<?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-47980652754437136</id><updated>2012-01-26T12:18:41.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iRa</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>316</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-9096768332202786529</id><published>2012-01-26T12:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T12:18:41.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; clear: both;" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="margin-right: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8ZTPxzrz1oQ/Tx_OPNwE1gI/AAAAAAAACI8/gF72pxdpfpE/s640/blogger-image-104466011.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8ZTPxzrz1oQ/Tx_OPNwE1gI/AAAAAAAACI8/gF72pxdpfpE/s640/blogger-image-104466011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I may not be the most beautiful girl in everyone's eyes, but thank you Allah for creating me with two hands to hold, two feets to walk, two ears to hear, nose to smell, mouth to taste and eyes to see your beautiful creations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that, makes me a complete person. &lt;3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; clear: both;" class="separator"&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/47980652754437136-9096768332202786529?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/9096768332202786529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=9096768332202786529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/9096768332202786529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/9096768332202786529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-may-not-be-most-beautiful-girl-in.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8ZTPxzrz1oQ/Tx_OPNwE1gI/AAAAAAAACI8/gF72pxdpfpE/s72-c/blogger-image-104466011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-3832519777160769478</id><published>2012-01-23T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T23:41:23.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;It has been days we argued and today, is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts a lot obviously. I don't know what has got into us, but it seems like things are getting from bad to worst. I don't know what is going to happen next. Are things going to be the same, better or worser than it already is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheres the old you I've known all this while, disappeared to? All I see now, is a changed person, not the one I used to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things change, people change. Life is full of changes, be it for the good or bad. All I can do is, learn to adapt and maybe, make a change too.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-3832519777160769478?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/3832519777160769478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=3832519777160769478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/3832519777160769478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/3832519777160769478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-has-been-days-we-argued-and-today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-4180646160359848328</id><published>2012-01-20T09:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T09:52:36.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Currently in class, and I'm updating blog using my phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updating blog in class? Yes. Sounds like I'm not paying attention is class, but not. Teacher's out for a meeting and I've done my assignment so I'm so  free right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class light is dimmed and the music is on. This is what happens when the teacher is not around. :P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5SXXQ0cwGXI/TxjGwG7vWOI/AAAAAAAACH8/zIGNacSHjlY/s640/blogger-image--1067660358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5SXXQ0cwGXI/TxjGwG7vWOI/AAAAAAAACH8/zIGNacSHjlY/s640/blogger-image--1067660358.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-4180646160359848328?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/4180646160359848328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=4180646160359848328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4180646160359848328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4180646160359848328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2012/01/currently-in-class-and-im-updating-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5SXXQ0cwGXI/TxjGwG7vWOI/AAAAAAAACH8/zIGNacSHjlY/s72-c/blogger-image--1067660358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-396372636017695968</id><published>2012-01-16T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T00:55:37.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Di Pinggir Hati (Kisah Di Turki)&lt;br /&gt;Just watched this show on television and I feel that its like those typical love story. Two people love each other, one of their parents disapprove their relationship, theres a third party trying to get in, mums nagging about marriage, mums match making, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always notice that in shows, when their sons or daughters are at an age when they should have been married, parents, especially mothers, will start nagging about it. Like, 'When are you going to get married?' They will ask all those sort of questions. Then if their sons or daughters are already married but have no children, they will nag about wanting a grandchildren. When will the nagging ever stop? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I noticed in the local shows, its always about family-marriage or love issues. As for Indonesian shows, I always notice there will always be the filthy rich family and the poor. For Malaysian shows, theres always about family business issues. I didn't say all shows, but this is what I noticed in most of the shows that I personally came across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to see in shows that someone is there, when one is feeling low. Like when you go into your room and crying, theres someone who comes in to talk to you, give a hug and wipe those tears away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if theres anyone who is so privileged to have such things. As for me, the reality is, I'm like a bestfriend to myself. I wipe my own tears when I cry.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-396372636017695968?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/396372636017695968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=396372636017695968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/396372636017695968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/396372636017695968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2012/01/di-pinggir-hati-kisah-di-turki-just.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-8848736772392754507</id><published>2012-01-13T03:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T03:58:08.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Today is friday! Which indicates that its the last day of school for the week. And it has been a week since school reopens after a good one month of holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I wasn't that eager to start school again. Which student is so eager for school after a month of holiday right? Simply because after a holiday, we students have this habit of being stuck in 'holiday mood'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week of school has been okay so far. There are only minor changes to the timetable and thank God for that. I only have 2-5 hours of school per day and 2 hours of school is simply awesome! Its makes me feel like I go to school for nothing because there are occasions when the teacher is not around and we are told to do assignments. Bad thing is, when you find yourself late for school or feel plain lazy for that day and knowing that you only have 2 hours of school, you may decide to skip. Lol. Thanks for being exempted for 2 modules, I've lesser hours of school and that gives me the benefit that I can give more attention to the other modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School can be annoying at times. Annoying fact number 1, is going for classes. There are times when I thought that I'm late for class and when I reach class, the teacher isn't there yet and my other classmates are waiting outside. Sometimes we can't go in by ourselves because we need a teacher's pass to unlock the door. But if we are lucky, there may be other kind teachers that will help us to acess the classroom or if the door is already opened, we can just go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying fact number 2. Sometimes there may be a very last minute change of classroom, and you may not know about it. There are a number of cases of people or my classmates going into the wrong class and we will be laughing about it and all that but it suck when it happened to your own self! Yes, I went to the wrong class. Opened the door, saw weird faces and I quickly close it back. One word for that... AWKWARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying fact number 3. Some guys just got nothing better to do, and they like to disturb any random people, especially girls. Recently, during S&amp;W lesson, me and my classmate were walking pass this guy who is sitting on the floor. I know that the floor that I'm going to step on is wet and this guy goes 'Ahhhhh!' while pointing at the floor in an attempt to freak us out I suppose. I'm not blind to see that its wet in the first place. Lol. Heard him saying something like 'No reaction' and inside my mind I was like, 'You failed'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying fact number 4. For business courses, we students have to wear this business like uniform along with bows and ties. And as part of the school rules, we have to put them on every single day along with the lanyand on. So, everytime when we are in class, the teachers will always say this phrase, 'Please put on your tie and lanyard'. And those who didn't put them on are supposed to pay a fine of $1 but so far I don't see anybody who actually pays for it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is the 4 common annoying facts about school that I could think of. Currently I have 2 reports to do and hopefully, I can finish up the individual one soon. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-8848736772392754507?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/8848736772392754507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=8848736772392754507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/8848736772392754507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/8848736772392754507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2012/01/today-is-friday-which-indicates-that_13.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-5878109001965957641</id><published>2012-01-11T13:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T01:30:37.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; clear: both;" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="margin-right: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uWEODFz4Hwk/Tw0Y1Qz18NI/AAAAAAAACHs/WN8nHOVeokw/s640/blogger-image--1228545776.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uWEODFz4Hwk/Tw0Y1Qz18NI/AAAAAAAACHs/WN8nHOVeokw/s640/blogger-image--1228545776.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may see me smiling and laughing along with you, but you may never know that deep inside, I'm actually hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have heard stories about my life simply because I've told you, but it may only be the surface of the whole story. This blog is a place that contains a typed summary of my life and my personal views on certain matters. One fun thing about having a blog is when you have this random time where you read back your old posts. Its fun, you know. To read old posts which brings back good or not so good memories. And even if what you typed is not in great details, it sets as a reminder to what happened in your life before.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-5878109001965957641?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/5878109001965957641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=5878109001965957641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5878109001965957641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5878109001965957641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-may-see-me-smiling-and-laughing.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uWEODFz4Hwk/Tw0Y1Qz18NI/AAAAAAAACHs/WN8nHOVeokw/s72-c/blogger-image--1228545776.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-7643460619760791441</id><published>2012-01-09T08:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T20:05:47.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u2SNUVvfEfs/Two0he5IzTI/AAAAAAAACHk/-0-cpVzPFYM/s640/blogger-image--44422323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u2SNUVvfEfs/Two0he5IzTI/AAAAAAAACHk/-0-cpVzPFYM/s640/blogger-image--44422323.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Growing up is a part and parcel of life. As kids or teenagers I'm sure that some or most of us want to grow up fast because of many reasons but to think back, life being young, not yet an adult is way simpler and less complicated as well. And not to mention, lesser responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, all they cry over most of their time is because of their lost toys, when they are hungry and not getting something to eat, hurt from falling at the playgrounds, and all those little things. Teenagers? They worry over school, relationships, friendships, work (as some may have to start earning their own money), family matters. Adults? Career, marriage, financial issues, bills, children, family matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you grow older, more and bigger roles of responsibilities comes in. In conclusion, don't be too looking forward to grow up. Just be happy with what age you are, and live your young moments! And being a grown up dosen't mean there is no fun with all those responsibilities because its all about work-life balance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year marks the year where I will be twenty years old. I remember when I was younger, I can't wait to become eighteen which is so called a 'leagal age' but to think back, twenty one sounds more like a leagal age to me now. And when I say this, it dosen't mean that I'm looking forward to be at that age. I may have to say goodbye to my teenage years soon and say hi to twenties, but its okay. I'll still be young at heart. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids always look forward to their birthdays because its a special day. But as people grow older, birthdays don't seem to be as fun as when they are younger. Reason being? For being older or because for some adults, they are too busy with their careers that they even forget about their own birthdays?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-7643460619760791441?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/7643460619760791441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=7643460619760791441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/7643460619760791441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/7643460619760791441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2012/01/growing-up-is-part-and-parcel-of-life_09.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u2SNUVvfEfs/Two0he5IzTI/AAAAAAAACHk/-0-cpVzPFYM/s72-c/blogger-image--44422323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-7292338422175479241</id><published>2012-01-01T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:21:44.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY, LOVE. &lt;3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-77zOFeCfFBE/TwCIFqyyL6I/AAAAAAAACHM/RYOmKRs3Vps/s640/blogger-image--567772298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-77zOFeCfFBE/TwCIFqyyL6I/AAAAAAAACHM/RYOmKRs3Vps/s640/blogger-image--567772298.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-7292338422175479241?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/7292338422175479241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=7292338422175479241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/7292338422175479241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/7292338422175479241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-one-year-anniversary-love.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-77zOFeCfFBE/TwCIFqyyL6I/AAAAAAAACHM/RYOmKRs3Vps/s72-c/blogger-image--567772298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-8386905500087322333</id><published>2011-12-30T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T01:37:55.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Recently, people have been posting on Facebook regarding the malay show Ombak Rindu. They say its a sad story, they cried watching it and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided to watch it early this morning and my views on it? Yes, its a sad love story. I could feel that my eyes did swell up with a bit of tears but I didn't actually cry? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the story, in my point of view, I've learnt that its not impossible to be patient in any obstacles that one went through in life. The main character in the story is a very patient person and I'm sure there are people like her, but not everybody of course. Respect those people who can be as patient as her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I have learnt is that if you're fated to be with somone, no matter what happens, you will still end up with that someone. If you're not, like in the story, no matter how long the wedding is being planned, if you're not fated to be with that someone you love, theres nothing that can be done to make that person love you back. Love comes naturally, it can't be forced. And love comes when you least expect for it. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hfAyVsCH498/Tv32WwUwd3I/AAAAAAAACG8/rRXegfQYQ_c/s640/blogger-image--858408411.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hfAyVsCH498/Tv32WwUwd3I/AAAAAAAACG8/rRXegfQYQ_c/s640/blogger-image--858408411.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-8386905500087322333?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/8386905500087322333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=8386905500087322333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/8386905500087322333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/8386905500087322333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/12/recently-people-have-been-posting-on.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hfAyVsCH498/Tv32WwUwd3I/AAAAAAAACG8/rRXegfQYQ_c/s72-c/blogger-image--858408411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-253756713073317707</id><published>2011-12-26T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T00:10:44.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;My naphew came over yesterday and I must say that I miss him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing Facebook games with him, teasing him, and listen to him talk. Its cute when kids tell you their story and sometimes when I don't undestand what he has to say I will be like, 'Oh?'. Act as though I understood but what I reply to him has a question mark behind it. Like yaya papaya. Haha. He may be irritating at times but he can still make me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies and I've seen him grow. From a new born baby of a few days old to a kid who is going into primary 1 next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Ira loves you!  :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Djl9DFzUQ44/TvibI771KNI/AAAAAAAACG0/2iYxJGh7rXY/s640/blogger-image--1519866023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Djl9DFzUQ44/TvibI771KNI/AAAAAAAACG0/2iYxJGh7rXY/s640/blogger-image--1519866023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-253756713073317707?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/253756713073317707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=253756713073317707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/253756713073317707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/253756713073317707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-naphew-came-over-yesterday-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Djl9DFzUQ44/TvibI771KNI/AAAAAAAACG0/2iYxJGh7rXY/s72-c/blogger-image--1519866023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-5365672812379258857</id><published>2011-12-24T17:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T00:23:45.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Its the month of december and its the last month of the year before the start of new year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very soon, its going to be our one year anniversary for me and bf. We've been through ups and downs and we managed to be together this far. We may be opposites but we do share one thing in common, that is the love we have for each other. We are just like magnets where two opposite poles attracts. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered what happened exactly last year. That was before we were together. We went to watch the movie Tron Legacy which ended about midnight and the bus we wanted to take has ended its service for the day. But lucky for us, the train is still available and it must be because of Christmas eve. Haha. Memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the memories that I missed the most is the time when bf send me to the airport before my flight to Hong Kong. Again, that was before we were together. It was nice of him to send me to the airport and not to mention it was already late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a school trip to Hong Kong and I have to report at the airport at 3AM if I don't remember wrongly. We met at midnight and went to eat at Changi Village first by car. Remembered giving him two boxes of flavoured popcorns as earlier that day or the day before I did a pushcart sale in school for my project. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, since we got some time before its 3AM, we went to Changi beach and sat down, chatted and see who can make a quick guess what airline passed by everytime we saw a plane. Someone cheated by trying to cover my eyes. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sitting by the beach we headed of to the airport and thats when I left him in Singapore for 4 days. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another memory that I miss is the very first day we met. Went to Orchard Road and lost the way there. I cannot say WE, because I'm not the one driving and go the wrong way. Hahaha. But we still reach our destination though. And when he wanted to send me home that night, it happened again. Lost the way and we can end up to other places before to the final destination. But overall, had a good and memorable time spent with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you will be reading this, it will be like a refresh to those memories we had before. There are new memories to come. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2YsYx5KWdhw/TvWtGJrigcI/AAAAAAAACGs/2mCb1DHCOHs/s640/blogger-image-2146388995.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2YsYx5KWdhw/TvWtGJrigcI/AAAAAAAACGs/2mCb1DHCOHs/s640/blogger-image-2146388995.