlI/AAAAAAAAA88/af0AeppCpAM/s72-c/IMG011-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-2636655220013389089</id><published>2007-04-10T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:13:32.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So full of drama</title><content type='html'>There's so many drama going on in my family. If I were to make a serial drama, I'm sure people will tune in to watch - not to mention the dough that will come in. Lies, deceit, hurt, anger, betrayal, revenge, greed. Words that would describe my current family situation. &lt;strong&gt;Money, money, money&lt;/strong&gt;...&amp; the &lt;strong&gt;father-daughter-husband-wife-brother-sister-mother-son &amp; the in-laws&lt;/strong&gt; rivalry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ironically&lt;/strong&gt;, amidst all the &lt;strong&gt;problems/situations/events&lt;/strong&gt; that I'm saddled with, I feel &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, happy as in &lt;strong&gt;gembira/kai xin/khushi&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm smiling every now &amp; then. The harder the problems/situations/events are, the happier I am. I won't say I'm not worried at all, yes, I'm a little worried, but not so worried. I guess, the reason I'm feeling so is because of Allah &amp; my heart. My &lt;strong&gt;faith in Allah &amp; Islam &lt;/strong&gt;never withered despite being pressurized by problems/situations/events. Instead, it &lt;strong&gt;grew deeper&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm more aware about myself, Allah &amp; Islam. My heart. My heart has never lied to me, &amp; it never will. My heart is calm. I feel at peace. I know it's going to be alright. Well, as it's said in Malay; &lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Aku redha kepada Allah&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that aside. I have another hilarioius video for you all to watch. It's called '&lt;strong&gt;We&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;live in Singapura&lt;/strong&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ch-z5s2JabY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ch-z5s2JabY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-2636655220013389089?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2636655220013389089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=2636655220013389089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/2636655220013389089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/2636655220013389089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-full-of-drama.html' title='So full of drama'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-8131450208512276019</id><published>2007-04-09T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T22:39:52.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakura again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;Yup! The title says it all. We(Me, Bibik Nah &amp; Paman Rahmat) headed to &lt;strong&gt;Sakura&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;Clementi Woods&lt;/strong&gt;. Damn, shiok! It has a &lt;strong&gt;2-storey buffet area&lt;/strong&gt;. 2 stories, people! You can imagine how many food there are. Anyway, I was gobsmacked when I entered Sakura. Darn it. I wanna go again. Firstly, I headed to the 2nd floor buffet area and took every piece of pizzas there are. Then, I..oh, well, just look at the photos. :) &lt;strong&gt;WARNING! THE FOLLOW&lt;/strong&gt;ING &lt;strong&gt;COULD CAUSE SEVERE SALIVARY SECRETION!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhpKpsIyY5I/AAAAAAAAA8E/AnAwQ85Y2so/s1600-h/IMG006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhpKpsIyY5I/AAAAAAAAA8E/AnAwQ85Y2so/s320/IMG006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051432012132541330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhpKpsIyY6I/AAAAAAAAA8M/Y4eT5yp0ZDk/s1600-h/IMG007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhpKpsIyY6I/AAAAAAAAA8M/Y4eT5yp0ZDk/s320/IMG007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051432012132541346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;My appetizers. Uh huh, appetizers. Pizza's my favourite food since forever. I was &lt;strong&gt;THE FIRST&lt;/strong&gt; person to grab the pizzas. I took one slice from every flavour available there. There were 10 pizza flavours. The chef gave me a weird/amused/one-of-a-kind look. Whatever. But then as I soon found out, it was a mistake eating 10 pizzas as my first dish-or dishes. By my 4th meal, I could barely stuff myself anymore. And there were lots of other food I haven't tried yet. Bummer. :(&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhpKp8IyY7I/AAAAAAAAA8U/umsrjNR1Co8/s1600-h/IMG008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhpKp8IyY7I/AAAAAAAAA8U/umsrjNR1Co8/s320/IMG008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051432016427508658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Chicken satay. 2nd favourite dish. :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhpKp8IyY8I/AAAAAAAAA8c/PCyI0dVDFik/s1600-h/IMG009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhpKp8IyY8I/AAAAAAAAA8c/PCyI0dVDFik/s320/IMG009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051432016427508674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Ice-cream! :D&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhpKJcIyY0I/AAAAAAAAA7c/fwL6RUOdJq4/s1600-h/IMG010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhpKJcIyY0I/AAAAAAAAA7c/fwL6RUOdJq4/s320/IMG010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051431458081760066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Orange juice. My drink throughout the whole course.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhpKJsIyY1I/AAAAAAAAA7k/ZHNUEY6jGac/s1600-h/IMG011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhpKJsIyY1I/AAAAAAAAA7k/ZHNUEY6jGac/s320/IMG011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051431462376727378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Cakes &amp; fruits.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhpKJ8IyY2I/AAAAAAAAA7s/qN6Xsu877pI/s1600-h/IMG012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhpKJ8IyY2I/AAAAAAAAA7s/qN6Xsu877pI/s320/IMG012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051431466671694690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Shark's fin soup. Currently is my favourite soup.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhpKJ8IyY3I/AAAAAAAAA70/f6mla3F1w0g/s1600-h/IMG013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhpKJ8IyY3I/AAAAAAAAA70/f6mla3F1w0g/s320/IMG013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051431466671694706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Salmon. I hate the sauce though. :(&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhpKJ8IyY4I/AAAAAAAAA78/CIoneuXX_K0/s1600-h/IMG014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhpKJ8IyY4I/AAAAAAAAA78/CIoneuXX_K0/s320/IMG014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051431466671694722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Expresso. It was very bitter, but then I added 3 sachets of sugar &amp; cream respectively &amp; it became a very thick, bitter-but-a-little-sweet concoction.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for that pizzas, I'd eaten most of the food there. :( Oh, well, guess I'll know not what to eat when I go there next time. And, I'd probably bring my girlfriends along. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-8131450208512276019?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8131450208512276019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=8131450208512276019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/8131450208512276019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/8131450208512276019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/sakura-again.html' title='Sakura again!'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhpKpsIyY5I/AAAAAAAAA8E/AnAwQ85Y2so/s72-c/IMG006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-3959303854879542523</id><published>2007-04-08T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:32:01.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abhi's Moto Rokr Ad</title><content type='html'>Hey, guys! You gotta watch this commercial, it's hilarious! It stars Abhishek Bachchan. Ok, lemme give you a brief summary of the commercial in case you don't understand. In this commercial, Abhi's suppose to say his lines in various scenes of a movie. However, instead of saying the lines, he sings them! That's all, I'm gonna say. Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vYuHPMJKRmY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vYuHPMJKRmY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-3959303854879542523?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3959303854879542523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=3959303854879542523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/3959303854879542523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/3959303854879542523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/abhis-moto-rokr-ad.html' title='Abhi&apos;s Moto Rokr Ad'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-5355356864722727423</id><published>2007-04-05T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T21:03:02.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No rest, All work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;Yes! No school tomorrow! Can wake up late! I don't hate school, but I hate waking up early. So far, it's been good, though we hate tonnes of researching to do for our coursework. I like most of the subjects, expect maybe chemistry. If you think Mdm Yeo was boring, you should see Dr Anjali. '&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She makes Chemistry &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scary..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;' said Manpreet, &amp; I quote. Really. She hardly smiles in class. Atleast Mdm Yeo does.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Okay, let's skip that. I had 2 praticals this week, &amp; it was a blast! Loved it! My first lab pratical was for Bio. We used the microscope. Mind you, it's not like any old microscope. It has two eye-piece. Old microscope has only one. We did measure samples using a under the microscope using a micro-ruler. My second lab pratical was for Chemistry. We did titration, weighing &amp; absorancy. It was so cool! We wore gloves &amp; with our lab coats. I felt as though I'm about to perform some sort of sugery. I really felt like a scientist/doctor.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Here's some photo taken by Hwa. She brought her camera to school. She so sweet &amp; abit eccentric. But all in all, she's very sweet! :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bio Pratical, 3-04-2007&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhTqg8IyYyI/AAAAAAAAA7M/nifpyxjbhG0/s1600-h/DSC03224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhTqg8IyYyI/AAAAAAAAA7M/nifpyxjbhG0/s320/DSC03224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049918933808866082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Manpreet. Her dad owns a construction business &amp; ALSO a textile business inherited from her granddad. Wow!&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhTqhMIyYzI/AAAAAAAAA7U/bjRIFXp9Ri4/s1600-h/DSC03225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhTqhMIyYzI/AAAAAAAAA7U/bjRIFXp9Ri4/s320/DSC03225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049918938103833394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Me. :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhTp_sIyYtI/AAAAAAAAA6k/sj2w5oZb7Sg/s1600-h/DSC03228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhTp_sIyYtI/AAAAAAAAA6k/sj2w5oZb7Sg/s320/DSC03228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049918362578215634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Just call me Dr Zilla. Hehe. Using the microscope. Love it! :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhTp_8IyYuI/AAAAAAAAA6s/e__RsWHHwCQ/s1600-h/DSC03230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhTp_8IyYuI/AAAAAAAAA6s/e__RsWHHwCQ/s320/DSC03230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049918366873182946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Manpreet at the microscope. The girl behind her is Su. Su's from Mynmmar &amp; her dad's a doctor, her brother's on the way to becoming one &amp; her mom's was a nurse.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chemistry Pratical, 4-04-2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhTqAcIyYvI/AAAAAAAAA60/I8rilyokG0s/s1600-h/DSC03245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhTqAcIyYvI/AAAAAAAAA60/I8rilyokG0s/s320/DSC03245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049918375463117554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Manpreet &amp; Me. We're recording data for titration experiment.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhTqCsIyYwI/AAAAAAAAA68/OuTBceH0vcI/s1600-h/DSC03248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhTqCsIyYwI/AAAAAAAAA68/OuTBceH0vcI/s320/DSC03248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049918414117823234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Hwa &amp; Manpreet. Hwa's from Vietnam. Both her parents are doctors. Most of the international friends comes from a rich family and most are from 3rd world country mind you.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhTqDMIyYxI/AAAAAAAAA7E/hXAxZAJWHkk/s1600-h/DSC03249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhTqDMIyYxI/AAAAAAAAA7E/hXAxZAJWHkk/s320/DSC03249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049918422707757842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Hwa, Manpreet &amp; Zilla. Scientists &amp; Doctors of the future. :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Dot!! I have Princess Hour OST!! Listen to it!! :D&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/KMfhsJkYZC/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/KMfhsJkYZC/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/QaWXrryzjJ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/QaWXrryzjJ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;If you want the songs, IM me, then I'll sent it to you. I only manage to download 2 Princess Hour OST before deleting Limewire. Ok, I'll end here. :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-5355356864722727423?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5355356864722727423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=5355356864722727423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/5355356864722727423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/5355356864722727423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-rest-all-work.html' title='No rest, All work!'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhTqg8IyYyI/AAAAAAAAA7M/nifpyxjbhG0/s72-c/DSC03224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-5737027166994663775</id><published>2007-04-02T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:47:27.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Zilla Jo</title><content type='html'>Yeah! I got my own lab coat! I feel like a doctor wearing it. The moment I entered the house, I threw down my bag, ripped open the plastic &amp; wore my lab coat proudly! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mama! Mama! Tengok! Doctor in the making!" &lt;/em&gt;exclaimed I as I ran into my parents room, donned in the most wonderful thing I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhD1jc8_zII/AAAAAAAAA6c/9JTjM-sA_Uk/s1600-h/IMG005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhD1jc8_zII/AAAAAAAAA6c/9JTjM-sA_Uk/s320/IMG005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048805171698584706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I understand I'm suppose to do a '&lt;strong&gt;30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; random facts about me that you might not&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;yet&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt;' survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I used to have wet dreams of Aaron Aziz. But, now I hate him.(He's just so...blah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I think I'm the prettiest girl in the whole entire universe. Goes to show how thick-skinned I am. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love fairytales like Sleeping Beauty, Cinderalla, etc. I love pretending to be a princess.(I still do! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I used to get jealous easily, but now I only envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I once dreamt that I'm a slut for a boss, who sleeps with a different employee every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate balloons. They scare me out of my wits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I used to be impatient, rude &amp; disrecpectful. But now I'm more patient &amp; more respectful to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I used to cut myself in the wrist because of some personal problems. I don't do it now. I'm more wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I dream of marrying Salman Khan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I dream of winning the Noble Peace Prize Award for finding a cure for AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When I was around 3-5 years old, I smeared my Aki's hair cream all over my face, hair, hands, feet, thinking they were body lotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I hate public transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I have a weird liking to vending machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I'd like to buy an island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I'm quite arrogant. If I don't know that person well, although we speak on certain occasion, I won't acknowledge him/her, if I see them on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I'm a very curious person. Not the &lt;em&gt;kaypoh&lt;/em&gt; kind. I like to ask &amp; explore. E.g. of questions I would ask: 'Why did the dinosaurs die?' or 'Are there really aliens around?' Usually, my questions have no answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I fear death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I hate watching horror/thriller movie at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I don't like looking back. Reminiscing about the past just open old wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Though I love to eat, I'm quite a fussy eater. I don't eat seafood(besides fish &amp; prawns) &amp; anything that's sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Like Dotsy, my art sucks. I was shocked I got a B3 for Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I'm a very disgusting person. I drool, fart &amp; burp a lot at home.(Obviously I'm discreet about it when I'm out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. During my tween years, I used to love digging my nose. I don't do it now. It's disgusting &amp; there's plenty of germs &amp; bacteria that can cause you fall ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I once wore this 4-inch platform shoes, with Kappa trackpants &amp; t-shirt to my uncle's house while riding on the MRT. Talk about a fashion disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I took a photo of myself naked once. I deleted the photo 'coz I think it was sinful of me to do that &amp; it wasn't politically correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I detest those who are rude to their parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I can be a hypocrite at times. Depending on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I love cute lingerie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I think this survey is crap(No offence Dotsy). It took me a whole 30 minutes to fill this up. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-5737027166994663775?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5737027166994663775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=5737027166994663775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/5737027166994663775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/5737027166994663775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/dr-zilla-jo.html' title='Dr. Zilla Jo'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RhD1jc8_zII/AAAAAAAAA6c/9JTjM-sA_Uk/s72-c/IMG005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-4432172130622324394</id><published>2007-03-31T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T20:33:26.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some other facts on school...</title><content type='html'>Teaching is hard. I went to Nyai's house today to teach Irfan. It was hard. I didn't think I would be this hard. When I taught Boboi, it was easier because he knows when to be serious. But Irfan, he's different. He kept fidgeting around, smiling &amp; giggling to nobody in particular. I think he's autistic. But really, the point here is, I have a hypothetic mindset that all children have the same behaviour. I only taught my younger siblings &amp; they are disciplined. I wasn't exposed to other kids yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there's some facts I missed out for my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;EARWAX&lt;/strong&gt; are &lt;strong&gt;GOOD&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Don't dig your ear often&lt;/strong&gt; because earwax acts as a shield for the eardrum. When bacteria enters the ears, they can't get in all the way through as they would get stuck on the sticky, gooey stuff we call &lt;strong&gt;EARWAX&lt;/strong&gt;. With &lt;strong&gt;EARWAX&lt;/strong&gt;, our ear would not get infected with any bacteria that might ruin our hearing. I got this from my Anatomy lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you drop your food on a dry surface i.e the floor, it's okay to eat it. It helps you to build up your immune system. I don't know how yet but it does. I got this from my Bio lecturer, so it's not bias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My lecturers&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Dr. Anjali, Chemistry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Dr. Pallavi, Anato&lt;/strong&gt;my&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Dr. Prissilla a.k.a Ms Rabbit&lt;/strong&gt;(Don't ask,Hoa gave her that name.) &lt;strong&gt;a.k.a Ms Blahblahblah&lt;/strong&gt;(She loves saying that.)&lt;strong&gt;, Biology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Dr. Su, Genetics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Dr. Omar a.k.a Mr Actually&lt;/strong&gt;(He loves saying the word 'Actually'), &lt;strong&gt;Physics &amp; Math&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading to the library tomorrow to do research on my Bio &amp; Genetics project. Ok, I'll end here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-4432172130622324394?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4432172130622324394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=4432172130622324394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/4432172130622324394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/4432172130622324394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/some-other-facts-on-school.html' title='Some other facts on school...'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-8652000396438693398</id><published>2007-03-30T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T22:40:51.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first week of school</title><content type='html'>Phew! One whole week of schooling has finally ended. I'm tired. I'll give you a lowdown on my first week of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- First day was crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Second day onwards was much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I made 3 good friends &amp; got to know a few classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My school's like a fashion parade. About a quarter of the student population are international students, so being from different parts of the world, their dressing style tends to be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- International students who come her to study have rich parents - Like my friend M anpreet, her dad owns a construction business &amp; a textile business, inherited from her grandad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can understand Math!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Our lecturers are Doctors(in status, as all of them has obtain a Doctarate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Our school has vending machines!! The one where which sells food - like in the hospitals. I LOVE those machines. I'd ogle at them everytime I pass them. Don't ask, I just have a weird fasination with vending machine. Talk about crazy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- People there, be it lecturers or admin staff, seem to thrieve in freezer-cold office. Seriously. I see them in the office, sitting behind their desk, with a short-sleeved shirt, not bother by the cold, while I on the other hand was freezing to death. My lecture rooms are cold too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I love MDIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that pretty much summarise what I wanted to say. I was just IM Bestie, when our conservation was cut short as her brother needed to use the computer. She said she wanted to &lt;em&gt;lepak&lt;/em&gt;. I was wondering, what exactly do people do when they &lt;em&gt;lepak&lt;/em&gt;? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Far Apart, Fad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/U&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're fading away,&lt;br /&gt;away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to forget,&lt;br /&gt;I'll try not to forget.&lt;br /&gt;Times we've shared,&lt;br /&gt;are precious to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if we have to,&lt;br /&gt;then apart we go.&lt;br /&gt;But remember this,&lt;br /&gt;I'll always love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zilla Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-8652000396438693398?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8652000396438693398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=8652000396438693398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/8652000396438693398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/8652000396438693398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-first-week-of-school.html' title='My first week of school'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-8842230074725405636</id><published>2007-03-29T18:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T19:00:06.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old friends, New friends :)</title><content type='html'>I just came back from Admiralty to give &lt;strong&gt;Dotsy&lt;/strong&gt; the Princess Hour dvd. Been a very long time since I saw her, &amp; she looks as CUTE as EVER! She's so adorable the way she talk &amp; all. Hmm...I would say Dotsy's like a &lt;strong&gt;kitten&lt;/strong&gt;. I like kittens. They're cute &amp; playful! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to meet Bestie, Gerl, Saf &amp; Kade. With school &amp; all. Since we're on this topic, I might as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Bestie&lt;/strong&gt;. Full of angst &amp; sacrasm. Yet, she's sweet &amp; caring. She's like a &lt;strong&gt;bantal busuk&lt;/strong&gt;. Though a bantal busuk is torn, tattered &amp; ugly(I'm not saying you are.), you're comfortable having it with you.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Gerl&lt;/strong&gt;. Very unpredictable. She's constantly changing like a the &lt;strong&gt;weather&lt;/strong&gt;. Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes its raining, sometimes winter.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Saf&lt;/strong&gt;. She's friendly &amp; open. Constantly moving around making new friends &amp; She's confident of herself. She's like a &lt;strong&gt;happy, bouncing ball&lt;/strong&gt;. Happily bouncing around.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Kade&lt;/strong&gt;. She's like a &lt;strong&gt;rainbow&lt;/strong&gt; as she never fails to light up the atmosphere when you're with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking on the topic of friends, I made some new friends too at MDIS.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Manpreet&lt;/strong&gt;. A punjab from Calcutta. She speaks hindi &amp; punjabi.She's 20 this year.(YEAH!Bollywood rocks)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Hoa&lt;/strong&gt;. A Vietnamese girl. She's very friendly. She'll be 17 this year.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Su&lt;/strong&gt;. She's from Mynmmar. She's 21 this year. She's quiet but very friendly.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Sabrina&lt;/strong&gt;. She's an ex-Jurong Secondary. She's of the same age as me.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Angeline&lt;/strong&gt;. Originally from a JC(can't remember which one). She's the Angelina Jolie of our class(She doesn't look like Angelina, it's just that their name is almost the same).&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Grace&lt;/strong&gt;. A 19-yr-old JC dropout. She's okay, like a big-sister kind.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Honey&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, her namee really is Honey. Very unique name. She's from Kerala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done. Before I go, I just want to say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never trust you blood kins. You'll never know when they backstab you. DAMN YOU MOTHER-F**KERS!! ROT IN HELL!! ALLAH IS WATCHING! YOU'LL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID!! A MOTHER'S CURSE CAN NEVER BE REVERSED!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-8842230074725405636?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8842230074725405636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=8842230074725405636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/8842230074725405636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/8842230074725405636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/old-friends-new-friends_29.html' title='Old friends, New friends :)'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-7990504673108733039</id><published>2007-03-26T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T19:48:48.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>Today's my first day of school. My day didn't start off well. &lt;strong&gt;Firsly&lt;/strong&gt;, my &lt;strong&gt;dumb cat pee-ed on my b&lt;/strong&gt;ag &amp; I have to &lt;strong&gt;change bags &lt;/strong&gt;not to mention &lt;strong&gt;mopping the damn, wet floor&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Secondly&lt;/strong&gt;, my &lt;strong&gt;bus&lt;/strong&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;20 minutes late &lt;/strong&gt;&amp; there was a &lt;strong&gt;massive traffic jam from Kranji &lt;/strong&gt;all the way &lt;strong&gt;to Queenstown&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Thirdly&lt;/strong&gt;, I was &lt;strong&gt;1 hour late &lt;/strong&gt;for &lt;strong&gt;class&lt;/strong&gt;. Luckily my lecturer was kind enough to not reprimand me in front of the whole class. She told me that since it was the first day of school, she let me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first lesson was over, everything went smoothly. I went to Queenstown FairPrice during my 2 hour lunch break. Then I came back to school perspiring from head to toe. Why? Well because:- &lt;strong&gt;1)I perspire very easily. 2)I was wearing a long, sleeved blouse. 3)The weather was hot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the second lesson starts. I sat with Manpreet, a girl from India who spoke Hindi!. I'm so obess with Bollywood, that I get excited everytime I hear a Hindi word being spoken. Talking about India, 'bout 1/4 of my classmates are from overseas. Some from China,there's a group of Indonesian-Chines,an Indonesian girl &amp; a Japanese guy - or was he Korean? Whatever. I was kinda proud that I have Indonesian classmates, being Indonesian myself. I think the Indonesian girl's from Bandung. Most Bandung native are fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classes were okay. I study 2 subjects per day. It's not as stressful as secondary school, where you cramp 5 or 6 subjects a day. Suprisingly, I seem to understand what the lecturers were teaching. &lt;em&gt;Allhamdulilah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp; there's one more thing I noticed today. There's this Malay guy who kept looking at me. I felt weird. He had that I've-seen-you-from-somewhere kinda look. Maybe I'm just paranoid. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired. Later. Loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-7990504673108733039?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7990504673108733039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=7990504673108733039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/7990504673108733039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/7990504673108733039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-6796620432853568037</id><published>2007-03-25T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:51:52.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakura</title><content type='html'>I headed to Sakura's with Bibik Nah, Nayi &amp; Bibik Dah's family. Bibik Nah's treat for passing my O's &amp; Bibik Dah's treat for Fazanah's birthday. Some shots from today. Warning! The following photos may cause severe saliva secretion. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaXbIGUajI/AAAAAAAAA6I/WU5buzJEBtw/s1600-h/IMG006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaXbIGUajI/AAAAAAAAA6I/WU5buzJEBtw/s320/IMG006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045886924801468978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Chicken nuggets, Siew Mais, Sweet &amp; Sour Prawn, some round,ball-like food &amp; Unagi(That's Japanese for eel.)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaXbIGUakI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/_450860tYvo/s1600-h/IMG007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaXbIGUakI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/_450860tYvo/s320/IMG007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045886924801468994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Sushis, salted soy sauce &amp; wasabi. Tried 'em &amp; I hate 'em. Especially the wasabi. The taste just goes up your nose! Yucks!&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaXU4GUaiI/AAAAAAAAA6A/lWGZhqziVTw/s1600-h/IMG008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaXU4GUaiI/AAAAAAAAA6A/lWGZhqziVTw/s320/IMG008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045886817427286562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Cream Mushroom Soup.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaXJoGUadI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/cwUyLl3whAY/s1600-h/IMG001-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaXJoGUadI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/cwUyLl3whAY/s320/IMG001-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045886624153758162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Homemade bun &amp; pizzas.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaXJoGUaeI/AAAAAAAAA5g/28ZSmvrOui8/s1600-h/IMG009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaXJoGUaeI/AAAAAAAAA5g/28ZSmvrOui8/s320/IMG009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045886624153758178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;The Chicken that was suppose to got with the bun.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaXJoGUafI/AAAAAAAAA5o/99MSRvDuvLs/s1600-h/IMG011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaXJoGUafI/AAAAAAAAA5o/99MSRvDuvLs/s320/IMG011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045886624153758194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Vanilla ice-cream &amp; Bandung freeze.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaXJ4GUagI/AAAAAAAAA5w/VCrnNPZlZZQ/s1600-h/IMG010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaXJ4GUagI/AAAAAAAAA5w/VCrnNPZlZZQ/s320/IMG010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045886628448725506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;More pizza. Nobody can resist pizza.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaXJ4GUahI/AAAAAAAAA54/P21LLkeVkbE/s1600-h/IMG015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaXJ4GUahI/AAAAAAAAA54/P21LLkeVkbE/s320/IMG015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045886628448725522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Watermelon &amp; Pineapple.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaWEIGUaYI/AAAAAAAAA4w/FXjJtKEj0WA/s1600-h/IMG014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaWEIGUaYI/AAAAAAAAA4w/FXjJtKEj0WA/s320/IMG014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045885430152849794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Blackpepper beef hotplate. My all-time-Sakura favourite! :)&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaWEYGUaZI/AAAAAAAAA44/Kcrd4fMJDo4/s1600-h/IMG013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaWEYGUaZI/AAAAAAAAA44/Kcrd4fMJDo4/s320/IMG013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045885434447817106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Cappacino.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaWEYGUaaI/AAAAAAAAA5A/yOp5yOpBzcc/s1600-h/IMG018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaWEYGUaaI/AAAAAAAAA5A/yOp5yOpBzcc/s320/IMG018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045885434447817122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Shark's fin soup. My first try &amp; it taste awesome!