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-5365672812379258857?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/5365672812379258857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=5365672812379258857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5365672812379258857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5365672812379258857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-month-of-december-and-its-last.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2YsYx5KWdhw/TvWtGJrigcI/AAAAAAAACGs/2mCb1DHCOHs/s72-c/blogger-image-2146388995.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-5630839794619913099</id><published>2011-10-18T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T00:38:27.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I'm crazy over photography apps!&lt;br /&gt;Photo editing is just so fun. ;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-c6O8HqY99kg/TpxZnzw6tcI/AAAAAAAACEc/3s2Xa_316_A/s640/blogger-image--854512230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-c6O8HqY99kg/TpxZnzw6tcI/AAAAAAAACEc/3s2Xa_316_A/s640/blogger-image--854512230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-5630839794619913099?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/5630839794619913099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=5630839794619913099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5630839794619913099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5630839794619913099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-crazy-over-photography-apps-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-c6O8HqY99kg/TpxZnzw6tcI/AAAAAAAACEc/3s2Xa_316_A/s72-c/blogger-image--854512230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-3115189219996053701</id><published>2011-10-13T02:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T03:12:27.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Looks like it has been a while since I last update my blog. Reason for that, I feel that there is nothing that I can post about or simply, there is a little too much that I want to say it out but I can't put it into words. Life is okay at the mean time. It's already my second semester in school and I have another two more before I graduate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last semester's results isn't that good and I take it as a self-motivation to do better and pull my grades up to where it should be. If I can do it last year, why can't I for this year right? Things might be much harder, so I need to work harder too. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad got me a new phone and it's a distraction whenever I want to study at home. -.- But I love my new phone though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't officially use my new number yet and it's going to be the FIRST time ever that I change my handphone number since I got my very very first phone... Which was a few years back. I've been too loyal to the same number and it's time for a change. Hehehe. :P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-3115189219996053701?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/3115189219996053701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=3115189219996053701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/3115189219996053701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/3115189219996053701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/10/looks-like-it-has-been-while-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-4631522825664917043</id><published>2011-09-19T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T23:52:41.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9x9yllPCBHQ/TndlDcchoNI/AAAAAAAACEA/wBVlWbywL_c/s1600/228892_10150282708339592_525554591_7713595_4204165_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 223px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654098967036797138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9x9yllPCBHQ/TndlDcchoNI/AAAAAAAACEA/wBVlWbywL_c/s400/228892_10150282708339592_525554591_7713595_4204165_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Months ago, you sent me to the airport before my flight to Hong Kong but earlier today, it was my turn to send you before you're off to Bali. I'm going to miss you, but its not like you will away for a year right? Have fun and be back in Singapore safely, Boncet. &amp;lt;3&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/47980652754437136-4631522825664917043?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/4631522825664917043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=4631522825664917043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4631522825664917043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4631522825664917043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/09/months-ago-you-sent-me-to-airport_19.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9x9yllPCBHQ/TndlDcchoNI/AAAAAAAACEA/wBVlWbywL_c/s72-c/228892_10150282708339592_525554591_7713595_4204165_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-5360478785260421746</id><published>2011-09-10T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T00:57:20.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate the fact that I'm still feeling angry at the thought of it. Yes, you might say that whatever I'm angry about is because of what I think but its because of the way you say things, makes me boil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made it sound like you have no intention to meet me at all in the first place, you made it sound as if you're meeting me just because I asked, you made it sound as if I'm the only one who wants to meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever this kind of things happen, you never seem to want to make things right again but instead you take it as nothing has ever happened. I think that the other day would be the only time you will say "I will make you smile again". But to think back, you made me smile indirectly. Just because you have something new to show, you can make me smile? Well I'm not facinated by it already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-5360478785260421746?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/5360478785260421746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=5360478785260421746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5360478785260421746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5360478785260421746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-hate-fact-that-im-still-feeling-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-6605245437304758299</id><published>2011-09-02T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T00:20:27.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;SD 2011&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt; Teacher's Day celebration. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sCLl1JJBUX8/Tl-vj5R-vjI/AAAAAAAACDo/LmmD2jnfYFg/s1600/296269_2109909991206_1349297227_32246531_7300637_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 239px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647425488952409650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sCLl1JJBUX8/Tl-vj5R-vjI/AAAAAAAACDo/LmmD2jnfYFg/s320/296269_2109909991206_1349297227_32246531_7300637_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-25zh-ZBiMcQ/Tl-vjhcQ8HI/AAAAAAAACDg/vDKb9aEt5Ac/s1600/320461_2246320430864_1033767341_32680520_2153457_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 206px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647425482553094258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-25zh-ZBiMcQ/Tl-vjhcQ8HI/AAAAAAAACDg/vDKb9aEt5Ac/s320/320461_2246320430864_1033767341_32680520_2153457_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PPLFEpyYKOo/Tl-vjnU_Q5I/AAAAAAAACDY/G7nkqArPCCM/s1600/311068_2109912151260_1349297227_32246537_556430_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645209502505299042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dYZZ1r4P7pA/TlfQIgd87GI/AAAAAAAACCY/vc3wUTZ1MJI/s320/198725_229525010419165_191850820853251_597242_2439180_n_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exams is just around the corner and I've been stressing over studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People are preparing for Hari Raya while I'm preparing for exams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main worry is POA. I've been wasting papers on practise after practise and hopefully, I will get the results that I want in the end. Didn't expect much, but a pass will do. And I don't think my overall GPA will be that good... Oh well. Have to bee more hard working for the next semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-1784627307499610352?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/1784627307499610352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=1784627307499610352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/1784627307499610352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/1784627307499610352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/08/exams-is-just-around-corner-and-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dYZZ1r4P7pA/TlfQIgd87GI/AAAAAAAACCY/vc3wUTZ1MJI/s72-c/198725_229525010419165_191850820853251_597242_2439180_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-6870174603532690368</id><published>2011-08-10T06:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T06:45:33.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no mood for anything right now.&lt;br /&gt;I barely have my sleep and all I could feel is heartache. I wish I could numb myself from this feeling so that I could feel it no more... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still upset and I put that feelings aside and texted you because I want things to get back to normal but in the end, it didn't. All I get is more hurt. After that arguement again, you expect me to "heal" myself and text you when I already feel better. Your reason for that? "Its just the way I am". But what if I didn't text you first because "Its just the way I am"? We'll end up not texting each other until I don't know when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, one must give in. I already gave in, and I have to do that again? Why can't you do that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-6870174603532690368?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/6870174603532690368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=6870174603532690368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/6870174603532690368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/6870174603532690368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-have-no-mood-for-anything-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-7072528597986910764</id><published>2011-08-07T12:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T14:41:28.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Its a rainy stay home sunday. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I better stay at home today rather than going out. Because going out = money out. Lol. Despite the fact that its the fasting month which I thought I could save money, I failed. I still spend money on food, GOOD food for break fast. But its okay to spend extra money for good food once in a while right? Hehe. For now I'm craving for sushi thanks to BF. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BA_v-Hm-178/Tj4wqAI1jtI/AAAAAAAACCQ/2Ju2Fb_LuHE/s1600/tumblr_lp9aagWWoA1qdbh4no1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637997281664143058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BA_v-Hm-178/Tj4wqAI1jtI/AAAAAAAACCQ/2Ju2Fb_LuHE/s320/tumblr_lp9aagWWoA1qdbh4no1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had my birthday on the 4th, and I'm officially 19. Yay? Nooo. I feel kinda old. I wish I can be forever 18 or forever 21. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-7072528597986910764?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/7072528597986910764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=7072528597986910764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/7072528597986910764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/7072528597986910764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-rainy-stay-home-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BA_v-Hm-178/Tj4wqAI1jtI/AAAAAAAACCQ/2Ju2Fb_LuHE/s72-c/tumblr_lp9aagWWoA1qdbh4no1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-5835992053937746563</id><published>2011-08-01T01:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T17:24:33.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_eG_j2JfSM/TjWNjb6WtrI/AAAAAAAACCA/VjrNaw61vq8/s1600/IMG_0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635566148651497138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_eG_j2JfSM/TjWNjb6WtrI/AAAAAAAACCA/VjrNaw61vq8/s320/IMG_0165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;monthsary&lt;/span&gt;, love &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite what happened for the past few days, nothing can change the fact that I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day of the month of August and it is the month that I have a number of things to look out for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Selamat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;berpuase&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;semua&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/47980652754437136-5835992053937746563?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/5835992053937746563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=5835992053937746563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5835992053937746563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5835992053937746563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-7th-monthsary-love-despite-what.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_eG_j2JfSM/TjWNjb6WtrI/AAAAAAAACCA/VjrNaw61vq8/s72-c/IMG_0165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-8050241412009403576</id><published>2011-07-27T21:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:06:44.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M1_Y_-BPT-g/TjARANNNTCI/AAAAAAAACB4/cx5ksP00BEs/s1600/tumblr_loziazC6Zk1r0sl7po1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634021829083221026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M1_Y_-BPT-g/TjARANNNTCI/AAAAAAAACB4/cx5ksP00BEs/s320/tumblr_loziazC6Zk1r0sl7po1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DREAMS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have dreams. I'm not talking about the one you have when you're asleep, but the one you have even in the day time. Its the yearning to achieve something that you really want, your ultimate goal in life. But not everybody manage to achieve their dreams, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been asking myself. What IS my talent and do I even have one? I do have dreams, but do I have that "its in my blood" to do so? Yes you can study, gain experience and at the same time work towards your dream but... What if, that dream requires money? A large sum of it and the risk of losing it all? It is easy to say that money can be earned but I don't come from a wealthy family. If I am, that dream of mine would have been achieved by now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I am from a wealthy family, people may think, you're already rich, why bother working so hard to earn more than the money you already have? Well for me, weather I am rich or not, my dream is not about having all the money. My dream is not to be rich. It involves making money but for me it is all about getting to do what I would really LOVE to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From this, you might be able to guess what my dream is, some might already know, but few have known. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just randomly sharing what I feel. I still have a very long way to go but I'm slowly taking step by step and if I'm lucky enough, who knows, it will come true. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-8050241412009403576?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/8050241412009403576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=8050241412009403576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/8050241412009403576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/8050241412009403576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/07/dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M1_Y_-BPT-g/TjARANNNTCI/AAAAAAAACB4/cx5ksP00BEs/s72-c/tumblr_loziazC6Zk1r0sl7po1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-4459619365480593929</id><published>2011-07-23T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T13:28:05.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSMGq2yyb0M/TimWxJiPQXI/AAAAAAAACBw/gro0L6vrY8E/s1600/930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632198580120797554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSMGq2yyb0M/TimWxJiPQXI/AAAAAAAACBw/gro0L6vrY8E/s320/930.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I may not be the most prettiest girl you ever seen, but I believe that it is important to at least make yourself look neat and presentable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The weekends is here! It has been 2 weeks of school since the end of the holidays. Times flies, huh. School have been quite stressful for me lately. I've got so many things to do with so little time. Projects, projects and projects! Apart from that I have to keep practicing POA. My POA teacher is away for reservist for two weeks and the relief teacher is naggy! Naggy in a good way though. He kept repeating the same thing over and over again until what he said goes into my head. Haha! I know I can be careless and forgetful in my work, and he called me Miss Blur. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting BF later and I'm sooo getting my chocolate melts. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go shopping but I'm broke, as always. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-4459619365480593929?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/4459619365480593929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=4459619365480593929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4459619365480593929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4459619365480593929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-may-not-be-most-prettiest-girl-you.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSMGq2yyb0M/TimWxJiPQXI/AAAAAAAACBw/gro0L6vrY8E/s72-c/930.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-3163715320476556814</id><published>2011-07-20T17:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T20:33:00.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAwgmDNL-MQ/Tiag6djuJEI/AAAAAAAACBg/IabU40aJWiY/s1600/Snapshot_20110720_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631365310300693570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAwgmDNL-MQ/Tiag6djuJEI/AAAAAAAACBg/IabU40aJWiY/s320/Snapshot_20110720_6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me without makeup. I wish I have flawless skin. :(&lt;br /&gt;Would you still love me if one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dg8-Gs3Z8-o/Tiag6IXx-aI/AAAAAAAACBY/KjAYqE5vXy0/s1600/Snapshot_20110720_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631365304613468578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dg8-Gs3Z8-o/Tiag6IXx-aI/AAAAAAAACBY/KjAYqE5vXy0/s320/Snapshot_20110720_7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I become fat like this? HAHAHA.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-3163715320476556814?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/3163715320476556814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=3163715320476556814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/3163715320476556814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/3163715320476556814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/07/me-without-makeup.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YAwgmDNL-MQ/Tiag6djuJEI/AAAAAAAACBg/IabU40aJWiY/s72-c/Snapshot_20110720_6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-913439192330913489</id><published>2011-07-15T20:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T21:16:36.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dMc627Luyoc/TiA1cEp0OjI/AAAAAAAACBQ/Oe9XUcDgsFw/s1600/398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629558290614860338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dMc627Luyoc/TiA1cEp0OjI/AAAAAAAACBQ/Oe9XUcDgsFw/s320/398.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;It has been a week of school after the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;New timetable is out and the best thing? School ends early on fridays and I'm officially exempted from LPD! Slightly more than half the class is exempted actually. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time ever, I wore heels to school just now. Hahaha. Yes, heels. I always have problems in wearing them. I will end up having blisters and/or tired feet but I wore it anyway. Lol. I wonder how some people can endure the pain until they are fine with it. I like heels but I hate the outcome of wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school have been okay, but quite stressful. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming in less than a month time. I'm getting old. -.-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-913439192330913489?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/913439192330913489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=913439192330913489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/913439192330913489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/913439192330913489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-has-been-week-of-school-after.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dMc627Luyoc/TiA1cEp0OjI/AAAAAAAACBQ/Oe9XUcDgsFw/s72-c/398.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-4767791710440890721</id><published>2011-07-02T14:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T14:56:28.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I'm still not happy with my hair! Its still uneven!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've been complaining about my hair and I think I should stop. Theres no use in complaining right? Because complaining just won't change the way how it already is. Thought of cutting it short but I think I'll just leave it to grow. Okay, okay, no more talking about hair. End of story already. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad just sold his bike, which is kind of sudden. He have been having it for a very long time since I was little. He sold to this chinese guy who placed a note on his bike saying that he's interested in buying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is comfirmed that I'm going to Genting Highlands next week! Yay. My elder cousing and naphew will be tagging along too. School reopens the very next day I return back to Singapore and I have not completed my individual project yet. I've been procrastinating. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is going to miss me while I'm away. :P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2eaKyqXV4wo/Tg6_fOWhekI/AAAAAAAACAo/1OgSD1rv_Wc/s1600/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624643527781743170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2eaKyqXV4wo/Tg6_fOWhekI/AAAAAAAACAo/1OgSD1rv_Wc/s320/106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-4767791710440890721?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/4767791710440890721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=4767791710440890721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4767791710440890721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4767791710440890721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-still-not-happy-with-my-hair-its.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2eaKyqXV4wo/Tg6_fOWhekI/AAAAAAAACAo/1OgSD1rv_Wc/s72-c/106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-5918404816316905477</id><published>2011-06-29T22:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T22:54:35.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dJE5wKKdcN0/Tgs0sicImgI/AAAAAAAACAg/J7sXMbEgYWY/s1600/tumblr_lni1ydxB9E1qak502o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623646499465894402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dJE5wKKdcN0/Tgs0sicImgI/AAAAAAAACAg/J7sXMbEgYWY/s320/tumblr_lni1ydxB9E1qak502o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;To have a bad haircut, is everybody's nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a total nightmare. So I went to this salon located near a neighbourhood to have my hair cut and in the end, it didn't turn out like how I want it to be. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the guy I wanted to trim, have my hair a bit of layering and cut it a finger short. And what did I get? The layer on the right side of my hair was shorter than the left. The guy who cut my hair wanted to made adjustments to it but I play safe by saying that I wanted someone else to cut for me. The lady who was attending to another customer heard the commotion and attended to me. She should have finish up cutting her customer's hair before attending me but I guess she wants to prevent me from complaining any further. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, who wouldn't complain if their hair looked fcuked up?! I've never really complain to any bad service given and I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the lady my hair looked better though in overall it didn't turn out the way I want it to be. My hair seems to have too much layering. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily my hair didn't turned out like...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OXHwNiiqIEo/Tgs0sOyqfsI/AAAAAAAACAY/S0R1iLUxaKc/s1600/tumblr_lni1vtDkqO1qak502o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623646494191681218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OXHwNiiqIEo/Tgs0sOyqfsI/AAAAAAAACAY/S0R1iLUxaKc/s320/tumblr_lni1vtDkqO1qak502o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that incident, I will never ever go to that place again. I think I'll try other location but don't know where. I don't think I trust neighbourhood salons that much already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my old hair back and go to a better salon to have a proper hair cut. :( &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side. My parents are planning an overseas trip for the family. Might be going to Genting Highlands for 3 days. With that I can release the stresses I have here in Singapore for a while. ;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-5918404816316905477?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/5918404816316905477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=5918404816316905477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5918404816316905477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5918404816316905477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-have-bad-haircut-is-everybodys.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dJE5wKKdcN0/Tgs0sicImgI/AAAAAAAACAg/J7sXMbEgYWY/s72-c/tumblr_lni1ydxB9E1qak502o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-6762692090604790166</id><published>2011-06-27T04:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T14:57:14.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;It sucks to have a long distance relationship and yet, there is someone who is asking for it. Isn't it weird, to have rules whereby you only meet your partner once or twice a month. And its a rule, not something that have to be done because there isn't a choice. Having such rules just makes it seem that you're avoiding me. And its sad to have this thinking that I don't mean as much as I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss how we used to be in the past. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and rewind those memories again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situations and people may change, but the memories we have with them remains the same.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-6762692090604790166?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/6762692090604790166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=6762692090604790166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/6762692090604790166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/6762692090604790166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-sucks-to-have-long-distance.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-1448807299514786186</id><published>2011-06-06T18:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T20:49:22.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I had a tiring weekend. Had a bad yet interesting saturday. Why? Because I had to wake up at 4AM for CIP at East Coast. Other than having to wake up early in the morning, what makes us unhappy is that we were told that we are going to do ushering but ended up, we have to walk around asking for donations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked a long distance to have breakfast at Macdonal's. Then since its going to rain and because we had to get back to the Macdonal's area after returning our tins, the three of us decided to rent a bicycle. Haha! We speed throughout the journey and unlucky me, I almost ended up in a bush. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its actually quite fun cycling in the drizzle. And because of the long distance cycling I ended up having knee pain. After spending the early hours at East Coast, headed off to Jurong Point to get Kungfu Panda 2 movie tickets for the day after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched it with BF and sis. After the movie, we headed to Taman Jurong for bowling. But in the end we played pool and arcade due to a bowling tornament held there. Went to the night market at Choa Chu Kang to grab some bite after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. That was how my weekend goes. Tiring, but quite fun. :) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-1448807299514786186?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/1448807299514786186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=1448807299514786186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/1448807299514786186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/1448807299514786186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-had-tiring-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-9158059165050794342</id><published>2011-05-30T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:11:12.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WHf18AvEf2k/TeOO31yCjUI/AAAAAAAAB_s/6TguQMSrQxg/s1600/247531_1997925598063_1541204233_2137513_5537548_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612486650614680898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WHf18AvEf2k/TeOO31yCjUI/AAAAAAAAB_s/6TguQMSrQxg/s320/247531_1997925598063_1541204233_2137513_5537548_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;A very sudden and last minute surprise meet up with Nadia and Yana yesterday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia suddenly text me yesterday afternoon asking me out and by coincidence, I had no plans. And since I've never met the two of them for quite some time, I decided to meet up with Nadia to give Yana a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yana had no idea that I was coming along. Thought that the plan was going to fail for some reasons, but in the end things turn out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could still remember her shocked expression upon seeing me. How fun can giving someone a surprise be. :P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-9158059165050794342?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/9158059165050794342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=9158059165050794342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/9158059165050794342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/9158059165050794342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/05/very-sudden-and-last-minute-surprise.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WHf18AvEf2k/TeOO31yCjUI/AAAAAAAAB_s/6TguQMSrQxg/s72-c/247531_1997925598063_1541204233_2137513_5537548_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-688426497541555125</id><published>2011-05-15T20:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:34:56.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;NITEC GRADUATION CEREMONY. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DlMhm9gsXf8/Tc_MND3c9xI/AAAAAAAAB_c/NME_ckcvuTM/s1600/222683_10150179787523992_599728991_6960916_6962579_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606924585847813906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DlMhm9gsXf8/Tc_MND3c9xI/AAAAAAAAB_c/NME_ckcvuTM/s320/222683_10150179787523992_599728991_6960916_6962579_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gi-7JiSpLAs/Tc_MNLpvlWI/AAAAAAAAB_U/iTh3cv2ENYU/s1600/222687_10150178317753381_675623380_6839234_6775377_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606924587937797474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gi-7JiSpLAs/Tc_MNLpvlWI/AAAAAAAAB_U/iTh3cv2ENYU/s320/222687_10150178317753381_675623380_6839234_6775377_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7rZC7R-tTs/Tc_Lxgthd0I/AAAAAAAAB_E/qqNPvJ_D-9Y/s1600/227992_10150178317118381_675623380_6839227_3918522_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606924112554456898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7rZC7R-tTs/Tc_Lxgthd0I/AAAAAAAAB_E/qqNPvJ_D-9Y/s320/227992_10150178317118381_675623380_6839227_3918522_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YL4evq6bmjA/Tc_L-FeixcI/AAAAAAAAB_M/oKQ46tm0uVs/s1600/225472_10150178317313381_675623380_6839229_1070018_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606924328582170050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YL4evq6bmjA/Tc_L-FeixcI/AAAAAAAAB_M/oKQ46tm0uVs/s320/225472_10150178317313381_675623380_6839229_1070018_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-688426497541555125?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/688426497541555125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=688426497541555125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/688426497541555125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/688426497541555125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/05/nitec-graduation-ceremony.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DlMhm9gsXf8/Tc_MND3c9xI/AAAAAAAAB_c/NME_ckcvuTM/s72-c/222683_10150179787523992_599728991_6960916_6962579_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-7429217821749194728</id><published>2011-04-19T13:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T15:03:02.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hGeM9hlKLns/Ta0jDW9M76I/AAAAAAAAB-E/r5gz87V5js4/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597168452500254626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hGeM9hlKLns/Ta0jDW9M76I/AAAAAAAAB-E/r5gz87V5js4/s320/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2010 VS 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No school for today! Had a really long day in school &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; due to the grand opening ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that my school is "getting smaller". A number of people that I know ended up in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; school as me. Surprised to see some. Surprised to know that some saw me but I didn't notice them. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Last night, my elder cousin was asking me... (In &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cousin:&lt;/strong&gt; Did you see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;abang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Faiz&lt;/span&gt; in school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; No, Didn't see him so far. People have been seeing me but I didn't see them... Shows that I don't go around looking at guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cousin:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alalalalala&lt;/span&gt;! Good girl &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;The last part sounds sarcastic. Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! But even IF I were to look at other guys, my heart will still be for one. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. I also got to know some circle of friends. You know, like I'm a friend of your friend, you're a friend of my friend. I joined a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt; which I WILL be active in this time and got to know all this. Small world, small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, today is my sister's 17&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597182534673604754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3o5VnTrPI84/Ta0v3DI9oJI/AAAAAAAAB-M/dclAC87o2R4/s320/38787_420676329591_525554591_4687940_987332_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;People say that we are opposites in terms of looks and personality, but nothing can change the fact that we are sisters, blood sisters. Happy birthday to you sis. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-7429217821749194728?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/7429217821749194728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=7429217821749194728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/7429217821749194728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/7429217821749194728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/04/2010-vs-2011-no-school-for-today-had.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hGeM9hlKLns/Ta0jDW9M76I/AAAAAAAAB-E/r5gz87V5js4/s72-c/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-2551948852429775029</id><published>2011-04-17T12:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T13:21:06.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think that there is something wrong with me. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For some reasons, I don't feel motivated in my studies as much as before. I know, its something that dosen't sound good. People are fighting to get into my course and I am here, feeling this way. Dear me, isn't this what you wanted all these while? But why do you have to feel this way?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that dosen't mean you can pull me out of it, because I AM interested in the course okay? I guess I'm just lack of motivation but I still want to go through this and make it till the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've always heard of stories about people deleting their friends from FB and now, it happened to me. Kau delete aku? SUKE HATI KAU LAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not going to say anything more here, before this post is filled with too much negative things. K bye. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-2551948852429775029?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/2551948852429775029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=2551948852429775029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/2551948852429775029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/2551948852429775029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-think-that-there-is-something-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-3607520874252248507</id><published>2011-04-10T12:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T13:51:33.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5JQWkZlOsd8/TaExfLLBO1I/AAAAAAAAB90/yMAyQlsiALQ/s1600/38104_415277504591_525554591_4538179_926506_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593806623815580498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5JQWkZlOsd8/TaExfLLBO1I/AAAAAAAAB90/yMAyQlsiALQ/s320/38104_415277504591_525554591_4538179_926506_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tomorrow is the first day of school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New course, new classmates, new teachers = a brand new school term.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The thought of it is just making me nervous. Haha. You know, the feeling of not knowing whats going to happen, and not knowing who you're going to meet on your first day. I really wonder what is going to happen. Hopefully things will go on smoothly. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for some reason, I'm back to playing this game on Facebook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boss is back to run the cafe. Haha! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-3607520874252248507?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/3607520874252248507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=3607520874252248507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/3607520874252248507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/3607520874252248507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/04/tomorrow-is-first-day-of-school-new.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5JQWkZlOsd8/TaExfLLBO1I/AAAAAAAAB90/yMAyQlsiALQ/s72-c/38104_415277504591_525554591_4538179_926506_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-6806767223171878177</id><published>2011-04-07T13:43:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T14:40:33.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm supposed to be having my job training right now, but here I am at home. &lt;br /&gt;Why? Because the training is not supposed to be for me. Luckily I was told that it was for F&amp;amp;B and not RETAIL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So don't expect me to come when I myself said that I want to apply and state in the application form, that I want a retail job. The date of training given before I requested for a reschedule was also not for retail anyway. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all this, I don't feel like working already. Or should I say, just go back to my old workplace since my supervisor there asked if I wanted to work on only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weekends&lt;/span&gt;, morning shifts. I've always like working on morning shifts. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. Will consider about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talked about jobs, career and studies with BF last night and what he said was true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Just study, after all your studies, you can get a job better than now."&lt;/em&gt; :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway! Yesterday, I finally get to satisfy my craving for fish and chips from Manhattan Fish Market. Took it away after dining in with PX and Daren along with BF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2gZz89MU2tI/TZ1Q2sDbsuI/AAAAAAAAB9c/t09r5mUmT9E/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592715212732740322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2gZz89MU2tI/TZ1Q2sDbsuI/AAAAAAAAB9c/t09r5mUmT9E/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was just my luck that the fish and chips was on offer. Bought it for $3.99 instead of the usual price. Picture was not taken yesterday, but the last time I dine in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After lunch with the two of them, BF and I went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Changi&lt;/span&gt; Beach. Far right? Just a random place that ran through my mind. The place which reminds me of the very early morning before my flight to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. There is something else that I crave for. Just a feeling of wanting to eat a certain food after not eating eat it for a long time...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TXVvjUjf0Fo/TZ1WEYQgZ0I/AAAAAAAAB9k/vMl5xEQ-jpM/s1600/1581258076_0ff20975b4_large_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592720945495172930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TXVvjUjf0Fo/TZ1WEYQgZ0I/AAAAAAAAB9k/vMl5xEQ-jpM/s320/1581258076_0ff20975b4_large_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SUSHI! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-6806767223171878177?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/6806767223171878177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=6806767223171878177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/6806767223171878177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/6806767223171878177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-supposed-to-be-having-my-job.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2gZz89MU2tI/TZ1Q2sDbsuI/AAAAAAAAB9c/t09r5mUmT9E/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-1118240116336222656</id><published>2011-04-04T13:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T14:15:29.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still remember the day Salleh accompanied me for course interview and it seems like a year have passed and I have already graduated from it and I'm moving ahead to another one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still thankful for having the chance to be in that course till today. Thank you to all those who played a part in helping me along the way from the start of applying till the day I graduate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A whole new school life starts exactly next monday, and I'm nervous at the thought of it. Sister said that we can go to school together. Haha! Yeahhh. Since primary and secondary school, we've been in the same school. And I think I'm going to see my cousins there too and perhaps some other familiar faces too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'm going out later to register and buy school uniforms all by myself. Alone? Yes. Alone, alone lah, whatever. Tak mati. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After going to school, back home and out again. Going to meet some peeps for dinner. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basically that is today's plan. Thats all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-1118240116336222656?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/1118240116336222656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=1118240116336222656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/1118240116336222656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/1118240116336222656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-still-remember-day-salleh-accompanied.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-2397276297199182486</id><published>2011-04-02T10:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T11:11:53.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank God, I can take a step ahead in my studies. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got into the higher &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NITEC&lt;/span&gt; course of my choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still remember the time someone telling me that it would be a waste of time for me to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NITEC&lt;/span&gt;, not to mention to take up such course, but I didn't listen to him. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I did not regret making the decision and I find that I didn't waste my time to take me to where I am now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems like, starting from next week I'm going to be busy again. With a whole new term of school and new job? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590811783722308738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sYCv0PY1gPY/TZaNsibWFII/AAAAAAAAB8s/onoat9nyaFE/s320/197154_201955453162901_100000453446743_668655_5761662_n.jpg" /&gt; So yesterday was the first day of the month, and it was our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;monthsary&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met him after his work. Happen to bump onto his friend and we ended up having a double dinner date at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pastamania&lt;/span&gt;. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We might be two complete different person but we do share one thing in common. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&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/47980652754437136-2397276297199182486?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/2397276297199182486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=2397276297199182486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/2397276297199182486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/2397276297199182486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/04/thank-god-i-can-take-step-ahead-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sYCv0PY1gPY/TZaNsibWFII/AAAAAAAAB8s/onoat9nyaFE/s72-c/197154_201955453162901_100000453446743_668655_5761662_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-4011728899413871830</id><published>2011-03-31T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T13:51:41.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RESULTS ARE OUT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl who is happy with her exam results. Thank God! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-4011728899413871830?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/4011728899413871830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=4011728899413871830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4011728899413871830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4011728899413871830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/03/results-are-out.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-5735318199375084822</id><published>2011-03-28T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T21:38:11.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss doing silly things, talking about the lamest jokes and laughing out loud till my stomach hurts. And I realised that I did most of such things when I was in secondary school back then. Now that we are a bit older, things change. Can I visit my past for a while? If only I could, that would be really great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be having a job training in early April. Hopefully everything will go on smoothly. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say, result is out on the 30th. Some say, on the 1st. Whatever it is, I'm still checking on the 30th and if there isn't any, I'll check on the first then. Urgh, confusion. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-5735318199375084822?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/5735318199375084822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=5735318199375084822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5735318199375084822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5735318199375084822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-miss-doing-silly-things-talking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-4373359421186172212</id><published>2011-03-25T14:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T15:03:44.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIENDSHIP vs RELATIONSHIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out of this two, which one is more important? Different people have different opinion so I think there is no right or wrong to any answer given.&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;br /&gt;Anyway, I sent my resume to two different places for a job application and sent an email to another one and I'm going to the office tomorrow to fill up their aplication form. So in overall, I've tried my luck at three different places. I told myself that I don't want to work already but ended up trying to apply for a job. Lol.&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;br /&gt;If I get any of them and the schedule wise is okay, I'll go for it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-4373359421186172212?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/4373359421186172212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=4373359421186172212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4373359421186172212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4373359421186172212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/03/friendship-vs-relationship-out-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-1480208071388422598</id><published>2011-03-24T10:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T16:32:23.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For three different nights that I sleep, I dreamt of my old workplace at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CCK&lt;/span&gt;. And I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wondering&lt;/span&gt; why. I also dreamt of me applying for a job at this one company that I would like to work for. So, is there something that my dreams is trying to tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Go back to my old workplace and continue being a part-timer there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Go and apply for a job at the company that I dreamt about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For number 1, the reason why I didn't go back there after my attachment is because of the pay. But I kinda miss working there though. The company that I've worked the longest for so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For number 2, the reason why I didn't apply for any new jobs is because I want to concentrate 100% on my studies. Things at school will be much busier right? Comparing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NITEC&lt;/span&gt; to Higher &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NITEC&lt;/span&gt;. But I still feel like applying for a job. Maybe I should try 2 or 3 different places and if I didn't get any of them, then forget about it? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left with about a week more before results will be out. Will my results be okay? Will I get into the course that I applied for? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't get into any of it, then I have to go for my back up plan. :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EHzJdsPZBCA/TYraa7SrsFI/AAAAAAAAB8k/CVtWjgpPhrU/s1600/IMG_0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587518443834028114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EHzJdsPZBCA/TYraa7SrsFI/AAAAAAAAB8k/CVtWjgpPhrU/s320/IMG_0155.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You're super irritating at times but still, I love spending those time with you because you're always making me smile. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-1480208071388422598?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/1480208071388422598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=1480208071388422598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/1480208071388422598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/1480208071388422598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/03/for-three-different-nights-that-i-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EHzJdsPZBCA/TYraa7SrsFI/AAAAAAAAB8k/CVtWjgpPhrU/s72-c/IMG_0155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-250374568867502393</id><published>2011-03-12T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T22:52:44.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ywRipHs1kw4/TXuC6u5CWAI/AAAAAAAAB8E/moPPnZa0Bgs/s1600/183284_199005460124567_100000453446743_649608_3374046_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583200108587145218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ywRipHs1kw4/TXuC6u5CWAI/AAAAAAAAB8E/moPPnZa0Bgs/s320/183284_199005460124567_100000453446743_649608_3374046_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BORING SATURDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BF is at Malacca, Atiqah shorty is at Bali. Me? I'm stuck in Singapore. I got this feeling of wanting to go on a holiday. Tapi kan, macam lah duit aku ni banyak sangat. Lol. I miss Hong Kong. I miss almost everything about the trip. Can I go there again someday, please? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I log in to my Friendster account just now and had a good laugh all by myself, looking at all those days back then. A bit of entertainment for myself since I was bored. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An idea suddenly came up to me just now, and I was thinking about it. Working for it is definitely not easy, but to achieve it would be a dream come true. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-250374568867502393?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/250374568867502393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=250374568867502393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/250374568867502393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/250374568867502393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/03/boring-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ywRipHs1kw4/TXuC6u5CWAI/AAAAAAAAB8E/moPPnZa0Bgs/s72-c/183284_199005460124567_100000453446743_649608_3374046_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-3027751672752877153</id><published>2011-03-08T11:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T15:36:46.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ggbl22Wads/TXWulfRhMsI/AAAAAAAAB78/SLEj8Wqj718/s1600/198514_10150115668169592_525554591_6447342_6915195_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581559272268968642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ggbl22Wads/TXWulfRhMsI/AAAAAAAAB78/SLEj8Wqj718/s320/198514_10150115668169592_525554591_6447342_6915195_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IAP&lt;/span&gt; IS OFFICIALLY OVER!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I don't quite believe that its actually already over, but it is! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school yesterday morning to submit my report, logbook and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;assessment&lt;/span&gt; and I have to make my way there again tomorrow? To submit one more thing which I haven't. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. And I almost lost my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thumb drive&lt;/span&gt; in school. I'm lucky enough to get it back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bugis&lt;/span&gt; in the afternoon, SHOPPING! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; No more spending large amounts of money again for me. Please save. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haaa&lt;/span&gt;. Unexpectedly saw an ex there and old classmate, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rashid&lt;/span&gt;. And and, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yani&lt;/span&gt; who is still having his last few days of attachment. Small world huh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two unknown numbers &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me last night. The first one was from BF. I knew it was you. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. The second one... Is getting on my nerves. Who on earth can that be?! Must be somebody I know. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pfft&lt;/span&gt;. I'm going to try to find out who that is. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-3027751672752877153?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/3027751672752877153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=3027751672752877153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/3027751672752877153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/3027751672752877153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/03/iap-is-officially-over-for-some-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ggbl22Wads/TXWulfRhMsI/AAAAAAAAB78/SLEj8Wqj718/s72-c/198514_10150115668169592_525554591_6447342_6915195_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-1222049059299928602</id><published>2011-02-22T14:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T15:29:33.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi, I'm procrastinating right now. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be doing my report and presentation but I'm taking up some time to update my blog as well. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;. I'm multi-tasking!&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;br /&gt;How's my life been? One word, boring. And I hate the fact that negative thoughts have been running through my mind lately. Where have all the positive ones gone to? I'm stressed. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boncet&lt;/span&gt; surprised me by coming over to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MBS&lt;/span&gt; last night. I feel so so touched. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this weeks of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IAP&lt;/span&gt; that I've gone through, had really taught me about two main things. Independence and endurance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightmare is going to be over soon. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-1222049059299928602?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/1222049059299928602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=1222049059299928602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/1222049059299928602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/1222049059299928602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/02/hi-im-procrastinating-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-5242620264144271712</id><published>2011-02-09T10:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T12:22:49.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TVH-Zlr96jI/AAAAAAAAB7s/zvDjXn84cCQ/s1600/118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571513929600723506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TVH-Zlr96jI/AAAAAAAAB7s/zvDjXn84cCQ/s320/118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day by day, the number of days left is going down down down!&lt;br /&gt;At first it seemed like forever to reach the end, but now I'm reaching to the end of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I update my blog today is because today is my off day! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. I went for a last minute and quick shopping with PX right after our work last night. While I was waiting for her, I went to Starbucks to get myself a drink and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; this guy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whos&lt;/span&gt; working there started to ask me questions and kept smiling. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;? AND, I'm not a Chinese. I'm a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt;. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't get to shop much last night, I'm going to do more shopping today! Its time, to get myself a treat. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did mention that I wanted to get myself a new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt; but in the end, I can't bear to part with my money on a single thing and decided to spent it on a lot of things. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;. Shall get it next month instead? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt; not the following month after that because I'm not going to work already. Going to put more attention on my studies. I really do feel like working at the same time like how I did last year, but I fear that I might not be able to cope &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eventhough&lt;/span&gt; I somehow did managed to survive studies + work. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Doesn't&lt;/span&gt; mean I'm able to last year, things will be the same for this year right? So, I will see how. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-5242620264144271712?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/5242620264144271712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=5242620264144271712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5242620264144271712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5242620264144271712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-by-day-number-of-days-left-is-going.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TVH-Zlr96jI/AAAAAAAAB7s/zvDjXn84cCQ/s72-c/118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-1751114172266865847</id><published>2011-02-05T11:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T13:14:08.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Working during Chinese New Year = Busy busy busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two days, most places are like ghost town, while MBS is lively, flooded with people. Work wasn't boring as compared to the other days as there are constantly things to do. People come in and out, and I have to do this and that, walk here and there, climb up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across different kinds of people; Fussy, weird, noisy, quiet, polite, funny, and some are just silly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might say that I'm always bored and can't wait for this 9 weeks to end, but retail is still my interests. Just tell me all the things I need to know, and I'm ready to go. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the weekends, and I'm going to enjoy my two off days to the fullest! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-1751114172266865847?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/1751114172266865847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=1751114172266865847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/1751114172266865847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/1751114172266865847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/02/working-during-chinese-new-year-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-8500833180132648574</id><published>2011-02-01T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T11:51:38.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every first day of the month, is special. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&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/47980652754437136-8500833180132648574?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/8500833180132648574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=8500833180132648574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/8500833180132648574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/8500833180132648574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/02/every-first-day-of-month-is-special.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-5708125549495535438</id><published>2011-01-30T12:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T14:42:29.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hellooooo, Blogger. I just got back from the clinic and found out what causes all the headaches that I've been having for the past 3 days is due to low blood pressure. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the doctor asked me before I left the room just now, surprised me. I was like, NOOOOO! Lol. Of course my answer is a NO. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks dad, for accompanying me just now. We still got the time to walk around and survey handphones just now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is starting to hurt again. Oh how I hate this. I'm going to get myself some rest now before I have to work tomorrow. And, I almost forgot that today is a sunday. 4 DOWN, 5 MORE TO GO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-5708125549495535438?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/5708125549495535438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=5708125549495535438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5708125549495535438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5708125549495535438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/01/hellooooo-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-991019723098557851</id><published>2011-01-25T13:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T15:28:23.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saw this Q&amp;amp;As from my old blog post and decided to do it again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&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;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How serious are your feelings for the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;▪ I don't have a crush on anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever met a gay person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;▪ Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a favorite soft drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;▪ Got a number of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever INTENTIONALLY made someone jealous?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▪ Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you watch college sports?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;▪ Nope. Not into watching sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think about scene/emo kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;▪ They are humans like us. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you live close to the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;▪ I live quite far from that someone I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you dress up for halloween this past year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▪ Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you flirt with people while in a relationship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▪ Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was your last phone call that was over an hour with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;▪ Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you listening to any music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;▪ Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What you're excited about right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▪ To the end of attachment! Its something that I'm really looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Country or rock?