&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaWEoGUabI/AAAAAAAAA5I/O6og0g_5ahk/s1600-h/IMG012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaWEoGUabI/AAAAAAAAA5I/O6og0g_5ahk/s320/IMG012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045885438742784434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;The ever so cute Fazanah&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaWEoGUacI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/uCdekXLJols/s1600-h/IMG017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaWEoGUacI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/uCdekXLJols/s320/IMG017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045885438742784450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;Diyanah,Fazanah,Irfan,Zilla&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the mood to post about more happenings. Too many things to settle now. Dear God, I hope everything will blow over soon. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-6796620432853568037?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6796620432853568037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=6796620432853568037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6796620432853568037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6796620432853568037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/sakura.html' title='Sakura'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RgaXbIGUajI/AAAAAAAAA6I/WU5buzJEBtw/s72-c/IMG006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-6843359605866190876</id><published>2007-03-24T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T23:50:26.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ditched math class</title><content type='html'>Guess what? I skipped my pre-tutorial class. I don't know why I did it, but I felt it was the right thing to do.  My heart says so. Mama send me to school. I waited 'till the car was out of sight, then, my mission to ditch math class starts. I was so nervous. I keep looking around just in case Mama sees me. I headed to Queenstown library &amp; borrowed books on Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, that's about it. I can't spend to much time on the computer. School's in 2 days time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-6843359605866190876?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6843359605866190876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=6843359605866190876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6843359605866190876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6843359605866190876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-ditched-math-class.html' title='I ditched math class'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-3829488488216871206</id><published>2007-03-23T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T21:43:38.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable, but true.</title><content type='html'>I'm not a fan of love. You know, the girl-boy-kinda-love. But I have to post this. I'm in love. Yes, unbelievable but true. I'm in love! With whom, I'm not sure, but what I'm sure is I &lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt; in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds like it came from a love novel or a Bollywood movie. But, I'm certain of it. My heart says so. It has never lied to me before. I keep thinking about &lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt;, I dream about &lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; I know &lt;strong&gt;HE&lt;/strong&gt; exist. But I don't know who he is. Everytime I think about &lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt;, my heart flutters &amp; I'll smile to myself. Thinking about &lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt; comforts me. &lt;strong&gt;HE&lt;/strong&gt; makes me feel secure &amp; safe. Whoever &lt;strong&gt;HE &lt;/strong&gt;is, I hope I find &lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; no, it's not Orlando Bloom. I'll be estatic if &lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;E is, but no. My poor baby! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aisa Pehli Baar Hua Hai-Har Dil Jo Pyar Karega&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;Parts of Chorus&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisa Pehli Baar Hua Hai sathra athra salo mai,&lt;br /&gt;koiiiiiii,koi ayee jayee mere kyalon mai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;English translation&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time it has happen to me in 17 or 18 years&lt;br /&gt;There's someone I keep thinking about all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song from a Bollywood movie &amp; it's english translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-3829488488216871206?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3829488488216871206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=3829488488216871206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/3829488488216871206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/3829488488216871206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/unbelievable-but-true.html' title='Unbelievable, but true.'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-5698791127498435172</id><published>2007-03-23T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:30:40.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phatom is here.</title><content type='html'>The Phatom of the Opera. One of the best classical story ever written. The play starts today. I so wanna watch it, but I ain't got enough cash. I watch the movie though, last Saturday on Ch5. Wonderful! I love the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the book once &amp; I liked it ever since. It's written by a French dude, Gaston Leroux. The novel was translated to english &amp; became a major hit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know more about &lt;strong&gt;The Phatom of the Opera&lt;/strong&gt;, visit this website:&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Phantom_of_the_Opera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man! School's starting on Monday! I'm so nervous, anxious, worried, etc. There's a couple of things I want to share after 2 pre-tutorials &amp; 1 orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Most of my classmates are working adults - I'm taking a degree programme, so that explains it.&lt;br /&gt;2.If you're late for class &amp; you come strollin in, the lecturer doesn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;3.You can eat or bring food in class provided you don't chew so loudly.&lt;br /&gt;4.You can talk while the lecturer is teaching.&lt;br /&gt;5.You can leave the class without permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite shocked when I first entered my pre-tutorial class. I was so used to being disciplined in secondary school - you know, having to ask for permission for everything. It's really an eye opening experience. Oh, &amp; the lecturer there treats you like an adult - well,that's because most of their pupils ARE adults. I'm still trying to adapt to it. Feels kinda weird. I'm so used to being nagged by the teacher for homework &amp; stuff. Here, they just don't bother. I told my mom about this &amp; she says that's how the adult world works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-5698791127498435172?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5698791127498435172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=5698791127498435172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/5698791127498435172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/5698791127498435172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/phatom-is-here_23.html' title='The Phatom is here.'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-1362040197696842608</id><published>2007-03-23T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:29:24.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phatom is here.</title><content type='html'>The Phatom of the Opera. One of the best classical story ever written. The play starts today. I so wanna watch it, but I ain't got enough cash. I watch the movie though, last Saturday on Ch5. Wonderful! I love the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the book once &amp; I liked it ever since. It's written by a French dude, Gaston Leroux. The novel was translated to english &amp; became a major hit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know more about &lt;strong&gt;The Phatom of the Opera&lt;/strong&gt;, visit this website:&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Phantom_of_the_Opera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man! School's starting on Monday! I'm so nervous, anxious, worried, etc. There's a couple of things I want to share after 2 pre-tutorials &amp; 1 orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Most of my classmates are working adults - I'm taking a degree programme, so that explains it.&lt;br /&gt;2.If you're late for class &amp; you come strollin in, the lecturer doesn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;3.You can eat or bring food in class provided you don't chew so loudly.&lt;br /&gt;4.You can talk while the lecturer is teaching.&lt;br /&gt;5.You can leave the class without permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite shocked when I first entered my pre-tutorial class. I was so used to being disciplined in secondary school - you know, having to ask for permission for everything. It's really an eye opening experience. Oh, &amp; the lecturer there treats you like an adult - well,that's because most of their pupils ARE adults. I'm still trying to adapt to it. Feels kinda weird. I'm so used to being nagged by the teacher for homework &amp; stuff. Here, they just don't bother. I told my mom about this &amp; she says that's how the adult world works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-1362040197696842608?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1362040197696842608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=1362040197696842608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/1362040197696842608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/1362040197696842608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/phatom-is-here.html' title='The Phatom is here.'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-3276160306375399025</id><published>2007-03-15T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T18:33:04.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School &amp; Sacrifices</title><content type='html'>How time fly fast. I was blissfully enjoying my very long holiday, &amp; the next thing I know, school's starting in a 10 days time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering MDIS means alot to me. My parents made alot of sacrifice &amp; went through alot of obstacles to get me in. This is a motivation for me to work &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; hard to get a place in a University. I can't let my parents down. Their my life, my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drats! Guess what? I have to attend pre-school. I flunked my Math for 'O's, so I have to attend Math tutorials to improve it &lt;strong&gt;&amp;&lt;/strong&gt; it's at &lt;strong&gt;7! 7!&lt;/strong&gt; Mind you!! I can't watch my chinese drama!! Ah, well, this is one form of sacrifice I have to take to succeed. Know something? Going to school wearing home clothes isn't as cool as you think. You have to decided what to wear everyday &amp; believe me, it ain't easy. I, for one, have to go through the  dilemma of chosing which top match with which bottoms &amp; whether my shoes match with my outfit - not that I have much pairs. I don't worry about make-up &amp; accessories 'coz I'm not much into that. I kinda miss wearing a uniform, 'coz you don't have to choose what you have to wear everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-3276160306375399025?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3276160306375399025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=3276160306375399025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/3276160306375399025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/3276160306375399025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/school-sacrifices.html' title='School &amp; Sacrifices'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-7933442429345439344</id><published>2007-03-12T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T22:45:42.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My BFFs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g297/zillacancer/IMG001.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestie &amp; Gerl. Known them for 4 years. They're the longest BFF I've had &amp; I love them to death. I hope we could continue our beautiful friendship in times to come. Loves, Zila Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my BFFs today to celebrate Bestie's B'day. We're suppose to meet a Mcd's Admiralty Place at 2.30, but rescheduled 'coz Bestie gets off work at 4. Anyway, I had a rude shock when Gerl phoned me at 9 a.m., telling me she's outside my door. Apparently, someone woke up late &amp; was suppose to attend a 9 o'clock math tutorial. Since, she didn't know the exact venue for the tutorials, she decided to ditch the whole thing altogether. I was very upset with her, turning up like that. She should have text or called me, but knowing her, she probably forgot. I cooled down &amp; let her in my messy house - unfortunately, my siblings &amp; I haven't done our morning chores before Gerl arrive. We chilled until 1 - well, she chilled, I was doing chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to her house. Borrowed her bags, ate her aunt's delicious cooking &amp; left for Mcd's at Woodland Mart. Bestie met us there &amp; we ate Mcd meals. At one point, I suddenly burst out laughing! It was uncontrollable! Bestie was bemused &amp; Gerl kept saying funny things that made me laugh even harder! Seeing me laugh uncontrollably, she joined in too. Adek met us there - she wanted to find a job, so I recommended Bestie's workplace. We left Mcd's a headed to KFC 'coz Bestie forgot to give her tender letter. After the unsuccessful attempt to give her tender letter, we headed to Bestie's to take a group photo. Adek keenly took our photo - intially, I wanted to take a couple of shots, but since Bestie hated being photographed, I stuck to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Gerl left, the three of us headed to the library. I wanted to borrow a couple of books, but since my taiwanese drama was starting soon, I only took 1. After I hurriedly left home to catch my beloved serial, Bestie, Adek &amp; her friends hung out awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;. After all this while, we still had our sense of humour. Bestie &amp; Gerl made sarcastic remarks &amp; I'll be the confused one, laughing only after the funny moment has passed. I love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-7933442429345439344?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7933442429345439344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=7933442429345439344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/7933442429345439344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/7933442429345439344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-bff.html' title='My BFFs'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-6029219347565331012</id><published>2007-03-12T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T01:30:25.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy B'dae Bestie!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Savvy 17!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bestie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-6029219347565331012?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6029219347565331012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=6029219347565331012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6029219347565331012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6029219347565331012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-bdae.html' title=''/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-4199353865249569425</id><published>2007-03-07T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T21:38:54.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some really talented ladies!</title><content type='html'>Two words: &lt;strong&gt;Agnes Monica&lt;/strong&gt;. What can I say about that girl? She multi-talented. Watch the videos &amp; you'll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/daebbi6cib4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Ch1xpZaotM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two videos are scence taken from a taiwanese drama '&lt;strong&gt;The&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hospital&lt;/strong&gt;'. Agnes really speaks mandrin! Oh, &amp;amp; get this, she's the only Indonesian star who has a role in a chinese drama. Cool, right? '&lt;strong&gt;The Hospital&lt;/strong&gt;' is also shown on Ch U every Saturday at 7p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I3U_E6woaxc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video shows her singing an english song, '&lt;strong&gt;That's what friends are&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;for&lt;/strong&gt;'. Listen to her voice. Gosh! It's soulful! If I was &lt;strong&gt;Simon Fuller&lt;/strong&gt;, she'd be in Hollywood right now recording a second platinum album. Damn. She really &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; go to Hollywood. She's got the potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rtigVclIccw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another video of her singing. Agnes's singing a chinese song this time. She's excellent, although Jerry sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna know more about Agnes, visit these websites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.agnezone.com"&gt;www.agnezone.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Agnes_Monica"&gt;http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Agnes_Monica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another artist I respect. Though there's alot of controversies surrounding her, one cannot deny the fact that &lt;strong&gt;Siti Nurhaliza&lt;/strong&gt; is talented. Watch the videos &amp; you'll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3KTnzdzAd8E" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti singing a mandrin song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vCeaW4fu1EU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti singing an english song, '&lt;strong&gt;I surrender&lt;/strong&gt;'. Her english may not be good, but the performance was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what language she sang in, her voice is still melodious. That's a true singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I stumbled upon a video of Agnes &amp;amp; Siti in a duet singing Britney Spears's '&lt;strong&gt;Overprotected&lt;/strong&gt;'. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3KTnzdzAd8E" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-4199353865249569425?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4199353865249569425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=4199353865249569425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/4199353865249569425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/4199353865249569425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/some-really-talented-ladies.html' title='Some really talented ladies!'