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▪ Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a picture of you kissing someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▪ Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think your ex still loves you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;▪ Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What movie never fails to make you cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▪ None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you talkative?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▪ Yes, to the people I'm close with. To those who don't know me well, they will find me quiet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any plans for tonight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▪ No plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has someone ever told you they loved you and meant it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▪ Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suppose you see your crush kissing another person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;▪ No crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something interesting happen lately?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▪ Meeting up with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever injected a drug?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▪ Nooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;▪ Attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;▪ Food. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is the last person you sent message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;▪ Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever lost anything down a toilet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▪ My unwanted wastes. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you use smiley faces on the computer a lot?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▪ Not that a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▪ Go in and eat. Or take away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biggest annoyance in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;▪ Attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you eat healthy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▪ Don't think so. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does your password have to do with a boy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▪ Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's a fact about the last person who had their arms around you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▪ Someone special. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you currently hear right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;▪ A song by Rihanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;▪ Cotton On.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know anyone that smokes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▪ Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How long does it take you to shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;▪ I can be fast or slow. It depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a jealous person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▪ At times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-991019723098557851?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/991019723098557851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=991019723098557851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/991019723098557851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/991019723098557851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/01/saw-this-q-from-my-old-blog-post-and.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-1271378696515355306</id><published>2011-01-24T10:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T10:56:42.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so happy that I got 2 off days! ^^&lt;br /&gt;But after that, I have to work for 6 days straight. I'm looking forward to every sunday night so that I will get to see the number of weeks left, decreasing. Now its 3 down, 6 more to go. Attachment is the hardest "exam" for me so far. I'm going to take what Mimi said as a motivation to keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aches and long working hours are temporary. Graduate with a certificate is long term."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its true. I want my certificate, I want and need it to further my studies. So... ENDURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm going to get myself a new handphone soon! I'm going back to Sony Ericsson baby! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-1271378696515355306?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/1271378696515355306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=1271378696515355306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/1271378696515355306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/1271378696515355306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-so-happy-that-i-got-2-off-days-but.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-6088819087585368632</id><published>2011-01-19T11:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T11:45:05.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TTZbQt4xnuI/AAAAAAAAB64/zZ9ta125I8o/s1600/136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563734732416589538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TTZbQt4xnuI/AAAAAAAAB64/zZ9ta125I8o/s320/136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another off day! Only after two days of work? Yes. Awesome right, I know. Hehe. Got my long hours of needed sleep, and I'm awake now! I know I will be awake for the whole of today, and I will start being sleepy tomorrow. Lol. Will be working in the afternoon shift though, so I think I should have a bit more sleep. But still, I love working on morning shift despite the fact that I have to wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at MBS can really help me save money. I will never shop after work. Actually, I have the temptation to buy things from my workplace but when I think back, a part of my pay will disappear, just like that. But when I think back again, I should get myself such things once in a while AND, I have not get myself a reward. And the reason for that reward would be an old reason already but I still want to treat myself for the achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the list of things for my needs and wants right now, all I have to do now is wait till the end of this 9 weeks before I have my back-to-normal life back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to save money for this month! Thanks to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-6088819087585368632?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/6088819087585368632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=6088819087585368632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/6088819087585368632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/6088819087585368632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-off-day-only-after-two-days-of.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TTZbQt4xnuI/AAAAAAAAB64/zZ9ta125I8o/s72-c/136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-8064004608788915405</id><published>2011-01-16T12:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T14:39:20.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My life is so mundane right now, everyday I'm going through the same routine. I'm counting till the day when its going to the end, so I could be free from this. What a busy life to start the year with, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that its my off day today, and I finally got my needed long hours of sleep! One of the weeks to come, I'm going to work for SEVEN days straight. Wow. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its great that I get to spend some time with you&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; for the last two nights after work, eventhough its for just a few hours. And now I miss you already. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss going to school. I'd rather crack my brain over exams and projects than going to work and doing the same thing everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that is happening to me right now, dear me, please endure. Another week has passed so its 2 down, 7 more to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-8064004608788915405?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/8064004608788915405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=8064004608788915405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/8064004608788915405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/8064004608788915405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-life-is-so-mundane-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-8044324570946638465</id><published>2011-01-09T10:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T10:32:01.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TSkchS1ZrPI/AAAAAAAAB6g/Ukue156FNdU/s1600/faan_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560006573282667762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TSkchS1ZrPI/AAAAAAAAB6g/Ukue156FNdU/s320/faan_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its Monday tomorrow and for some reason, I'm looking forward for it.&lt;br /&gt;My life is so mundane now. Everyday I have to go through the same routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss Mr Boncet. :(&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/47980652754437136-8044324570946638465?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/8044324570946638465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=8044324570946638465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/8044324570946638465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/8044324570946638465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-monday-tomorrow-and-for-some-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TSkchS1ZrPI/AAAAAAAAB6g/Ukue156FNdU/s72-c/faan_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-2756042185866888479</id><published>2011-01-05T20:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T21:23:44.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TSRoWXWYP9I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/0_4SdRljY4s/s1600/58023_465044213380_675623380_5602326_2048437_n22222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558682573516324818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TSRoWXWYP9I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/0_4SdRljY4s/s320/58023_465044213380_675623380_5602326_2048437_n22222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I read a few of my oldest blog post starting from when I was 16 years old and the nostalgic feeling is here. Awww, I miss the old times during my secondary school life back then, before everyone moves on after graduation. Can I like, rewind back to be in those time for a while? In that way, I can also be younger again. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I'm going to be 19. Hahahahaha. Growing old. And this year is going to be my last year being a teenager but after that, I think I'm still going to be young at heart. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was it so far? Not that very bad I guess. Kind of relaxing, but still tiring. Lol. Thanks to you, for the ride home last night. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Hehe. Don't trouble yourself in doing such thing again, okay? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke. And I realised that I have been saying that I'm broke. Tsk. But the thing is, I have a list of things to shop for. I HAVE YET TO GET MYSELF A REWARD. I wanna buy this, I wanna buy that. After all this, nothing more that that. Okay? Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-2756042185866888479?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/2756042185866888479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=2756042185866888479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/2756042185866888479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/2756042185866888479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-read-few-of-my-oldest-blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TSRoWXWYP9I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/0_4SdRljY4s/s72-c/58023_465044213380_675623380_5602326_2048437_n22222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-7946001390741105855</id><published>2011-01-01T14:48:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T15:55:09.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My new year resolution for 2011?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get myself to higher NITEC.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get a good paying weekend job.&lt;br /&gt;3. Start saving money for my future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be starting my attachment the day after tomorrow, and no more going to class for lessons. I miss the times we had as a class. Here are some of the many many pictures we took throughout our learning journey together. And I must say that, I've never taken so many pictures regarding school until I step into ITE. Haha. Pictures are not in order. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7VRtcHcFI/AAAAAAAAB6A/BBcJxv1I410/s1600/76074_1558389573998_1663022521_1260020_7399362_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557113490453786706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7VRtcHcFI/AAAAAAAAB6A/BBcJxv1I410/s320/76074_1558389573998_1663022521_1260020_7399362_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7VRS6UyuI/AAAAAAAAB54/_UdgyUTKY64/s1600/148685_1558388213964_1663022521_1260004_3276976_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557113483332733666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7VRS6UyuI/AAAAAAAAB54/_UdgyUTKY64/s320/148685_1558388213964_1663022521_1260004_3276976_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7VRCyS4II/AAAAAAAAB5w/nhCfJzAY69A/s1600/74127_1558389333992_1663022521_1260017_112055_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557113479004086402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7VRCyS4II/AAAAAAAAB5w/nhCfJzAY69A/s320/74127_1558389333992_1663022521_1260017_112055_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7VQ3Xf0QI/AAAAAAAAB5o/6VEe5bv4xxs/s1600/76210_1558388853980_1663022521_1260012_6664751_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557113475938898178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7VQ3Xf0QI/AAAAAAAAB5o/6VEe5bv4xxs/s320/76210_1558388853980_1663022521_1260012_6664751_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7VQu6YBSI/AAAAAAAAB5g/yeqQx6wUXEA/s1600/72196_1558389053985_1663022521_1260014_8171872_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557113473669268770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7VQu6YBSI/AAAAAAAAB5g/yeqQx6wUXEA/s320/72196_1558389053985_1663022521_1260014_8171872_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Random times. Webcam in class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7UTLr0sdI/AAAAAAAAB5I/mydQ0GPV2fQ/s1600/150844_1581058100697_1663022521_1299304_1137935_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557112416240972242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7UTLr0sdI/AAAAAAAAB5I/mydQ0GPV2fQ/s320/150844_1581058100697_1663022521_1299304_1137935_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7US3UP26I/AAAAAAAAB5A/VPCI9-7vb20/s1600/155040_459896688991_599728991_5609405_5822367_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557112410773380002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7US3UP26I/AAAAAAAAB5A/VPCI9-7vb20/s320/155040_459896688991_599728991_5609405_5822367_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7Tz_IFTTI/AAAAAAAAB44/KK9u3Gw-FF8/s1600/150555_464533938380_675623380_5593929_3667929_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557111880293895474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7Tz_IFTTI/AAAAAAAAB44/KK9u3Gw-FF8/s320/150555_464533938380_675623380_5593929_3667929_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trip to Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7TzhSjP0I/AAAAAAAAB4w/ymTr0aui77g/s1600/60880_1386972963341_1502564794_30874431_8223287_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557111872284737346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7TzhSjP0I/AAAAAAAAB4w/ymTr0aui77g/s320/60880_1386972963341_1502564794_30874431_8223287_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7Tzk2GhLI/AAAAAAAAB4o/4lHlL-AO1kM/s1600/47165_424558548380_675623380_4898429_3866897_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557111873239155890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7Tzk2GhLI/AAAAAAAAB4o/4lHlL-AO1kM/s320/47165_424558548380_675623380_4898429_3866897_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teacher's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7TzWB2QxI/AAAAAAAAB4g/C3vqUcXni_Q/s1600/66702_437240598380_675623380_5165959_7662338_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557111869261890322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7TzWB2QxI/AAAAAAAAB4g/C3vqUcXni_Q/s320/66702_437240598380_675623380_5165959_7662338_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Class chalet @ Aloha Loyang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7S8zRL1vI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/FmKBfItsLhU/s1600/73800_449559023380_675623380_5385534_7638297_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557110932218042098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7S8zRL1vI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/FmKBfItsLhU/s320/73800_449559023380_675623380_5385534_7638297_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Golf Session @ Mandai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7SKx-ZxTI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/ZLtorQYzDag/s1600/40255_1349257860487_1502564794_30788619_3695043_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557110072877368626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7SKx-ZxTI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/ZLtorQYzDag/s320/40255_1349257860487_1502564794_30788619_3695043_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557109282961551234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7RczTy74I/AAAAAAAAB4I/43ALkD7jusw/s320/11.jpg" /&gt; Mini concert performed by a group of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557116150881044386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7XskTZx6I/AAAAAAAAB6I/cahFEaPsWyc/s320/77194_1560171938556_1663022521_1263534_5131901_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-7946001390741105855?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/7946001390741105855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=7946001390741105855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/7946001390741105855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/7946001390741105855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-new-year-resolution-for-2011-1.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TR7VRtcHcFI/AAAAAAAAB6A/BBcJxv1I410/s72-c/76074_1558389573998_1663022521_1260020_7399362_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-4803110391864877332</id><published>2010-12-31T10:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T11:19:11.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't love someone who is beautiful, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but love the one that can make your life beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this quote somewhere and I have to agree to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's the last day of 2010, what have I learnt / gone through this year? I've learnt about failure, success... And love. I met new people, and there are those that made an impact on my life. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has its ups and downs. No matter how perfect or how good you want it to be, it will never go exactly the way you want it to be. I want my life to be care-free and filled with never ending happiness, and I know its definately impossible. Time moves forward, and it never waits for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, life is short. Enjoy it while it lasts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR, PEOPLE. :)&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/47980652754437136-4803110391864877332?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/4803110391864877332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=4803110391864877332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4803110391864877332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4803110391864877332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-love-someone-who-is-beautiful-but.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-4059913413005673291</id><published>2010-12-25T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T19:44:42.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TRXIDEU44pI/AAAAAAAAB30/zVhfSpur5jw/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554565670457893522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TRXIDEU44pI/AAAAAAAAB30/zVhfSpur5jw/s320/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What if, there is really two of me? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Tron last night and because of the movie, I reached home late. All thanks to me for choosing a late timing. And lesson learnt: Never plan of going home past midnight when you're broke. Theres no way you're going to get yourself home if you don't have extra cash for taxi when theres no personal transportation or when public services has ended. Lucky for me, I can still make my way home by train even at pass 1AM. Haha! Must be due to Christmas eve, they extended the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of Christmas, work have been busy and messy. There are piles of boxes at my workplace and they are not Christmas gifts, but customers' ordered items. Taking the orders are much more energy-saving than giving them out. -.- &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;br /&gt;And speaking of work, I will be starting my attachment on 3rd january. May everything goes on smoothly on my first day. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-4059913413005673291?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/4059913413005673291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=4059913413005673291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4059913413005673291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4059913413005673291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-if-there-is-really-two-of-me-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TRXIDEU44pI/AAAAAAAAB30/zVhfSpur5jw/s72-c/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-7443694202507836173</id><published>2010-12-20T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T18:53:08.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's monday, people are having their monday blues for having to go to work and such, and I'm enjoying the day doing nothing. Lol. I did something actually. Went out with mum and Irfan for a few hours and now I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost trimmed my hair at a hair salon just now, but ended up I didn't due to the wrong information we got and bad customer service. Malas nak kerja balik sudah. Semalas aku nak kerja, aku tak sampai nak tunjuk perangai kat customer. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with two weeks before its over for me. Its going to be the end of my journey at my current job. The only thing I'm going to miss is working in an environment that I'm used to. I'm moving on for attachment and I have to adjust to the change of environment. Surely I have to be the noob new comer before I know everything. Haha. Theres always a first time in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of life... Life really IS short. When I think about my own plans for the future, I count the number of years to the things that I would like to do, it seems short. Future plans? Yes, I've got my own plans for my own future. Heh. And I planned it by years. Whatever happens within that year, its entirely up to the flow of life. Lol. I know life won't go exactly the way you want it to be, thats when the alternative comes in. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis is following my footstep in joining my course. Lol. I want to be who I want to be. I don't care about what my dad ever said, I'm sticking to the educational route that I want. I'm stubborn when it comes to this. Hahahahaha. Mum used to say about the same thing as dad does, but now she's okay. Lol. I don't care what you might want to say, I'm sticking to what I want. Its my life, my choice. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-7443694202507836173?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/7443694202507836173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=7443694202507836173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/7443694202507836173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/7443694202507836173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/12/todays-monday-people-are-having-their.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-1812419833029005346</id><published>2010-12-19T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T22:19:28.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TQ3HjWd3LeI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/rFByklGABHk/s1600/img041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552313325757869538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TQ3HjWd3LeI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/rFByklGABHk/s320/img041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Congrats to Yana on her engagement today. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-1812419833029005346?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/1812419833029005346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=1812419833029005346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/1812419833029005346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/1812419833029005346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/12/congrats-to-yana-on-her-engagement.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TQ3HjWd3LeI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/rFByklGABHk/s72-c/img041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-5697331095162584028</id><published>2010-12-16T10:56:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T12:51:41.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TQmD1yxeuLI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/o87Mj9439eQ/s1600/tumblr_lb80teTMiZ1qb0xr0o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551112975896459442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TQmD1yxeuLI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/o87Mj9439eQ/s320/tumblr_lb80teTMiZ1qb0xr0o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUGIS &gt; ORCHARD &gt; QUEENSWAY &gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VIVO&lt;/span&gt; CITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Went to four different places yesterday, and I didn't shop for a single thing. All I spend on was food and drinks. The one who did all the shopping at all these different places we went was, Mr Masai. I guess this is what happen when someone hasn't gone shopping for years, and I must say that it was the first time I see a guy shop with bulky plastic bags at the end of the day. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! I always see the opposite. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. Next time is going to be my turn to shop! Exactly when, I don't know. I'm broke for this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in overall, it was a great day spent with you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's home menu is going to be spaghetti and mum asked me to do the cooking. I said no because I'm plain lazy. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Not that I don't know how to cook it. Its simple, yet I'm lazy. I want to do the eating instead. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I just remembered something. I need to do a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reflection&lt;/span&gt; journal about the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong trip. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pfft&lt;/span&gt;. Why must we do it out of the sudden? And not to mention, 500 words? Why weren't we given some paper with questions at the end of the trip to fill up our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feedbacks&lt;/span&gt;? That would be much more easier. 500 words of reflection sounds more like an essay to me. Whatever it is, I'm still going to do it later on. Wonder if I can reach up to 500 words. Maybe, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised something. I ever said to myself that I wanted to reward myself with something for getting good exam grades last semester. I haven't got anything rewarding for myself yet. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last semester's GPA was totally way beyond my expectation, what about the final one? I don't know if I will see the same number I want to see again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-5697331095162584028?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/5697331095162584028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=5697331095162584028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5697331095162584028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5697331095162584028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/12/vivo-city-went-to-four-different-places.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TQmD1yxeuLI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/o87Mj9439eQ/s72-c/tumblr_lb80teTMiZ1qb0xr0o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-183916018054309111</id><published>2010-12-13T13:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T15:26:25.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why are you adding doubts to me? Now my head is heavy with thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to say that I can't live without you, because I can. But without you, my heart and mind won't be at ease. You're the one who always make me smile and I'm glued to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept late, and I woke up late. Kind of shocked when I checked the time, because I rarely wake up that late. Lol. Today is a stay home day, going to rot all the way since I've got no plans at all. Might be baking cookies later. Have to wait for mum to be home with eggs and butter, that if she remembers to buy it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my pay and like I've expected, I will get so little. All thanks to the two weeks off. I asked for one weekend of day off but instead, I got two. How to go shopping like this? Pfft. Don't think about shopping, I need to learn how to save money. I need to save money. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-183916018054309111?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/183916018054309111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=183916018054309111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/183916018054309111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/183916018054309111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-are-you-adding-doubts-to-me-now-my.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-3247476767171942346</id><published>2010-12-09T13:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T14:16:30.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My one &amp;amp; only exam is over, and its time to enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need to worry about going for interviews for attachment because I got myself into Club 21; Armani. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed with the fact that I failed the interview for the scholarship thingy. I was close to getting 2K, but in the end... Well, just not my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, my instincts told me that I did better for the job interview as compared to the scholarship interview and the outcome tells me that I'm actually right. Its okay, being able to get a place for attachment is what that matters for now. I hope that one day, I can actually earn that amount myself in the future. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day of attachment is drawing near, which means that we're graduating soon. I will always remember the times we had together, RH. No regrets in making a step into ITE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kind of random but, &lt;div align="center"&gt;I WANT TO GO SHOPPINGGG. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right beside or far apart, you will always be in my heart &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/47980652754437136-3247476767171942346?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/3247476767171942346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=3247476767171942346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/3247476767171942346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/3247476767171942346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-one-only-exam-is-over-and-its-time.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-3659905690773599448</id><published>2010-12-04T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T19:32:00.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPofMMaWQBI/AAAAAAAAB3A/mTLcNrRnSZw/s1600/204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546780185410813970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPofMMaWQBI/AAAAAAAAB3A/mTLcNrRnSZw/s320/204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I miss Hong Kong. I miss spending time there. I miss the atmosphere. I miss shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Can I go there again, pretty please? I don't mind having to go on instant noodle diet for days. Infact I don't get hungry that easily when I'm so occupied with shopping, really. That shows that I love shopping more than eating? Well... I love both lah. Haha! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still shop here in Singapore, just that I need to take control of the money that I'm spending, not till I drop. And speaking of shopping, I'm going shopping with someone one day. Have to find the time when we're both free. I've been busy. Theres always things for me to do, places that I need to go. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like this month is another busy month for me, despite the fact that I have the one and only exam. I've got interviews to go for and of course work. I'm quitting my job real soon. Going on for attachment in less than a month time. Going to be more busy when it starts since I will be like a working full-timer. But as much as possible, I will try to find time for myself to enjoy. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year is approaching, people! Its going to be the start of a brand new begining. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-3659905690773599448?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/3659905690773599448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=3659905690773599448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/3659905690773599448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/3659905690773599448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-miss-hong-kong.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPofMMaWQBI/AAAAAAAAB3A/mTLcNrRnSZw/s72-c/204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-1953820702539130151</id><published>2010-12-01T18:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:05:24.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello December &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got two interviews to go to and I'm nervous by just at the thought of it. &lt;br /&gt;Hope that everything goes on smoothly and may both of it be successful. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-1953820702539130151?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/1953820702539130151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=1953820702539130151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/1953820702539130151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/1953820702539130151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-december-ive-got-interview-at.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-8881269973852648487</id><published>2010-11-29T14:12:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T17:54:46.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Its good to be home but Hong Kong, &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I really had fun in Hong Kong with my RH mates. The time we spent together are now left with memories and pictures are the best in making those special moments stay. Here are some of the many many pictures taken before and during the trip. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNTdLZtWpI/AAAAAAAAB1w/DjnS0iZTX9Q/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544867326965144210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNTdLZtWpI/AAAAAAAAB1w/DjnS0iZTX9Q/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNTb1iB9bI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/MHCePyUnDuk/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544867303914599858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNTb1iB9bI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/MHCePyUnDuk/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNTbhD5X_I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/yEPUKFvndTI/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544867298419498994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNTbhD5X_I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/yEPUKFvndTI/s320/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNShfasmMI/AAAAAAAAB00/MkIg9g9XhiE/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544866301545846978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNShfasmMI/AAAAAAAAB00/MkIg9g9XhiE/s320/064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNSgxmu5JI/AAAAAAAAB0s/UGDBtEej9Nw/s1600/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544866289248298130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNSgxmu5JI/AAAAAAAAB0s/UGDBtEej9Nw/s320/065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNSgk0mkEI/AAAAAAAAB0k/JCpAdQeCRI4/s1600/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544866285816811586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNSgk0mkEI/AAAAAAAAB0k/JCpAdQeCRI4/s320/067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNRKAXILpI/AAAAAAAAB0c/3vp75NZw6I4/s1600/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544864798560759442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNRKAXILpI/AAAAAAAAB0c/3vp75NZw6I4/s320/070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNRJ7P5eNI/AAAAAAAAB0U/REJuQ94W1FQ/s1600/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544864797188258002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNRJ7P5eNI/AAAAAAAAB0U/REJuQ94W1FQ/s320/090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNRJuoJsYI/AAAAAAAAB0M/Qs_hcXMGMEs/s1600/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544864793800323458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNRJuoJsYI/AAAAAAAAB0M/Qs_hcXMGMEs/s320/091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNRJKgr0TI/AAAAAAAAB0E/1KYJabErStA/s1600/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544864784105328946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNRJKgr0TI/AAAAAAAAB0E/1KYJabErStA/s320/105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNRI-DWO0I/AAAAAAAABz8/WnI6PKXkOc4/s1600/111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544864780761054018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNRI-DWO0I/AAAAAAAABz8/WnI6PKXkOc4/s320/111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNQD0M9F9I/AAAAAAAABzs/FTmLAy2HnEY/s1600/136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544863592706021330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNQD0M9F9I/AAAAAAAABzs/FTmLAy2HnEY/s320/136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNQDazjq-I/AAAAAAAABzk/0vr1iAG2oj8/s1600/154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544863585888611298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNQDazjq-I/AAAAAAAABzk/0vr1iAG2oj8/s320/154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNQCF3YchI/AAAAAAAABzU/wWdTOb5mQKI/s1600/162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544863563087639058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNQCF3YchI/AAAAAAAABzU/wWdTOb5mQKI/s320/162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNO5Dlyt7I/AAAAAAAABzM/UhKyfUVttpY/s1600/169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544862308346542002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNO5Dlyt7I/AAAAAAAABzM/UhKyfUVttpY/s320/169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNO4yTDQpI/AAAAAAAABzE/9gzQbTHg4D4/s1600/184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544862303704531602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNO4yTDQpI/AAAAAAAABzE/9gzQbTHg4D4/s320/184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNO4IH-gGI/AAAAAAAABy8/xLEQVWl8Yvs/s1600/201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544862292383793250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNO4IH-gGI/AAAAAAAABy8/xLEQVWl8Yvs/s320/201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNO3n3ZIQI/AAAAAAAABy0/kFosIWK2Chc/s1600/203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544862283724300546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNO3n3ZIQI/AAAAAAAABy0/kFosIWK2Chc/s320/203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNO3bcLkCI/AAAAAAAABys/x8vTP3aH02A/s1600/204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544862280388939810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNO3bcLkCI/AAAAAAAABys/x8vTP3aH02A/s320/204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNNrXq_FoI/AAAAAAAAByk/21X_0bXq6JU/s1600/206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544860973707236994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNNrXq_FoI/AAAAAAAAByk/21X_0bXq6JU/s320/206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNNrCD1g9I/AAAAAAAAByc/nEijUVR-Lhc/s1600/233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544860967905887186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNNrCD1g9I/AAAAAAAAByc/nEijUVR-Lhc/s320/233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNNqBYLGJI/AAAAAAAAByM/Sb1cCfnpgTc/s1600/237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544860950542882962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNNqBYLGJI/AAAAAAAAByM/Sb1cCfnpgTc/s320/237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNNp48roQI/AAAAAAAAByE/8Jlx7StypFw/s1600/244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544860948280090882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNNp48roQI/AAAAAAAAByE/8Jlx7StypFw/s320/244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNMaOTtr2I/AAAAAAAABx8/v0Q1huQcW_s/s1600/245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544859579624304482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNMaOTtr2I/AAAAAAAABx8/v0Q1huQcW_s/s320/245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNMZ0u5nKI/AAAAAAAABx0/L9hRDUhsTzo/s1600/246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544859572759010466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNMZ0u5nKI/AAAAAAAABx0/L9hRDUhsTzo/s320/246.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNMY_OPk5I/AAAAAAAABxk/HVHJKFc9-fY/s1600/278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544859558394958738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNMY_OPk5I/AAAAAAAABxk/HVHJKFc9-fY/s320/278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNMYqTqVAI/AAAAAAAABxc/K0PowHGr-Pw/s1600/284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544859552780538882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNMYqTqVAI/AAAAAAAABxc/K0PowHGr-Pw/s320/284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNLNhEMBoI/AAAAAAAABxU/3GJ6slIOIV4/s1600/306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544858261809530498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNLNhEMBoI/AAAAAAAABxU/3GJ6slIOIV4/s320/306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544884360275601314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNi8pbYp6I/AAAAAAAAB24/coBk4EoVgD8/s320/332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNi6i94BGI/AAAAAAAAB2g/VI7ln3sEp7s/s1600/337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544884324181476450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNi6i94BGI/AAAAAAAAB2g/VI7ln3sEp7s/s320/337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNi6P1958I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/5pbYVvpYSo4/s1600/346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544884319048034242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNi6P1958I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/5pbYVvpYSo4/s320/346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNhpovvxdI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/BrWi9tQ_-fw/s1600/347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544882934163424722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNhpovvxdI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/BrWi9tQ_-fw/s320/347.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNYr37zFYI/AAAAAAAAB2I/AW-Xcz38yDY/s1600/348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544873076995593602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNYr37zFYI/AAAAAAAAB2I/AW-Xcz38yDY/s320/348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNYrEfcX_I/AAAAAAAAB2A/kHJyuexX9Ek/s1600/349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544873063186456562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNYrEfcX_I/AAAAAAAAB2A/kHJyuexX9Ek/s320/349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNYq_mW_nI/AAAAAAAAB14/wK_HkOZiDf8/s1600/350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544873061873286770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNYq_mW_nI/AAAAAAAAB14/wK_HkOZiDf8/s320/350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNLNK_MGdI/AAAAAAAABxM/LxVsbtNwjFo/s1600/317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544858255882983890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNLNK_MGdI/AAAAAAAABxM/LxVsbtNwjFo/s320/317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNLMJSoeXI/AAAAAAAABxE/XgUoRP8uGpk/s1600/338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544858238247795058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNLMJSoeXI/AAAAAAAABxE/XgUoRP8uGpk/s320/338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNLLtlkRjI/AAAAAAAABw8/9ONsEazpT6g/s1600/364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544858230811018802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNLLtlkRjI/AAAAAAAABw8/9ONsEazpT6g/s320/364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNLLWSnJoI/AAAAAAAABw0/bO46LUBY8Sw/s1600/379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544858224557500034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNLLWSnJoI/AAAAAAAABw0/bO46LUBY8Sw/s320/379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNJrj0hraI/AAAAAAAABws/UHBDuH-oGsg/s1600/388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544856578921967010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNJrj0hraI/AAAAAAAABws/UHBDuH-oGsg/s320/388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNJrGKmYvI/AAAAAAAABwk/cxUGwPmC4mE/s1600/433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544856570961486578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNJrGKmYvI/AAAAAAAABwk/cxUGwPmC4mE/s320/433.