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-5368866120497331139</id><published>2007-03-06T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T18:50:18.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hah! Thank God for MDIS!</title><content type='html'>Just received the JAE posting result &amp; I didn't make it to any poly. Heck, what do I care, I've got MDIS. I didn't think I could make it to poly anyway...so kiss my arse! Oh, by the way, congrats to Dotz &amp;amp; Shak! Wow! Same course &amp; poly! How super is that? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Wong Heck Sing passed away on Sunday &amp; a wake was held today. My parents, Aki &amp; Boboi attended it - my brother has no business whatsoever being at the wake. He's so &lt;em&gt;kaypoh&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Wong was Aki's employer. Aki worked for him since before my dad was born. He &amp; Dr Wong shared a good boss-worker relationship. Dr Wong even attended my parents' wedding! His son, Professor John Wong is the director of The Cancer Institute. Dr Wong &amp;amp; Prof Wong help to treat my late Atuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wake was held at their family home. Even the President attended it! Though I don't know Dr Wong personally, I'm thankful to him. He has done so much for Aki &amp; us. My deepest sympathy &amp;amp; condolences to his family. (Aki was featured in the family obituary for the late Dr Wong. &lt;em&gt;"...his devoted driver Haji Ahmad Jaffar..&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt;". &lt;/em&gt;It's on today's Straits Times.) God Bless Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;I change my layout because him sick &amp;amp; tired of finding skins that are suitable for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-5368866120497331139?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5368866120497331139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=5368866120497331139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/5368866120497331139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/5368866120497331139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/hah-thank-god-for-mdis.html' title='Hah! 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I don't have to wear uniform, which is weird because I've been doing that for 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama called Mdm Irda 'bout the money issue &amp; the bloody ADSS is to be blamed. From what I gather, Mdm Irda didn't know our Edusave was de-activated on 4 Nov &amp;amp; she submitted the documents on 14 Nov. Nobody informed her about the de-activation until later. The stupid clerks must have 'forgotten'. Sheesh! What kind of people are they hiring? They're lucky Mama didn't press charges! Stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Bestie. I wish I could help her. We're both hardly reachable. She reallie needs time off. I'll have a little chat with her this weekend. If she's free that is. God, bless her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-6772166364594252901?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6772166364594252901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=6772166364594252901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6772166364594252901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6772166364594252901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/adss-sucks.html' title='ADSS sucks!'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-2376998318482901345</id><published>2007-02-22T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T01:10:07.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Allah!</title><content type='html'>Adek &amp; I have been &lt;strong&gt;religiously&lt;/strong&gt; watching a Taiwanese drama on ChU. It has a good plot, great acting &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;super-hot-drop-dead-gorgeous-cute&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;actors&lt;/strong&gt;. Adek, a thank you would be nice. If it weren't for the t.v show, the magazine &amp; &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;, you wouldn't know such things exist. Here's a peek on my favourite Taiwanese hunks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Taiwan's hot hunks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rd2yaz9tKGI/AAAAAAAAAu4/O7B-dFU4sR4/s1600-h/Wu+Zun+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034376132165445730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rd2yaz9tKGI/AAAAAAAAAu4/O7B-dFU4sR4/s320/Wu+Zun+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Wu Zun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : Has the 'silent look'. Quite intimidating but I like him all the same! Although, he kinda look like Michelle Saram in this picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rd2x2z9tKBI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/cPrk36aGbQQ/s1600-h/Jiro+Wang.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034375513690155026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rd2x2z9tKBI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/cPrk36aGbQQ/s320/Jiro+Wang.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jiro Wang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Has a 'bad boy' look that will make you go gaga! &lt;em&gt;Melting...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034375522280089650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rd2x3T9tKDI/AAAAAAAAAug/-4X9QVqvUqM/s320/Calvin+Chen.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Calvin Chen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Has the 'smart' look. And he is. He has a Master in Economics &amp; he studied in Canada! Wow! He has the looks &amp;amp; brains! I like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034375517985122338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rd2x3D9tKCI/AAAAAAAAAuY/dD7VbkVcl9k/s320/Aaron+Yan.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aaron Yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : The youngest amongst the four -In case you haven't notice, the previous pictures are of the same background. These boys are from a boyband called Fahrenheit- he's so cute with his 'little boy' look! Yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034385061402454146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rd26ij9tKII/AAAAAAAAAvk/ag1RNjN4bkU/s320/Ruan+Jing+Tian.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ethan Ruan Jing Tian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : He's the chinese version of Orlie - In my opinion, of course - &lt;em&gt;Melt,melt,melt&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034375522280089666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rd2x3T9tKEI/AAAAAAAAAuo/jPwL7GZMZtw/s320/JJ.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;JJ Lin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : MY HOMEBOY!!! JJ!! LOVES!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rd2x3j9tKFI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Ft9696h42kk/s1600-h/Leon+Jay+Williams.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034375526575056978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rd2x3j9tKFI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Ft9696h42kk/s320/Leon+Jay+Williams.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Leon Jay William&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : A Singaporean with English, German, Japanese &amp; Chinese parentage. Handsome, suave &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp; charming; every girls dream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034376136460413042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rd2ybD9tKHI/AAAAAAAAAvA/lwprzD7F-44/s320/Orlando.bmp" border="0" /&gt; However, amidst all the cute, hot hunks, my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Orlie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;still is &lt;strong&gt;No. 1&lt;/strong&gt;. I love you! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;hugs&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;kisses&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've got another exciting news to share. I got a position in MDIS, studying Biomedical Science! Whopee! Allhamdullilah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-2376998318482901345?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2376998318482901345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=2376998318482901345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/2376998318482901345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/2376998318482901345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/thank-you-allah.html' title='Thank You Allah!'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rd2yaz9tKGI/AAAAAAAAAu4/O7B-dFU4sR4/s72-c/Wu+Zun+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-2761056081860487347</id><published>2007-02-21T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T01:10:37.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's most magnificent creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever seen the moon? Who hasn't. But,what I mean is, sitting down by your window &amp; admiring &amp;amp; appreciating the beautiful moon. No? Well, you should. It's God's most marvellous creation. To see the luminous light of the moon against the dark, velvet sky, is just...amazing/breathtaking/magnificent sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, just looking at the night sky is already a treat itself. Sometimes, I'll poke my head out of my window, feeling the cool wind against my face while gazing up at the sky. I love myself more everytime I do that. It's an out-of-this-world feeling. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sleepover - 17/2/07&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Actually, I've been meaning to post the pics, but I was too lazy. Hehe!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rdxhej9tJ-I/AAAAAAAAAsw/Esxxm-pF-r0/s1600-h/IMG015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034005661171394530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rdxhej9tJ-I/AAAAAAAAAsw/Esxxm-pF-r0/s320/IMG015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zilla &amp; Gerl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rdxhej9tJ_I/AAAAAAAAAs4/cWLYQ6fWQ_8/s1600-h/IMG008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034005661171394546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rdxhej9tJ_I/AAAAAAAAAs4/cWLYQ6fWQ_8/s320/IMG008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rdxhej9tKAI/AAAAAAAAAtA/5p8iNcldAGA/s1600-h/IMG019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034005661171394562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rdxhej9tKAI/AAAAAAAAAtA/5p8iNcldAGA/s320/IMG019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RdxhHj9tJ5I/AAAAAAAAAsI/gndEYfnTf6g/s1600-h/IMG035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034005266034403218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RdxhHj9tJ5I/AAAAAAAAAsI/gndEYfnTf6g/s320/IMG035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bestie. She came at 6 a.m because she totally forgot about the sleepover. I don't blame you, love. I'm getting forgetful me-self. &lt;em&gt;Dah tuer katerkan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RdxhHj9tJ6I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/GFSlVPomPTw/s1600-h/IMG043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034005266034403234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RdxhHj9tJ6I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/GFSlVPomPTw/s320/IMG043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a few chit-chat session with Bestie &amp; Gerl, my stomach started grumbling. I couldn't take it, so I cook me-self eggs &amp;amp; ate it with bread, chilli sauce &amp; mayonnaise. Bestie &amp;amp; Gerl were suprised at my sudden hungry urge. Well, I have a weird habit. The first thing I do when I wake up, is to head to the kitchen to find breakfast. If Mama hadn't cook yet, I'll grab a biscuit or make me-self some toast. My stoamach does all the thinking. In fact, ALL my siblings have this habit. That's why food supply in my house finish up very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RdxhHz9tJ7I/AAAAAAAAAsY/b6lts1k1aUI/s1600-h/IMG044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034005270329370546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RdxhHz9tJ7I/AAAAAAAAAsY/b6lts1k1aUI/s320/IMG044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mayonnaise! Yum! One of my favourite dressing! I could eat it straight from the jar. But I didn't, so no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RdxhHz9tJ8I/AAAAAAAAAsg/7Aah1NiO-1I/s1600-h/IMG050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034005270329370562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RdxhHz9tJ8I/AAAAAAAAAsg/7Aah1NiO-1I/s320/IMG050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, gorging on my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034005270329370578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RdxhHz9tJ9I/AAAAAAAAAso/pwn9E1ayjDY/s320/IMG046.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rdxgjj9tJ0I/AAAAAAAAArg/lc_V37S_rWE/s1600-h/IMG052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034004647559112514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rdxgjj9tJ0I/AAAAAAAAArg/lc_V37S_rWE/s320/IMG052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last minute gift wrapping &amp; card drawing. Both of us were too busy. Yah, I know, we're bad friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rdxgjz9tJ1I/AAAAAAAAAro/miIKKVWaRG0/s1600-h/IMG057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034004651854079826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rdxgjz9tJ1I/AAAAAAAAAro/miIKKVWaRG0/s320/IMG057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chichi's fat butt. Guinea pigs ain't got any butt, but it looks like one to me! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RdxgkD9tJ2I/AAAAAAAAArw/7R1Pjc4l7qE/s1600-h/IMG060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034004656149047138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RdxgkD9tJ2I/AAAAAAAAArw/7R1Pjc4l7qE/s320/IMG060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chichi, Gerl's guinea pig. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RdxgkD9tJ3I/AAAAAAAAAr4/UHTVlOfBPzw/s1600-h/IMG066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034004656149047154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RdxgkD9tJ3I/AAAAAAAAAr4/UHTVlOfBPzw/s320/IMG066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being 'such a good friend', I volunteered to iron Gerl's dress as while as Bestie's uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RdxgkD9tJ4I/AAAAAAAAAsA/3NM96SUNYB0/s1600-h/IMG068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034004656149047170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RdxgkD9tJ4I/AAAAAAAAAsA/3NM96SUNYB0/s320/IMG068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rahayu baked this cake. She bought the mixture from 7-11. A last minute thing as Gerl forgot that it was CNY &amp; shops were closed. I didn't get to savour it though. I had to go home because Bestie was going to work, &amp;amp; I had to take the 'Princess Hours' dvd from her as Meera was asking for it. Oh well, at least I had fun at the sleepover!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loves!&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/36735278-2761056081860487347?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2761056081860487347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=2761056081860487347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/2761056081860487347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/2761056081860487347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/gods-most-magnificent-creation.html' title='God&apos;s most magnificent creation'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rdxhej9tJ-I/AAAAAAAAAsw/Esxxm-pF-r0/s72-c/IMG015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-7426197809662445658</id><published>2007-02-20T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T23:01:35.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy B'day to my beloved sister, Meera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-7426197809662445658?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7426197809662445658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=7426197809662445658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/7426197809662445658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/7426197809662445658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-bday.html' title='Happy B&apos;day!'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-6968290522846149763</id><published>2007-02-18T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T23:45:26.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY &amp; B'day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Lunar New Year!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy B'day, to my dearest Gerl!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loves!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-6968290522846149763?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6968290522846149763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=6968290522846149763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6968290522846149763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6968290522846149763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-bday.html' title='CNY &amp; B&apos;day'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-4942454300110941747</id><published>2007-02-17T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T01:11:32.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's your conscience?</title><content type='html'>I'm refering to The Newpaper's main article: &lt;strong&gt;Dumped by my son, the doctor&lt;/strong&gt;. My &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blood boiled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when I read that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article's about a 66-yr-old widow, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abandoned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by her son, the doctor. She had to work 24/7, just so she could get money to send her son to university. Her son's now a general practioner, earning $200,000 annually. Upon receiving the ownership of his parents masionatte, he &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;threw his mother out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, not caring whether she'll survive alone. The widow is currently living with her colleague. She's receiving $1,600 from her son monthly after mediation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angers&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me to see such things happening in our community. I thought such incidents only occur in dramas. I've one word to say: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disgusting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! How could anyone in the right mind do that? Have this people got no conscience? This is your&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; parents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we're talking about! The very people &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who bore you &amp; raise you all your life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! If they're unreasonable people, who abandoned they children since birth, then its understandable. But no! She scarificed her time to find jobs to support get you to where you are now! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sickening ingrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! She could choose &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to take care of you &amp;amp; leave you at the orphange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even had the nerve to call his mother &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'old woman'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I just had to vent my frustration. I cannot believe people like him exist! Never mind, I believe in karma. He did this to his mom, he'll get the same treatment from his child. Then, will he taste the bitterness of being kicked out by your own kin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-4942454300110941747?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4942454300110941747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=4942454300110941747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/4942454300110941747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/4942454300110941747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/wheres-your-conscience.html' title='Where&apos;s your conscience?'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-6850998528392614926</id><published>2007-02-16T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T01:13:28.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new...</title><content type='html'>Besides having an entertaining factor, listening to the radio could be very informative. I learnt a couple of hip-hop/rap/rnb lingos. If someone comes to you &amp;amp; says "Would you be my &lt;strong&gt;shorty&lt;/strong&gt;?", he means "Would you be my &lt;strong&gt;girl&lt;/strong&gt;?" And if a guy calls you a beautiful &lt;strong&gt;mama&lt;/strong&gt;, he doesn't literally mean your married with kids. He means your one hot &lt;strong&gt;chick/girl&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda cool to learn new stuff - although it's already an existing phrase/word in the American Black community. Hmmm, lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-6850998528392614926?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6850998528392614926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=6850998528392614926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6850998528392614926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6850998528392614926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/something-new.html' title='Something new...'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-2227473456611574221</id><published>2007-02-15T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T01:12:58.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology too fast?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I came across an article in today's Newpaper, about an old photo shop closing down due to bad business. Technology is the main killer. People don't go there anymore because they can print their photo at the comfort of their own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda sad. I love taking pictures using old cameras. Looking through the hole, aiming at the object &amp; capturing it when you're satisfied. But now, partically everyone has a digicam. Not only that, everywhere I go, people have cell phones at hand or MP3 plugged into their ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology has evolved too fast, that we forget to stop &amp;amp; take a break. To appreciate nature or life. To take things slowly. I just hope people aren't too depended on technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sigh&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching 2 chinese drama with the &lt;strong&gt;CUTEST&lt;/strong&gt; hunks I've ever set my eyes on! (Besides &lt;strong&gt;Orlando Bloom&lt;/strong&gt;, that is.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RdRy4QGFOgI/AAAAAAAAAps/Zn8xdKxkrxw/s1600-h/HEA.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031772994398403074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RdRy4QGFOgI/AAAAAAAAAps/Zn8xdKxkrxw/s320/HEA.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Elvin Ng&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Zhang Yaodong&lt;/strong&gt;. Elvin's got a school boy look, while Yaodong has a more mature, big brother look.&lt;em&gt; Siiiggghh&lt;/em&gt;! So &lt;strong&gt;CUTE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RdRy4gGFOhI/AAAAAAAAAp0/AiIdjcfpxy4/s1600-h/JJ.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031772998693370386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RdRy4gGFOhI/AAAAAAAAAp0/AiIdjcfpxy4/s320/JJ.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My homeboy! &lt;strong&gt;JJ Lin&lt;/strong&gt;! He has a small part in the 7 p.m ChU drama.&lt;em&gt; Sigh&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Drool&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RdRy4wGFOiI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ViJN3dvPnww/s1600-h/Wu+Zun.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031773002988337698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RdRy4wGFOiI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ViJN3dvPnww/s320/Wu+Zun.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Wu Zun&lt;/strong&gt; from taiwanese band Fahrenheit. He is sooo &lt;strong&gt;CUTE&lt;/strong&gt;! When I saw him, I pratically drooled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cute right? &lt;em&gt;Sigh. Drool. Melt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Orlie&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;STILL&lt;/strong&gt; my No. 1 &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sayang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Love you, dear. Kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-2227473456611574221?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2227473456611574221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=2227473456611574221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/2227473456611574221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/2227473456611574221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/technology-too-fast.html' title='Technology too fast?'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RdRy4QGFOgI/AAAAAAAAAps/Zn8xdKxkrxw/s72-c/HEA.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-7910043806792341249</id><published>2007-02-14T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T22:41:13.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V'Day</title><content type='html'>Seeing those flood victims in Jakarta makes me feel guilty. Here I am, leading a shelter life, while the people there have to struggle everday just to make ends meet. Being an Indonesian doesn't make me feel any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very lucky. I've a house, family &amp; friends, food, clothing, etc. I'm thankful to Allah. He had given me such luxuries. I'm very grateful to have all these. I do hope that the lives of the flood victims be restored back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of 14 Feb, I wanna wish the whole world a Happy Valentine's Day! Loves,hugs &amp; kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zilla Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-7910043806792341249?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7910043806792341249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=7910043806792341249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/7910043806792341249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/7910043806792341249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/vday.html' title='V&apos;Day'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-3619664009808722108</id><published>2007-02-13T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T22:27:05.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Registration</title><content type='html'>I went to MDIS with Mama today to get myself registered. If God Willing, I'll get in. Bestie haven't update her blog for ages. Probably busy. Or maybe her computer's sick. Oh well. Not much to say. Returning to work tomorrow. Bored. Loves. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-3619664009808722108?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3619664009808722108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=3619664009808722108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/3619664009808722108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/3619664009808722108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/registration.html' title='Registration'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-5555704674823989918</id><published>2007-02-11T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T10:01:38.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>Went to Ramen at Far East yesterday. Papa's treat for my 'O's. Very nice. But I'm not going there again. There were throngs of people at Orchard, &amp; I can't stand crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a dilemma. I'm not eligible for the course that I want. Mama's thinking of applying for private institution. MDIS or PSB Academy. I'm worried about the fees. Mama assured me that we could cope. I don't want to burden my parents with debts. If I could gain an entry in either one of the institution, I'll study my ass of &amp;amp; make sure I'll a degree. I don't want to let my parents down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-5555704674823989918?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5555704674823989918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=5555704674823989918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/5555704674823989918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/5555704674823989918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-3051730823582040996</id><published>2007-02-09T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T22:44:19.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You...</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulilah.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Allah, my parents, my friends &amp; &lt;strong&gt;especially&lt;/strong&gt; my teachers. Your help, support, encouragement was what lead me to this. You never gave up. Thank You &amp;amp; God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides my result, I received a cash voucher from CDC &amp; CCC. A Good Progress award. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think I'm the only one in my class who got it, cause I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;didn't see anybody else's name&lt;/span&gt;. Hrmp, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deciding could be a chore. The moment he reach home, Papa ask me how I did. Mama was sniggering, &amp;amp; gave me the I-told-you-so look. Then he talked about signing me up for Banking &amp;amp; Finance course - he even highlighted it in the Newpaper - or sending me to JC. Mama opposed. They debated about the course choices. I daren't participate in JAE yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Parents can be very amusing sometimes. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-3051730823582040996?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3051730823582040996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=3051730823582040996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/3051730823582040996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/3051730823582040996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/thank-you.html' title='Thank You...'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-9059556245780936649</id><published>2007-02-06T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:50:36.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How stupid could I be?</title><content type='html'>Got back from Gerl's house. Manage to catch the new 9 p.m drama. OMG! &lt;strong&gt;Elvin Ng&lt;/strong&gt; is just sooooo &lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt;!! I was pratically drooling in front of the telly.&lt;em&gt; Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something really stupid happen to me yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I was walking to the MRT station to work - Mama's car is still being repaired - when this African man came up to me. Thinking he wanted to ask directions, I stopped. But instead, he started asking me about my name, age, race, number. Guess what I did? I &lt;strong&gt;STUPIDLY&lt;/strong&gt;, I repeat &lt;strong&gt;STUPIDLY&lt;/strong&gt; answer this questions. Then, as I continued my walk, I suddenly remember this newpaper aritcle about a teenage girl sleeping with various football player - he told me he's a Woodland Wellington player. I suddenly felt dirty &amp; scared. I deleted his number that he gave &amp;amp; walk away quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did when I reach the office, was opening the Yellow Pages &amp; find places that teach martial arts. Yep, I was THAT scared. I told my mom about the whole incident &amp;amp; she scolded me for being naive. I deserved it. That man sms-ed me yesterday evening, but I deleted it. Urgh! I can't believe what I did. I feel so dirty. I'm still want to sign up for martial arts. I just found something about myself, that &lt;strong&gt;I can't lie to safe&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my soul&lt;/strong&gt;. Pathetic. Oh, please feel free to criticise me. I deserve it. And be honest about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, happy stuff now. Nowadays, I feel like dress-up &amp; wear make-up. I actually like being a girly-girl - though not too girly. I don't wear powder or foundation. I just put on mascara, kohl &amp;amp; lip gloss. I took some photos on Saturday, but please pardon my unprofessional poses &amp; camera skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RciUMBIL0aI/AAAAAAAAAow/IVS3MDWN2vM/s1600-h/IMG064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028431918141264290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RciUMBIL0aI/AAAAAAAAAow/IVS3MDWN2vM/s320/IMG064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RciUMRIL0bI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Rq90U-UyAmI/s1600-h/IMG067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028431922436231602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RciUMRIL0bI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Rq90U-UyAmI/s320/IMG067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I look kinda cute it these shots. Hee! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028432738480017858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RciU7xIL0cI/AAAAAAAAApA/AIKly1oeGls/s320/IMG071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028432742774985170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RciU8BIL0dI/AAAAAAAAApI/_sA_CXMjepk/s320/IMG070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028432742774985186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RciU8BIL0eI/AAAAAAAAApQ/iShZbpdhRZw/s320/IMG075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-9059556245780936649?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9059556245780936649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=9059556245780936649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/9059556245780936649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/9059556245780936649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-stupid-could-i-be.html' title='How stupid could I be?'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RciUMBIL0aI/AAAAAAAAAow/IVS3MDWN2vM/s72-c/IMG064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-8948783617514000014</id><published>2007-02-04T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T19:24:34.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery</title><content type='html'>Everything went wrong today. I didn't even meet Gerl. The mood at home was tense. I couldn't leave just like that. Thankfully, she understand. Say she'll call me at night. I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestie's holding a mini-party &amp; I couldn't make it. Sorry 'bout that Dal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sooner, the better. I don't want them to live in misery. Stupid family court. Take damn long to finish the proceeding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-8948783617514000014?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8948783617514000014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=8948783617514000014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/8948783617514000014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/8948783617514000014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/misery.html' title='Misery'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-971121711675908319</id><published>2007-02-04T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T08:46:42.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new begining</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when things get out of hand, you'll do your best to fix it. But, when it gets beyond repair, you'll just have to except it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, I never thought it would come to this. Nobody in the right mind would want something like this to happen. But, unfortunately, it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason. Allah must have a reason for this incident. I've graciously accepted my fate, my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all that has happened, I realized that I've grown up. I'm no longer that selfish, temperamental child. Now, I take things as they come &amp; go. I'm more calmer &amp;amp; wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves him. I was doubtful about that, but now I'm not. She puts on a brave front, pretending not to care &amp; always trying to smile. But, inside. Inside, she's just like a baby. Vulnerable. I saw her crying once, and it breaks my heart. I had to bite my lips to stop myself from crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's still a part of my life &amp; I love him just as much. But, I'm sadden by his actions. I'm unsure if he ever loved her. I just hope that after all of this is over, he would not forget us. Not forget her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to start a new life. It's painful to let go but I must.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-971121711675908319?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/971121711675908319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=971121711675908319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/971121711675908319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/971121711675908319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-begining.html' title='A new begining'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-4290929949883717239</id><published>2007-02-03T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T11:24:48.