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNJq3IuM5I/AAAAAAAABwc/ab1G7-cIT50/s1600/557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544856566927078290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNJq3IuM5I/AAAAAAAABwc/ab1G7-cIT50/s320/557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNJqQ-vF4I/AAAAAAAABwU/Xn9ov0lqroU/s1600/564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544856556684646274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNJqQ-vF4I/AAAAAAAABwU/Xn9ov0lqroU/s320/564.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNJqMpstpI/AAAAAAAABwM/me-M5A7ENqM/s1600/583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544856555522668178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNJqMpstpI/AAAAAAAABwM/me-M5A7ENqM/s320/583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;More pictures will be uploaded on Facebook soon. Too many pictures that I feel lazy to do the uploading now. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wonder if I will ever step into Hong Kong again someday.&lt;br /&gt;Will I? Maybe, maybe not...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-8881269973852648487?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/8881269973852648487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=8881269973852648487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/8881269973852648487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/8881269973852648487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-good-to-be-home-but-hong-kong-im.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TPNTdLZtWpI/AAAAAAAAB1w/DjnS0iZTX9Q/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-1892199416271400407</id><published>2010-11-24T20:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T21:06:29.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Flying off in a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;HONG KONG, HERE I COME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; ♥&lt;br /&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/47980652754437136-1892199416271400407?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/1892199416271400407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=1892199416271400407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/1892199416271400407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/1892199416271400407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/11/hong-kong-here-i-come.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-4119031907464916382</id><published>2010-11-21T08:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T09:06:32.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Good morning world, its a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; morning! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm up quite early without having the alarm to wake me up. Weird huh? During the weekdays when I have to go to school, I have some trouble waking up. I'm quite an early riser actually, but I rise early at the wrong day. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. But thanks to you, for making the effort to wake me up during the weekdays. And because of you, I can make it to school early. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm off to town later to do the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VM&lt;/span&gt; project work. And speaking of it, we will be having another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VM&lt;/span&gt; project work tomorrow. I can say that the one we have to do tomorrow is more troublesome because we have to bring our own props to make our display. And it'll be the first time I'm going to strip people off! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, Strip mannequins and dress them up, not a real person okay. I'm not a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chikopek&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I talked a bit about marriage last night. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Not that I'm excited to get married, but somehow I happened to talked about it. It may be exciting to some but for me, its quite scary. Because I don't think about the part where you can spend the rest of your life with your love partner, I think about the responsibilities that will be added on to ourselves. So yeah. To me, more responsibilities = scariness. And I don't want to be someone who can't carry our their responsibilities because it sounds so irresponsible. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. So yeah. Okay, shall not elaborate any &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;further&lt;/span&gt;. I think if I do, this post will be like an essay. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; November is approaching really really soon! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my toiletries but I haven't pack my things. Need to do that soon, hopefully by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;? I don't want to do last &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;minute&lt;/span&gt; packing cause I hate to rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, on the 23rd November, there will be flavoured &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;popcorns&lt;/span&gt; for sale in school. Hopefully business will the good. May success be with us. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TOhmvm4n1SI/AAAAAAAABv8/PkDsdgKIBo4/s1600/155040_459896688991_599728991_5609405_5822367_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541792309557318946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TOhmvm4n1SI/AAAAAAAABv8/PkDsdgKIBo4/s320/155040_459896688991_599728991_5609405_5822367_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-4119031907464916382?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/4119031907464916382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=4119031907464916382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4119031907464916382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4119031907464916382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-morning-world-its-sunday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TOhmvm4n1SI/AAAAAAAABv8/PkDsdgKIBo4/s72-c/155040_459896688991_599728991_5609405_5822367_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-2928167663553159422</id><published>2010-11-16T18:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T11:57:26.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hiii&lt;/span&gt;. I just got back home from school, and I got myself wet in the rain. I think if I didn't walk the long way to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LRT&lt;/span&gt; just now, I would have gotten myself totally soaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School these few days have been really stressful for me! I've got one more week to complete 3 projects and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; it. Nightmare on projects is going to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;overrr&lt;/span&gt;! A day after the submission of our projects is the day when I can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; enjoy. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SBM&lt;/span&gt; presentation just now and I think my group did pretty okay. Luckily that witch wasn't the only one there for the class. And she seem to be much more "nicer" as compared to that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; eh? Don't think that you smile or talk in a nice way just now, I'll change my views on you. I still think that you're a witch. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, one project down and left with the ones that have to be submitted on the very same day. And other than that, it'll be the day where we will be doing our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SBM&lt;/span&gt; pushcart project. Thankfully my group have found a supplier and we now have things to sell. I really hope that my group can earn the money we fork out or better still, double of what we fork out. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; all I have to say for now. In conclusion, I'm stressed up over projects right now. Boo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-2928167663553159422?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/2928167663553159422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=2928167663553159422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/2928167663553159422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/2928167663553159422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/11/hiii.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-7377783722481927900</id><published>2010-11-13T10:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T11:25:56.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TN379VPYXlI/AAAAAAAABvk/3LqHV10HkeY/s1600/39557_1558389253990_1663022521_1260016_240349_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538858967108109362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TN364mt3RDI/AAAAAAAABts/JmPlWkmJMzQ/s320/75613_1558387853955_1663022521_1260000_3834610_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-7377783722481927900?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/7377783722481927900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=7377783722481927900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/7377783722481927900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/7377783722481927900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TN379VPYXlI/AAAAAAAABvk/3LqHV10HkeY/s72-c/39557_1558389253990_1663022521_1260016_240349_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-9202581410412570156</id><published>2010-11-12T15:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T16:08:49.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'M FUCKING PISSED OFF. I almost lose my temper, but luckily I didn't. Lucky for you, and very lucky for me. I think if I were to lose all my temper on you just now, I would have gotten myself into trouble, like seriously. Cannot take your fucking attitude. Macam sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are reasons why sometimes when I'm unhappy, I still keep quiet. It dosen't mean that I don't know how to fight back. I just chose not to because I think about myself. I don't want to make things worst for me or in the recent situation to get myself into hot soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;READ BETWEEN THE LINES,&lt;/span&gt; bitch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-9202581410412570156?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/9202581410412570156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=9202581410412570156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/9202581410412570156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/9202581410412570156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-fucking-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-4734276149604740476</id><published>2010-11-09T15:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T17:59:07.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm excited for 25th November. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Talking about it with my classmates makes it even more exciting. Can see that those who are going are excited. I want to do one of my favourite things to do, which is shopping! Hehe. Fauzi told me about the Vans store there in HK and yeah, I wanna take a look at it and shop! And we all are planning of staying overnight before our flight. But plan has yet to be confirmed. Hoho. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently home alone right now, and I'm home early from school cause I skipped the last lesson. Okay, we don't call it a lesson cause there is no lesson during this SBM. Lol. Was supposed to help WJ in marking the attendance, but I ended up passing the file back to him. Sorry, chairman. Hahaha. I know I'm your assistant, but you can't "fire" me. You told me that I'm "fired" but you still handover the attendance file back to me anyway. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we took our class photo just now! Haha. I almost have to stand at the last row with the guys but I ended up standing at the center. I'm going to miss RH when we all go on our separate ways for attachment and eventually, graduate. But at the same time, I can't wait for January to come because I want to escape from somewhere. Not the school nor the class, but somewhere else. I don't know how am I supposed to say that I wanna leave. Somehow my mouth just shuts whenever I have the right time to say it out though inside me, I have the strong urge. Am I unwilling to go? Nonono. Don't think so. Maybe I'm just afraid that I can't leave. Lol. Okay me, you still have to say it out. If not how are you going set yourself free? Just wait for the day that you're planning of doing it, and do it. Make sure you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you is equal to hurting you and it is also equal to leaving myself with hurt because you're somebody to me. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-4734276149604740476?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/4734276149604740476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=4734276149604740476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4734276149604740476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4734276149604740476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-excited-for-25th-november.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-829653777384544973</id><published>2010-11-07T10:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T11:54:33.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TNYhbgkWbgI/AAAAAAAABs8/xuGkqsoSo2M/s1600/73175_449559143380_675623380_5385540_4204425_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536649548381187586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TNYhbgkWbgI/AAAAAAAABs8/xuGkqsoSo2M/s320/73175_449559143380_675623380_5385540_4204425_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TNYLIvDO1oI/AAAAAAAABs0/_DpxmdHtMK8/s1600/73800_449559023380_675623380_5385534_7638297_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536625036595484290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TNYLIvDO1oI/AAAAAAAABs0/_DpxmdHtMK8/s320/73800_449559023380_675623380_5385534_7638297_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TNYLIqOma6I/AAAAAAAABss/TGC7zoSN1Kg/s1600/149481_449559133380_675623380_5385539_1710188_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536625035300989858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TNYLIqOma6I/AAAAAAAABss/TGC7zoSN1Kg/s320/149481_449559133380_675623380_5385539_1710188_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TNYLIbw4PnI/AAAAAAAABsk/DGpmUGj7_MQ/s1600/39554_449557213380_675623380_5385461_7879210_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536625031418232434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TNYLIbw4PnI/AAAAAAAABsk/DGpmUGj7_MQ/s320/39554_449557213380_675623380_5385461_7879210_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pix from golf session with RH. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a number of things to countdown for and as days goes by, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the number of days are getting lesser. :) &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/47980652754437136-829653777384544973?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/829653777384544973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=829653777384544973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/829653777384544973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/829653777384544973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/11/pix-from-golf-session-with-rh.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TNYhbgkWbgI/AAAAAAAABs8/xuGkqsoSo2M/s72-c/73175_449559143380_675623380_5385540_4204425_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-1648905072543696407</id><published>2010-11-05T11:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T12:52:26.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I regretted watching The Last Exorcism last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I find it a total waste of my time and money. I don't like movies without a proper ending. Should have watched Megamind instead. Actually wanted to watch it after The Last Exorcism, but because I'm broke, we didn't. Yes, I'm officially broke. Its just somewhere in the begining of the month and I'm already broke? How sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm using up my pay for Hong kong. That's why. Lol. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 MORE DAYS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA. Someone gave me the bored face whenever I kept telling him about the trip. :P&lt;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;But days within this 20 days before the trip, I have a project to complete. I've made a number of signages and I shall make my first submission on monday. And and, I must really really find a time to study. And and I need more sleep. My panda eyes is getting worst. Lol.&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;br /&gt;Today and the weekends is definitely going to be boring for me. I'm waiting for the day till I'm no longer a part of it. I stayed, because of a reason but when I'm leaving, nobody can make me stay. I hope that after this, I'm going to land on the one that I'm happy with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-1648905072543696407?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/1648905072543696407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=1648905072543696407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/1648905072543696407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/1648905072543696407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-regretted-watching-last-exorcism-last.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-4989762824881138865</id><published>2010-11-04T18:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T12:02:23.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TNKPXa5EolI/AAAAAAAABsc/zgr1FwbLpsA/s1600/loveyouskateboard_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535644524510224978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TNKPXa5EolI/AAAAAAAABsc/zgr1FwbLpsA/s320/loveyouskateboard_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello, hello. I'm back home from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mandai&lt;/span&gt;, after playing golf with the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well golf is pretty boring to me. And its actually much harder than it looks. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. I prefer playing bowling and of course badminton. Waiting for the time when I can play these two sports again. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went for the career fair at college East yesterday and went to several places with someone after that. Going to go out again later to watch a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;movie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;. Okay bye. :)&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/47980652754437136-4989762824881138865?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/4989762824881138865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=4989762824881138865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4989762824881138865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4989762824881138865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/11/hello-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TNKPXa5EolI/AAAAAAAABsc/zgr1FwbLpsA/s72-c/loveyouskateboard_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-4008282309471842452</id><published>2010-11-01T15:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:44:08.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TM5pAAybO9I/AAAAAAAABsU/rJlRVFdFU3U/s1600/69344_458521744274_595754274_5400733_7290079_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534476441017334738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TM5pAAybO9I/AAAAAAAABsU/rJlRVFdFU3U/s320/69344_458521744274_595754274_5400733_7290079_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Goodbye October, hellooo November. :)&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/47980652754437136-4008282309471842452?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/4008282309471842452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=4008282309471842452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4008282309471842452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4008282309471842452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/11/goodbye-october-hellooo-november.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TM5pAAybO9I/AAAAAAAABsU/rJlRVFdFU3U/s72-c/69344_458521744274_595754274_5400733_7290079_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-4228167274943988979</id><published>2010-10-31T08:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T08:36:58.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sleepy sunday morninggggg! Wish that I could go back to sleep, but I can't. I woke up a bit too early and I might as well stay up until its time for me to go to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept late last night as I got home late from last night's outing. And guess what? My phone alarm clock failed to ring again. Lucky I didn't overslept today but instead, I woke up early. Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going broke real soon, despite the fact that money's going to be in real soon. I need to save what I have for Hong Kong trip and spend less. Hmmm. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-4228167274943988979?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/4228167274943988979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=4228167274943988979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4228167274943988979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4228167274943988979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/10/sleepy-sunday-morninggggg-wish-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-6745523486238427531</id><published>2010-10-28T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T12:03:51.