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cat is a sex maniac</title><content type='html'>I just &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; Saturday! All my favourite telly programmes are on &amp; I have no work the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the title?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, its true. No, I'm not kidding. See, I have 4 cats; Jonjon, Jojo, J.J &amp; Jackjack. All are males. Jonjon's already an adult &amp;amp; being an adult, he has this &lt;strong&gt;STRONG&lt;/strong&gt; urge to mate. Since he can't go down to find a female, he attacks his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, right? Well, I was walking out of my kitchen when I saw J.J. I was about to pick him up but Jonjon went towards him. Thinking that he wanted to play, I ignore them. But, suddenly, Jonjon bit the back of J.J's neck &amp; held him down. Then he started arching his back &amp;amp; kicking J.J's butt. He thens climb over J.J &amp; start to arch his back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stupidly starting at them, wandering what they were doing. Mama came out &amp;amp; saw what her beloved grandson was doing. She started shouting &amp; scolding him. She scooped him up &amp;amp; place him in the study. I ask Mama what they were doing. She told me that Jonjon was &lt;strong&gt;TRYING&lt;/strong&gt; to mate J.J. "Eeeiiiwww!" came my response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama's decide to sterilize Jonjon. His urges are getting out of hand. I'm living with a sex maniac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-4290929949883717239?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4290929949883717239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=4290929949883717239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/4290929949883717239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/4290929949883717239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-cat-is-sex-maniac.html' title='My cat is a sex maniac'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-6684139080745111742</id><published>2007-02-01T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T22:34:36.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MRT hoggers</title><content type='html'>Refree's unfair! He shouldn't have given S'pore that penalty kick! Poor Thais. I'm pretty sure S'pore player will get one hell of a game at Thailand on Sunday. Adek says the Thais will perform some voodoo so they could win. I hope it's a tie, &amp; that the refree is not &lt;em&gt;kayu&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to work on MRT! Hate it! Mama's been sending me to work everyday 'coz her workplace near mine. But today was exceptional. Her car's in service. Drats! Mama says I have to take the train again tomorrow. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my &lt;strong&gt;reasons&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;hating MRT&lt;/strong&gt;. Some &lt;strong&gt;passengers&lt;/strong&gt; are so &lt;strong&gt;incosiderate&lt;/strong&gt;. The train was slowing down &amp; it came to a stop at Woodlands Platform. While waiting for the doors to open, I saw this lady, with drawn eyebrows &amp;amp; ugly plaform shoes, &lt;strong&gt;standing&lt;/strong&gt; so damn &lt;strong&gt;close &lt;/strong&gt;to the freaking &lt;strong&gt;door&lt;/strong&gt;! When it finally opened, that lady was standing &lt;strong&gt;in front&lt;/strong&gt; of the door &lt;strong&gt;refusing to budge&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; we had to go all the way around her just to get out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the bloody &lt;strong&gt;yellow lines&lt;/strong&gt; for? Sheesh! &lt;strong&gt;Basic curtesy&lt;/strong&gt;, people! One of the reasons why I wanna migrate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-6684139080745111742?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6684139080745111742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=6684139080745111742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6684139080745111742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/6684139080745111742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/mrt-hoggers.html' title='MRT hoggers'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-4099752368218801259</id><published>2007-01-31T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:48:13.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fucking Bitch"...</title><content type='html'>S'pore is facing Thailand today. Papa &amp; Boboy are in the living room, watching the match with volume turned high. Adek's gone to National Stadium to watch it live. She got a free ticket from her friend. Lucky her. My workplace is near the staduim, but I'm stuck watching the match at home. No worries. At least I could watch the players up-close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the reading &lt;strong&gt;She Flew the Coop&lt;/strong&gt;, now, I'm reading &lt;strong&gt;Little White Lies&lt;/strong&gt;. Can't say much, I've not finish the first chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa's bring home his notebook on a weekday. Don't ask, I don't know why. But, atleast I'm not deprieved from the world wide web. &lt;em&gt;Smiles&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I found out that M'sian singer Siti Sarah is engaged to a muslim New Zelander! Gosh! I'm so happy for her! Mama approve of her engagement. &lt;em&gt;"Atleast she's not like that conniving bitch, Siti.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Homewreaker!"&lt;/em&gt; . She said that &amp; I quote. My mom sure can swear. Once, this motorist grab her parking spot, she drove off, cursing him a "Fucking Bitch!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later. Loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-4099752368218801259?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4099752368218801259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=4099752368218801259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/4099752368218801259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/4099752368218801259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/fucking-bitch.html' title='&quot;Fucking Bitch&quot;...'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-70510754367883009</id><published>2007-01-29T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:17:08.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A digustingly good read...</title><content type='html'>I'm currently reading a book titled, '&lt;strong&gt;She Flew the Coop: A novel concerning Life, Death, Sex &amp; Recipes in Limoges, Louisiana&lt;/strong&gt;'. The description the author wrote is so vivid, I could imagine myself being there while a scene is taking place. You don't want me to divulge to the sex part. It could make any man reading this book sexually aroused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, however digusting this book is, it is really an enticing read. The story weeves aroud the lives of the people in the make-believe town of Limoges. The plot is filled with deceit, betrayal, love, passion, emotions &amp; a whole bunch of idiots. Oh, the book is setted in 1950s, during Cold War.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I'm not an unvirtuous bitch with lewd thoughts. I don't enjoy reading the sex paragraphs! Thank You for not misjudging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-70510754367883009?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/70510754367883009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=70510754367883009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/70510754367883009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/70510754367883009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/digustingly-good-read.html' title='A digustingly good read...'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-8895166233710822126</id><published>2007-01-28T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T00:49:03.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zilla's Top 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zilla's Top 20 Female Celebrities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby_1cEpRMI/AAAAAAAAAlo/g3L0ntjb6L0/s1600-h/Priyanka.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025102209028277442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby_1cEpRMI/AAAAAAAAAlo/g3L0ntjb6L0/s200/Priyanka.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. Priyanka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Chopra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She's pretty, smart, talented &amp; is a Miss World. She's much more better than Aishwarya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby_1cEpRNI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VxATMgkLH5k/s1600-h/Hilary.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025102209028277458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby_1cEpRNI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VxATMgkLH5k/s200/Hilary.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2.Hilary Duff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She's my Idol since forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby_1cEpROI/AAAAAAAAAl4/d4e5z8hBAKI/s1600-h/Rani.bmp"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025102209028277474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby_1cEpROI/AAAAAAAAAl4/d4e5z8hBAKI/s200/Rani.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Rani Mukherjee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She's damn talented! Go watch '&lt;strong&gt;Black&lt;/strong&gt;' &amp; you'll know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby_1sEpRPI/AAAAAAAAAmA/gQMZy7vFrxI/s1600-h/Kajol.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025102213323244786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby_1sEpRPI/AAAAAAAAAmA/gQMZy7vFrxI/s200/Kajol.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4. Kajol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mama &amp; I love her because she's so versatile! And she's looking more radiant that ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby_1sEpRQI/AAAAAAAAAmI/FQUXiz9q120/s1600-h/Gwen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025102213323244802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby_1sEpRQI/AAAAAAAAAmI/FQUXiz9q120/s200/Gwen.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5. Gwen Stefani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She's outrageously creative &amp; has a wicked sense of style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby-5MEpRHI/AAAAAAAAAlA/tBt-7vnr_eg/s1600-h/Jojo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025101173941159026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby-5MEpRHI/AAAAAAAAAlA/tBt-7vnr_eg/s200/Jojo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.'Jojo' Joanna Levesque&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She has a big voice &amp; in my opinion, much better than other older singer. And her acting wasn't bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby-5MEpRII/AAAAAAAAAlI/mua0Xy5n360/s1600-h/Keira.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025101173941159042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby-5MEpRII/AAAAAAAAAlI/mua0Xy5n360/s200/Keira.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;7. Keira Knightley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I just love her naturally pouted lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby-5cEpRJI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/vYDJQBTNP9s/s1600-h/Bipasha.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025101178236126354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby-5cEpRJI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/vYDJQBTNP9s/s200/Bipasha.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;8. Bipasha Basu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I love her I-don't-care-attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby-5cEpRKI/AAAAAAAAAlY/PdJYuf1qWGg/s1600-h/Preity.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025101178236126370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby-5cEpRKI/AAAAAAAAAlY/PdJYuf1qWGg/s200/Preity.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;9. Preity Zinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She has a dimple (like me), she can act &amp; has a millionaire for a boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby-5cEpRLI/AAAAAAAAAlg/PNPWdrzwLrM/s1600-h/Aishwarya.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025101178236126386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby-5cEpRLI/AAAAAAAAAlg/PNPWdrzwLrM/s200/Aishwarya.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Aishwarya Rai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm not fond of her, but I can't deny that she's beautiful. And she's engaged to Abhishek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby9ccEpRCI/AAAAAAAAAkY/bSItySpjH38/s1600-h/Ashley.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025099580508292130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby9ccEpRCI/AAAAAAAAAkY/bSItySpjH38/s200/Ashley.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Ashley Tisdale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She's Sharpay from '&lt;strong&gt;High School&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Musical&lt;/strong&gt;'. I like her because I dislike Vanessa Hudgens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby9ccEpRDI/AAAAAAAAAkg/CZdZVGizbsY/s1600-h/Anne.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025099580508292146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby9ccEpRDI/AAAAAAAAAkg/CZdZVGizbsY/s200/Anne.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.Anne Hathaway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She's so pretty &amp; sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby9ccEpREI/AAAAAAAAAko/D-Z_5hDO_F4/s1600-h/Jessica.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025099580508292162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby9ccEpREI/AAAAAAAAAko/D-Z_5hDO_F4/s200/Jessica.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;13.Jessica Alba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She's damn hot &amp; has a nice bod!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby9csEpRFI/AAAAAAAAAkw/OKVZPbmilds/s1600-h/Erra.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025099584803259474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby9csEpRFI/AAAAAAAAAkw/OKVZPbmilds/s200/Erra.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;14.Erra Fazira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She's my favourite malay actress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby9csEpRGI/AAAAAAAAAk4/neoc01zfVqc/s1600-h/Agnes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025099584803259490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby9csEpRGI/AAAAAAAAAk4/neoc01zfVqc/s200/Agnes.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;15.Agnes Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mama adores her! I think she's cool. She has a new drama called '&lt;strong&gt;Kahwin Muda&lt;/strong&gt;' at &lt;strong&gt;SCTV&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby7p8EpQ9I/AAAAAAAAAjw/b85lez16oVo/s1600-h/Sara.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025097613413270482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby7p8EpQ9I/AAAAAAAAAjw/b85lez16oVo/s200/Sara.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;16. Sara Paxton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She's from Aquamarine. I like 'coz she's cute. She's the splitting image of a Bollywood star, &lt;strong&gt;Dia Mirza&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby7p8EpQ-I/AAAAAAAAAj4/0XOhJHIN7I8/s1600-h/Felicia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025097613413270498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby7p8EpQ-I/AAAAAAAAAj4/0XOhJHIN7I8/s200/Felicia.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;17.Felicia Chuin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She's sweet! Watch her Ch8 drama &lt;strong&gt;'Let it Shine'&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby7qMEpQ_I/AAAAAAAAAkA/fXmFJRrqAPI/s1600-h/Jeanette.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025097617708237810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby7qMEpQ_I/AAAAAAAAAkA/fXmFJRrqAPI/s200/Jeanette.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;18.Jeanette Aw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; her 'coz she's a goody-two-shoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby7qMEpRAI/AAAAAAAAAkI/OCt7V-04w5g/s1600-h/Michelle.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025097617708237826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby7qMEpRAI/AAAAAAAAAkI/OCt7V-04w5g/s200/Michelle.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.Michelle Yeoh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She's the most successful SEA artiste &amp; has the title of a '&lt;strong&gt;Datuk&lt;/strong&gt;'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby7qcEpRBI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/lwYSShhjpUU/s1600-h/Gong.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025097622003205138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby7qcEpRBI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/lwYSShhjpUU/s200/Gong.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;20.Gong Li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She's way better than Zhang Ziyi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zilla's Top 20 Male Celebrities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby6KMEpQ4I/AAAAAAAAAjI/bIo4E9opWX8/s1600-h/Orlando.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025095968440796034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby6KMEpQ4I/AAAAAAAAAjI/bIo4E9opWX8/s200/Orlando.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. Orlando Bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My fiance! I'm in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby6KMEpQ5I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/9UxYvRlwnbs/s1600-h/Salman.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025095968440796050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby6KMEpQ5I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/9UxYvRlwnbs/s200/Salman.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2.Salman Khan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He's 41 but is still handsome. &lt;em&gt;Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby6KcEpQ6I/AAAAAAAAAjY/CUJb8PZyYeo/s1600-h/Abhishek.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025095972735763362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby6KcEpQ6I/AAAAAAAAAjY/CUJb8PZyYeo/s200/Abhishek.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3.Abhishek Bachchan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He's talented &amp; charismatic. Plus, he's engaged to a Beauty Queen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby6KcEpQ7I/AAAAAAAAAjg/L_WWxhl-d74/s1600-h/Johnny.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025095972735763378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby6KcEpQ7I/AAAAAAAAAjg/L_WWxhl-d74/s200/Johnny.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He's witty &amp; weird. Love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby6KsEpQ8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/z4m1j1NUxAI/s1600-h/Amitabh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025095977030730690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby6KsEpQ8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/z4m1j1NUxAI/s200/Amitabh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5.Amitabh Bachchan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Besides Rani, he's one of the most versatile stars around. Go watch '&lt;strong&gt;Black&lt;/strong&gt;'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby4vMEpQzI/AAAAAAAAAig/X45aB2S23To/s1600-h/Lucas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025094405072700210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby4vMEpQzI/AAAAAAAAAig/X45aB2S23To/s200/Lucas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;6.Lucas Grabeel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ryan from '&lt;strong&gt;High School Musical&lt;/strong&gt;'. I like him 'coz I dislike Zac Efron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby4vcEpQ0I/AAAAAAAAAio/afFCnsa5Enc/s1600-h/JJ.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025094409367667522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby4vcEpQ0I/AAAAAAAAAio/afFCnsa5Enc/s200/JJ.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;7. JJ Lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My homeboy! He can sing,dance, speaks damn good english &amp; he's cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby4vcEpQ1I/AAAAAAAAAiw/x36jk52VPsw/s1600-h/Saif.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025094409367667538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby4vcEpQ1I/AAAAAAAAAiw/x36jk52VPsw/s200/Saif.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.Saif Ali Khan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;An Oxford Graduate &amp; an amazing actor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby4vsEpQ2I/AAAAAAAAAi4/Mit5hJTae1s/s1600-h/John.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025094413662634850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby4vsEpQ2I/AAAAAAAAAi4/Mit5hJTae1s/s200/John.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;9.John Abraham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Love the abs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby4vsEpQ3I/AAAAAAAAAjA/4BEQZnHhW88/s1600-h/Tobey.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025094413662634866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby4vsEpQ3I/AAAAAAAAAjA/4BEQZnHhW88/s200/Tobey.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;10.Tobey Maguire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He looks hot in the Spidey suit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby2z8EpQuI/AAAAAAAAAh4/JHUWTa7YYhc/s1600-h/Ashton.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025092287653823202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby2z8EpQuI/AAAAAAAAAh4/JHUWTa7YYhc/s200/Ashton.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;11.Ashton Kutcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Clever, talented, creative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby20MEpQvI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Gyy4I5BhHEU/s1600-h/Uday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025092291948790514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby20MEpQvI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Gyy4I5BhHEU/s200/Uday.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;12.Uday Chopra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think his kinda cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby20MEpQwI/AAAAAAAAAiI/rrsazKpntm0/s1600-h/Elvin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025092291948790530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby20MEpQwI/AAAAAAAAAiI/rrsazKpntm0/s200/Elvin.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;13.Elvin Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He has those dorky kinda look. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;. Melting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby20MEpQxI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/eV-ATIA-VtA/s1600-h/Arjun.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025092291948790546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby20MEpQxI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/eV-ATIA-VtA/s200/Arjun.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;14.Arjun Rampal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He's married &amp; good-looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby20cEpQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/YnZ9o3GSsXY/s1600-h/Andy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025092296243757858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby20cEpQyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/YnZ9o3GSsXY/s200/Andy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;15.Andy Lau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He's a 40-plus, chraming gentleman, that make women go weak in their knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby1xMEpQpI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Oy6LF90siBE/s1600-h/Saiful.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025091140897555090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby1xMEpQpI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Oy6LF90siBE/s200/Saiful.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;16.Saiful Apek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Malaysian's funny guy. He reminds me of Falah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby1xMEpQqI/AAAAAAAAAhY/wCzr1JbuWnE/s1600-h/Hrithik.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025091140897555106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby1xMEpQqI/AAAAAAAAAhY/wCzr1JbuWnE/s200/Hrithik.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;17.Hrithik Roshan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He can dance. I mean REALLY dance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby1xMEpQrI/AAAAAAAAAhg/7X0-s7ZTXWY/s1600-h/Adam.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025091140897555122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby1xMEpQrI/AAAAAAAAAhg/7X0-s7ZTXWY/s200/Adam.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;18.Adam Chen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby1xcEpQsI/AAAAAAAAAho/3gHTn9E33j0/s1600-h/Taufik.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025091145192522434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby1xcEpQsI/AAAAAAAAAho/3gHTn9E33j0/s200/Taufik.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;19.Taufik Batisah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've got to admit, he's kinda cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby1xcEpQtI/AAAAAAAAAhw/PBu3kuKrAHo/s1600-h/Julian.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025091145192522450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby1xcEpQtI/AAAAAAAAAhw/PBu3kuKrAHo/s200/Julian.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;20.Julian Hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like him too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is my special post. Neat, huh? I thought of it whilst listening to 98.7 S'pore Top 20 Songs. Later. Loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-8895166233710822126?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8895166233710822126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=8895166233710822126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/8895166233710822126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/8895166233710822126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/zillas-top-20.html' title='Zilla&apos;s Top 20'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/Rby_1cEpRMI/AAAAAAAAAlo/g3L0ntjb6L0/s72-c/Priyanka.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-4762114761778504474</id><published>2007-01-27T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T23:17:17.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Lions!!!</title><content type='html'>Omigosh! That was one hell of a game! S'pore won! When the last player from M'sia walked towards the ball for a penalty kick, my heart was thumping. When he kicked the ball, I thought it was going to be a draw...but at the last minute Lionel manage to save S'pore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My siblings &amp;amp; I screamed in excitement upon witnessing the last goal! Neighbours from the other end of the floor could probably hear our shrill voices! Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-4762114761778504474?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4762114761778504474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=4762114761778504474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/4762114761778504474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/4762114761778504474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/go-lions.html' title='Go Lions!!!'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-2193998408743801382</id><published>2007-01-27T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T17:31:29.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffd391;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Deadly Sins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffce93"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sloth&lt;/strong&gt;: 80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc995"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greed&lt;/strong&gt;: 60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc498"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lust&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbf9a"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Envy&lt;/strong&gt;: 20%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb99c"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gluttony&lt;/strong&gt;: 20%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb49e"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride&lt;/strong&gt;: 20%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffafa1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrath&lt;/strong&gt;: 20%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffaaa3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chance You'll Go to Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: 37%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa5a5"&gt;You will die with your hand down your underwear, watching Star Trek.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsinfulareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sinful Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Smokin' Hot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouhotquiz/hot.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a terrible flirt, a sharp dresser, and a party animal.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you're totally sizzling too. And for you, being hot just comes naturally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouhotquiz/"&gt;Are You Hot?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm hot? Hah, get real!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#fff774;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your IQ Is 110&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffcca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/quickanddirtyiqtest/iq.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Logical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Below Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Verbal Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Genius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mathematical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Above Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your General Knowledge is &lt;b&gt;Genius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/quickanddirtyiqtest/"&gt;A Quick and Dirty IQ Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Variable Love Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Propensity for Monogamy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your propensity for monogamy is medium.&lt;br /&gt;In general, you prefer to have only one love interest.&lt;br /&gt;But it's hard for you to stay devoted for too long!&lt;br /&gt;There's too much eye candy to keep you from wandering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience Level:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your experience level is medium.&lt;br /&gt;You probably have had a couple significant loves.&lt;br /&gt;And you may have even had your heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;But you haven't really dated a wide variety of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominance is low.&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean you're a doormat, just balanced.&lt;br /&gt;You know a relationship is not about getting your way.&lt;br /&gt;And you love to give your sweetie a lot of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynicism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cynicism is high.&lt;br /&gt;Sure you believe in love, but you know it doesn't come easily.&lt;br /&gt;You scoff at "love at first site" and "soumates."&lt;br /&gt;You rather take the real thing, as unglamorous as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your independence is high.&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to be in love, and sometimes you don't even want love.&lt;br /&gt;Having your own life is very important for you...&lt;br /&gt;Even more important than having a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/"&gt;The Five Variable Love Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How true...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 20% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are good. So good, that you make evil people squirm.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, you may need to turn to the dark side to get what you want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Woman!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouagirlorawomanquiz/woman.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you've made it to adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;You're emotionally mature, responsible, and unlikely to act out.&lt;br /&gt;You accept that life is hard - and do your best to keep things upbeat.&lt;br /&gt;This makes you the perfect girlfriend... or even wife!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouagirlorawomanquiz/"&gt;Are You A Girl Or a Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huh?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Little Snobby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouasnobquiz/snob-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being a little snobby every once and a while is totally allowed.&lt;br /&gt;Because if no one was ever snobby, no one would ever try to dress up or look pretty.&lt;br /&gt;And while you do enjoy the finest things in life (that you can afford), you tire of superficiality.&lt;br /&gt;You know there's more to life than what's just on the surface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouasnobquiz/"&gt;Are You a Snob?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Sneakers!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofshoeareyouquiz/sneakers.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an active girl, who's all about function&lt;br /&gt;You dress for the occasion - comfort comes first&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect guy? Someone who can keep up with you.&lt;br /&gt;You'll find him - but you might have to slow down to see him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofshoeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Shoe Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Celebrity Sisters Are Mary-Kate and Ashley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/celebsistersquiz/olsen-twins.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funky, eccentric, and offbeat&lt;br /&gt;You're not a good girl or a bad girl, just a weird girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/celebsistersquiz/"&gt;Who Are Your Celebrity Sisters?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love them! They're so cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Brainy Girl!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/brainy-girl.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're an official student or a casual learner, you enjoy hitting the books.&lt;br /&gt;You know a little bit about everything, and you're always dying to know more.&lt;br /&gt;For a guy to win your heart, he's got to share some of your intellectual interests.&lt;br /&gt;A awesome book collection of his own doesn't hurt either!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Catwoman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsuperheroineareyouquiz/catwoman.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life's a bitch. Now so am I."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsuperheroineareyouquiz/"&gt;What Superheroine Are You?&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/36735278-2193998408743801382?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2193998408743801382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=2193998408743801382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/2193998408743801382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/2193998408743801382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/something-about-me_27.html' title='Something about me...'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-4783729307641410955</id><published>2007-01-27T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T09:35:14.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never-ending housework...</title><content type='html'>It's Saturday, yet I still have to work. There's a pile of chores I need to do. I don't know where to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,but,but, my favourite Kids Central programmes' on today! Hee! &lt;strong&gt;There's Powerpuff Girls, Jimmy Neutron, Bring Your Toothbrush, Expedition&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh, not forgeting my hindi movies. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't the special post. I'll post it this evening. Later. Loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-4783729307641410955?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4783729307641410955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=4783729307641410955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/4783729307641410955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/4783729307641410955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/never-ending-housework.html' title='Never-ending housework...'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-1295253935292785280</id><published>2007-01-26T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T21:02:58.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chores! Ugh!</title><content type='html'>So many chores to do! Clothes been piling up &amp;amp; the house is in a mess. I'm still in my work outfit. I'll make this short. Dark Water's coming on later in the night. Not sure if I'm watching it though. Oh, I've got something special to post tomorrow! It's a suprise! Later. Loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-1295253935292785280?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1295253935292785280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=1295253935292785280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/1295253935292785280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/1295253935292785280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/chores-ugh.html' title='Chores! Ugh!'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-4349933093399574177</id><published>2007-01-26T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T08:35:49.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 35% Normal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/occasionally-normal.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sure do march to your own beat...&lt;br /&gt;But you're so weird, people wonder if it's a beat at all&lt;br /&gt;You think on a totally different wavelength&lt;br /&gt;And it's often a chore to get people to understand you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Normal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DEDEDE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 92% Pure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EFEFEF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howpureareyouquiz/pure-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so innocent, it's almost like you're not human.&lt;br /&gt;Taking this test is probably the naughtiest thing you've done in a while!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howpureareyouquiz/"&gt;How Pure Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not human?? Hah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-4349933093399574177?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4349933093399574177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=4349933093399574177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/4349933093399574177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/4349933093399574177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/something-about-me.html' title='Something about me...'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-5291193332553986260</id><published>2007-01-25T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T20:57:48.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secretly hidding...</title><content type='html'>Hello! It's nice to be part of the world wide web once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every since my dear, sweet computer broke down, I'm entitled to use the Internet on the weekends on Papa's old but still working notebook. This week was an exception. Papa's on a business trip for six days. We all thought he brought along his notebook, like he always does. But, no. He cleverly hid it at home. AT HOME! It was hidden from us for 3 days! Merra discovered it today. Papa placed his notebook on the study chair &amp; tucked the chair neatly under the table. He knew we wouldn't use the table unless there's a computer. How clever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess his purpose for hiding the notebook was to make us fold our clothes, which has been piling up since God knows when. Heck, with or without the notebook, the piles of clothes were &amp; are still untouched. Partly due to laziness, &amp;amp; partly due to fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News flash! I nearly lose my office key! I was scared out of my wits! I was worried that Uncle C would think I'm an incompetent worker &amp; fire me! Guess where I found it? In between the pages of NYP brochure. I know, how stupid was I? Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later. Loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-5291193332553986260?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5291193332553986260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=5291193332553986260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/5291193332553986260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/5291193332553986260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/secretly-hidding.html' title='Secretly hidding...'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-1973248579440810739</id><published>2007-01-21T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T22:28:08.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mere coincidence??</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your True Love Is a Pisces&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/pisces.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you'll love a Pisces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfless and intuitive, you are perfect for a Pisces that lives to love you.&lt;br /&gt;You're sensitive enough to appreciate and explore the deep emotions of a Pisces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a Pisces will love you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're generous and totally giving in relationships, something Pisces demands.&lt;br /&gt;You are also dreamy enough to get lost in fantasy with Pisces, but realistic enough to stay grounded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/"&gt;What Sign Is Your True Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*How true...I do get lost in my fantasy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Dal's my bestie &amp;amp; she's a pisces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-1973248579440810739?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1973248579440810739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=1973248579440810739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/1973248579440810739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/1973248579440810739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/mere-coincidence.html' title='Mere coincidence??'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-1093737388665437660</id><published>2007-01-21T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T07:12:25.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more LJS for me!</title><content type='html'>My dad's taking the notebook back so I'll make this quick. I went to Gerl's house to help her with her Math &amp; Art. I voluteered to help her with her sketches seeing how wonderfully amazing they really are. We then headed to the Librabry for some research. Her step-dad tagged along. He's a nice man. He treat to LJS. Gerl's idea. That's the last time I'm eating there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RbM7PaAOh6I/AAAAAAAAAYA/saIGS6MSwdY/s1600-h/IMG036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022423145312585634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RbM7PaAOh6I/AAAAAAAAAYA/saIGS6MSwdY/s320/IMG036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spent half an hour trying to tie my hair &amp; I look like crap!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My blog will go on hiatus for a week. Loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-1093737388665437660?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1093737388665437660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=1093737388665437660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/1093737388665437660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/1093737388665437660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-more-ljs-for-me.html' title='No more LJS for me!'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_h4yGy3yvuHo/RbM7PaAOh6I/AAAAAAAAAYA/saIGS6MSwdY/s72-c/IMG036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-1961144760338041209</id><published>2007-01-21T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T08:49:36.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>I've been isolating myself from the world. Our problem is the main reason. I can't just sit back &amp; not worry about it or pretend its not there, knowing that it is such a big problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I have neglected my friends due to this &amp; I want to take this opportunity to apologise. I truly am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That problem of ours is constantly on my mind. I can't figure out how my sister do it. She's nonchalant about the whole matter. She even went out with her friends, knowing what a big problem we have on our hands. I'm otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to stay in Singapore. I'll migrate as soon as I have enough money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops! I'm late. Later. Loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-1961144760338041209?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1961144760338041209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=1961144760338041209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/1961144760338041209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/1961144760338041209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-1216191945466302197</id><published>2007-01-20T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T21:01:51.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call me DJ Z!</title><content type='html'>I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to the radio during work over a week. I was exposed to many songs &amp; artistes. I like &lt;strong&gt;Vanessa Hudgens's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;'Come back to me'&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Akon's 'I wanna love you'&lt;/strong&gt;. Having listen to the radio everyday, I could remember most of the words to these songs! I've added &lt;strong&gt;Gwen&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Stefani's 'Wind it up'&lt;/strong&gt; to my blog. I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; her songs! She so talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omigosh! The day to our result is getting closer! A little birdie told me it's on 6 Febuary. Uh..that's too fast. I'm so nervous. I'm still undecided on what course I wanna take. Darn. I'm so lost. Having work in the law firm, I do know a couple of stuff but that doesn't mean I want it. I told Uncle Chandran that I was considering law as my career choice, but he got the wrong idea. He's been giving me cases to study &amp; books to read. I'm not complaining, but I realize I'm not cut out for this. You need 4 &lt;strong&gt;YEARS&lt;/strong&gt; to study law. That's damn long. In that duration, you won't get much chance to fully pratice your skills as a lawyer. He's already thinking of hiring me when I graduate! Urgh! The trouble with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading to my Gerl's house tomorrow. She opted art as one of her O's subject. She couldn't stand DnT. I understand. Poor Gerl. She struggling with art. Been a long time since she actually hold a pencil &amp; draw. She ask for Dal &amp;amp; my help. I don't know if she contacted Dal yet. Hmm..oh well. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-1216191945466302197?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1216191945466302197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=1216191945466302197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/1216191945466302197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/1216191945466302197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-call-me-dj-z.html' title='Just call me DJ Z!'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-4669789568308142726</id><published>2007-01-20T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T15:56:01.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going Indian, baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mujhe patta nahin kyun, lekin main hindi film dekha bauht pasan!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got you confused, didn't I? Haha. I type that in hindi. I don't know if I spelled it correctly. It means: &lt;strong&gt;I don't know why but I like to watch hindi films very much! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so excited when I found out that Aishwarya Rai &amp; Abhishek Bachchan is engaged!!! They're like the best pair ever &amp;amp; both being superstars &amp; all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, Bollywood has been on my mind. I'm in love with it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to business. Yes. I was deprieved from the world wide web. My computer's down, so we have to rely on my dad's notebook. Which he brings home on the weekend &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt;. Which is frustrating.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it. Dal's dad asked her to take up a course on water treatment because of future needs. Guess what. My dad asking me to take up that course to for the same reason!!! Wow!!! What a coincidence!!! I guess great minds think alike. Kidding! :) My mom jokes that our dads convey their thoughts to each other through telepathy. Hehe. How bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm incontactable. I have not top-up my prepaid &amp;amp; my computer's spoilt. So, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, right now I'm totally blank. I'll update later in the evening. I wanna catch my hindi film. Hehe. I have the disc, but still, I can't miss it. Especially since my favourite couple is on! Loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-4669789568308142726?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4669789568308142726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=4669789568308142726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/4669789568308142726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/4669789568308142726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-going-indian-baby.html' title='I&apos;m going Indian, baby!!'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-794808688531165728</id><published>2007-01-16T16:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T16:16:24.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/FyeUOfWkRyo' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/FyeUOfWkRyo'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-794808688531165728?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/794808688531165728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=794808688531165728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/794808688531165728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/794808688531165728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-honey.html' title='My Honey'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-8837465761239674674</id><published>2007-01-14T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T11:29:28.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a bad girl!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I forgot my fiance's birthday! His birthday was yesterday. I simply forgot about it. &lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;. I'm such a bad girl. Yes, people, we're engaged. Honey, here's a video in tribute for my undying love for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FyeUOfWkRyo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FyeUOfWkRyo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;I put up the URL 'coz I don't know how to add a video to a post. It's a picture video from POTC. Saf, your Johnny Depp is in it too.&lt;em&gt; Sigh&lt;/em&gt;. I've been living in a fantasy world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-8837465761239674674?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8837465761239674674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=8837465761239674674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/8837465761239674674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/8837465761239674674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-bad-girl.html' title='I&apos;m a bad girl!'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-4562515669332448164</id><published>2007-01-14T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T10:21:29.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My newest ambition</title><content type='html'>I wanna write a book. Since I don't believe in love, I'll write a book on that. I want to know the reation of the reader when he or she reads it. I have a lot of ideas right now but I don't know how to put it all together. I haven't reached to the level of Oxford English yet. But, I guess I'll just jot down whatever that comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already establish the main characters. Basically, they are people whom I know &amp; are close too. My family is included in it. But I've changed their names. Settings will be in Singapore. It's the only country I'm familiar with. I was thinking of changing my characters' race from Malay/Indonesian to Eurasians. But, I cross out the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my newest ambition. My book won't be coming out anytime soon. Probably in a few years. But it would come out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-4562515669332448164?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4562515669332448164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=4562515669332448164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/4562515669332448164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/4562515669332448164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-newest-ambition.html' title='My newest ambition'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36735278.post-2534810711796033465</id><published>2007-01-13T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T15:59:18.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All alone</title><content type='html'>The weather's windy. Reminds me of Bangkok. But Bangkok didn't rain though. Darn, stupid period. Cramps. And my leg ache too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody went out today &amp; I was all alone. Kinda nice being alone. I can think and breathe easily. Time seemed to pass so slowly. I liked that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my time doing the chores. One because of the stupid cramps &amp; two because my favourite cartoon programmes were on. Hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel less sad &amp;amp; a bit cheerful. Saturday's my favourite day of the week. I watched a Bollywood movie on TV2. That perked up my mood. There's another one on Central. Oops, it's starting. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36735278-2534810711796033465?l=hubristicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2534810711796033465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36735278&amp;postID=2534810711796033465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/2534810711796033465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36735278/posts/default/2534810711796033465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hubristicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-alone.html' title='All alone'/><author><name>Zilla Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13803368418302044912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o178/zillajo/Photo03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