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TMl7vGoSGqI/AAAAAAAABrs/AkR6nNADPVM/s1600/tumblr_laz6f3SeYk1qbhvcno1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533089666365004450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TMl7vGoSGqI/AAAAAAAABrs/AkR6nNADPVM/s320/tumblr_laz6f3SeYk1qbhvcno1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm happy with the fact that I'm off this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;One of the rare days that I'm off from work on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone was being &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; nice to travel all the way to Orchard to find me and fetch me home last night. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. One of the reason for this is, the fear of not getting to meet this weekend. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! And instead of going straight home after dinner, we walk around despite the fact that it was getting late and I was already tired. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was I doing in Orchard on weekdays? Because of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RTP&lt;/span&gt; project of course. Went there as a class right after school in our home clothes. Walk around ION and I'm so going to get myself this new perfume from Body Shop. Will get it some time later I guess. For now I have to save up some money for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class did our push cart duty yesterday down at the Piazza. There were not much people around, sales was no good and there was only one customer from us. Which is our own class advisor. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. Had some fun though. The best part was when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fauzi&lt;/span&gt; did some "Just for laugh" joke. He got this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt; with a picture of a specimen money on it and fold the edges so that what could be seen was only the money itself. Then he pasted tape behind to make it look much neater. After that he started to put it on the floor to fool &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;passerby&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, there are people who really got fooled. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! People nowadays, are so MONEY FACED eh?! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still going to be down there doing the push cart duty again next week, hopefully sales would be much better. Hoho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-6745523486238427531?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/6745523486238427531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=6745523486238427531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/6745523486238427531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/6745523486238427531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-happy-with-fact-that-im-off-this.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TMl7vGoSGqI/AAAAAAAABrs/AkR6nNADPVM/s72-c/tumblr_laz6f3SeYk1qbhvcno1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-5850569187590535459</id><published>2010-10-25T17:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T19:46:47.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TMVa5WgWhlI/AAAAAAAABrk/HMkpOSFS8_A/s1600/065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531927658634839634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TMVa5WgWhlI/AAAAAAAABrk/HMkpOSFS8_A/s320/065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sooooo refreshed after having a cool shower! :D&lt;br /&gt;Played badminton during S&amp;amp;W till I sweat like nobody's business. Had swimming after that, but I ended up not getting into the pool cuase I was plain lazy to change. I'll swim next week I guess. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be having make up session again and we're going to take pictures for resume? Then the day after tomorrow, the whole class will be having our push carts duties and will be heading to town after that to do our project. Sounds fun, getting to go to town with the class but still have to crack my brains for the RTP project. Speaking of it, I had the RTP mock test just now and I did quite good for someone who didn't study for it. Er, I made an attempt to study last night but I ended up reading a few headlines and close the book after that. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday and friday, school as per usual. Nothing extra going on. Will be going out on the weekends after work. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months left before attachment, and I must say that time flies really fast and we are going to end our course real soon. Awwwh. Going to miss RH. And and by the end of two months, its also going to be the new year. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-5850569187590535459?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/5850569187590535459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=5850569187590535459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5850569187590535459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5850569187590535459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-sooooo-refreshed-after-having-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TMVa5WgWhlI/AAAAAAAABrk/HMkpOSFS8_A/s72-c/065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-3653923075469627313</id><published>2010-10-20T10:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T10:44:59.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TL5VPy2NfOI/AAAAAAAABqk/srG0FaC9nRE/s1600/67398_449402074639_668109639_5203377_8204024_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529951122293095650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TL5VPy2NfOI/AAAAAAAABqk/srG0FaC9nRE/s400/67398_449402074639_668109639_5203377_8204024_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My toilet partner. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello. I'm super late for school, but I still have the time to blog. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Today I start class at 8, and I woke up at 9. How great is that? My alarm clock failed to wake me up again. How could you, alarm clock! You were doing just fine for the past few days. I don't know if its me that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; hear the alarm or it really didn't ring. But I got the feeling that its the alarm that has the problem. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will only reach school at 11 plus. Don't wanna go in now cause they are having some talk. Never in my life I'm this late for school. Woo! -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum out of the sudden said that I might lacked of vitamin C. I think so too. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hoho&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-3653923075469627313?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/3653923075469627313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=3653923075469627313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/3653923075469627313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/3653923075469627313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-toilet-partner.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TL5VPy2NfOI/AAAAAAAABqk/srG0FaC9nRE/s72-c/67398_449402074639_668109639_5203377_8204024_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-427003269082856465</id><published>2010-10-19T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T10:45:13.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holaaa! I'm back home from school early today. Hehehe. But sad to say, I can't take a nap cause I've got to work later on. Tsk. School was pretty entertaining today, thanks to my funny classmates. Laughter is indeed the best medicine, and my sleepiness almost disappear by just watching what they can do. No lessons at all for today. Makeup session, walk around Shop N Save, lunch, relieved class, home. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my NAPHA test yesterday and a lot of people complained about muscle aches. Yes, my thighs are aching everytime I bend down, walking down the stairs or by just trying to sit. I don't know if I pass my stations in overall, but I know that I passed my 2.4. Torture is finally overrrrr! ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-427003269082856465?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/427003269082856465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=427003269082856465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/427003269082856465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/427003269082856465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/10/holaaa-im-back-home-from-school-early.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-2419020536111200791</id><published>2010-10-17T17:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T12:07:04.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TLrWHPrN2ZI/AAAAAAAABqU/0_qoN4hQmPI/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 370px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528966912505928082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TLrWHPrN2ZI/AAAAAAAABqU/0_qoN4hQmPI/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents is out on a date and sis is probably out skateboarding,&lt;br /&gt;so I'm home alone. And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;somehow&lt;/span&gt;, I'm feeling scared cause I'm having these flashbacks of the ghosts stories that I've recently heard about. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, I'll just blast the speakers so that my house won't seem so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually intended of going out but in the end, I'm stuck at home. I don't know why, but my feet feel so itchy wanting to move around and I'm so tempted to shop. And my legs is really itchy because of mosquito bites. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next two months I'm going to be like someone who has no life? Cause I have school till 5PM every single day (or maybe a bit early), and work on the weekends. Tell me, when do I ever have the time to go out? Well, even if my schedule is tight, I still manage to go out late in the afternoon. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HEHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But there will never be the day where I sit still at home and rot. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next three days will be tiring for me. I have to work right after school to replace someone. Especially tomorrow, cause I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NAPHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; test. And next week for PE we all are going for a swim in the school pool. I suck at swimming, but I enjoy playing with water. So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;funnn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And I can't wait for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Kong trip. Hopefully I can bring enough money for shopping. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Some people are two-in-one eh? Not only a liar, but also a pretender. Someone I know is. Lucky you're not my friend. If not, F-OFF. I know you're nice towards me, I'm still going to be nice towards you. I'm not mean and that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dosen't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mean that you could take advantage of me. Okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-2419020536111200791?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/2419020536111200791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=2419020536111200791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/2419020536111200791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/2419020536111200791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-parents-is-out-on-date-and-sis-is.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TLrWHPrN2ZI/AAAAAAAABqU/0_qoN4hQmPI/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-781797253408615786</id><published>2010-10-12T17:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:02:43.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TLRlC7MNPHI/AAAAAAAABqM/XoQahEJpJDM/s1600/64662_437221823380_675623380_5165151_6042096_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527153743613475954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TLRlC7MNPHI/AAAAAAAABqM/XoQahEJpJDM/s400/64662_437221823380_675623380_5165151_6042096_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M GOING HONG KONG BABY!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To those who want to follow, kindly make yourself comfortable and fit yourselves into my luggage okay? Haha! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ZZZ. Tomorrow another photoshoot? But I guess it will be a better one this time. I can't imagine my face will appear on a big big school banner. Don't know how big, but I was told that its gonna be big? And I really wonder, out of so many others, why am I selected? Lol. I'm not alone, still got Hafiz. Supposed to be Faiz, but he can't come to school. And and, theres two others from the other class. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One new project coming up. Its the second day of school of the new semester and project's here? Well, we're left with 2 month's plus before attachment. Hoho. For project, we're going to set up a mini business of our own. How exciting! Hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are two completely different human beings that share one thing in common.&lt;/em&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/47980652754437136-781797253408615786?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/781797253408615786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=781797253408615786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/781797253408615786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/781797253408615786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-going-hong-kong-baby-to-those-who.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TLRlC7MNPHI/AAAAAAAABqM/XoQahEJpJDM/s72-c/64662_437221823380_675623380_5165151_6042096_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-8245105226761427491</id><published>2010-10-09T13:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T14:30:26.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TLAEIshzJTI/AAAAAAAABqE/S_moOzR0fCw/s1600/66702_437240598380_675623380_5165959_7662338_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525921290221987122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TLAEIshzJTI/AAAAAAAABqE/S_moOzR0fCw/s400/66702_437240598380_675623380_5165959_7662338_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New school term begins the day after tomorrow. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New teachers, new module, new timetable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-8245105226761427491?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/8245105226761427491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=8245105226761427491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/8245105226761427491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/8245105226761427491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-school-term-begins-day-after.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TLAEIshzJTI/AAAAAAAABqE/S_moOzR0fCw/s72-c/66702_437240598380_675623380_5165959_7662338_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-8242113372839064870</id><published>2010-10-07T13:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T14:49:24.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TK1g_kwHLNI/AAAAAAAABp8/Chdq9s0WlPE/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525178963166964946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TK1g_kwHLNI/AAAAAAAABp8/Chdq9s0WlPE/s400/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; RH CLASS CHALET @ ALOHA LOYANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was fun and chaotic! Had fun during the one night stay with RH mates.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't sleep the whole night until the early morning; bbq-ing, dinner together, playing games, JW birthday bash and short night walk. I miss the atmosphere of having loud music blasted all over the room. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam results are out. What I got was way beyond my expectations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm very happy because its my first everrrrr! :')&lt;br /&gt;I still got to see it for myself and I want to reward myself with something. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always got these four words for you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You Make Me Smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-8242113372839064870?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/8242113372839064870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=8242113372839064870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/8242113372839064870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/8242113372839064870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/10/rh-class-chalet-aloha-loyang-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TK1g_kwHLNI/AAAAAAAABp8/Chdq9s0WlPE/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-6948150296181199303</id><published>2010-10-03T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T21:46:57.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TKiFPTwaQCI/AAAAAAAABp0/1g_wjt_Hxc0/s1600/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523811441017765922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TKiFPTwaQCI/AAAAAAAABp0/1g_wjt_Hxc0/s400/071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hellooo! I worked for 10 hours for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I hate to stay at my workplace that long, no matter how much I wish I don't need to work that long, I still did it! I SURVIVED. I worked much longer than this before and I survived too. More than 12 hours? Lol. Such a torture, but money's in. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more long hours for me please. Stick to my normal schedule okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a resting day for me. Tuesday will be meeting someone. Hehe. Wednesday and thursday class chalet. Friday, satuday and sunday work. That's my week starting from tomorrow. Hoho. In out in out of the house. Cannot sit still at home. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yaaa. I just remembered something! Will be getting my exam results on the 7th. OMGOMGOMG! Really hope that I will do well. *Fingers cross!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, I wanna rolls those balls! You know, those colourful and heavy ones! Hahaha. I'm talking about bowling lah. I wanna play bowling. :P &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="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I think the way I typed dosen't sound like I'm tired. But I am! Shall get my rest now! Till here then. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-6948150296181199303?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/6948150296181199303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=6948150296181199303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/6948150296181199303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/6948150296181199303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/10/hellooo-i-worked-for-10-hours-for-2.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TKiFPTwaQCI/AAAAAAAABp0/1g_wjt_Hxc0/s72-c/071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-6896453486689738753</id><published>2010-10-01T11:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T12:23:56.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whether if its through a text message or a phone call,&lt;br /&gt;seeing you face to face or just at the plain thought of you,&lt;br /&gt;you make me smile inside out. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&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/47980652754437136-6896453486689738753?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/6896453486689738753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=6896453486689738753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/6896453486689738753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/6896453486689738753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/10/whether-if-its-through-sms-or-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-2846020113985582426</id><published>2010-09-30T08:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T09:25:56.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TKPfOQ_sKSI/AAAAAAAABlk/n4vLjtSqKWM/s1600/0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522503004259625250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TKPfOQ_sKSI/AAAAAAAABlk/n4vLjtSqKWM/s400/0272.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 16 year old me at Sentosa. Hahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;My hair was short back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today is one of the days that I woke up early in the morning and can't go back to sleep after that. Tsk. Checked my Facebook and got a message regarding the GEP TRIP TO HONG KONG!!! I'm short listed, but that dosen't mean its guaranteed that I'm going cause some people will be kicked out due to budget. WTFish. Like giving people false hope? Neverrr in my life I get to go overseas with the school okay. Because last time, my school budget. More budget. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy, I'm going out again today. I'm really hoping that I will not get another text message saying that I have to go to work, last minute! Cause I will get irritated by it. I don't like last minute things, especially when it comes to work. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way! Last last night, I dreamt that I play hide-and-seek with my classmates. The funny thing is, we text each other while playing. Hahahahaha. I know I know, we're having a chalet soon and there will be games, but not hide-and-seek though. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all. Byeee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-2846020113985582426?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/2846020113985582426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=2846020113985582426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/2846020113985582426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/2846020113985582426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/09/16-year-old-me-at-sentosa.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TKPfOQ_sKSI/AAAAAAAABlk/n4vLjtSqKWM/s72-c/0272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-2117405121044745616</id><published>2010-09-27T10:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T13:30:48.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh how I hate this. :(&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't stop thinking or feeling this way immediately,&lt;br /&gt;but the only thing I can do now is to divert my attention from it.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I always do when it comes to this kind of things.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I have to think of the good things to make myself feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always afraid to get myself emotionally hurt but having this kind of thing is not a choice. I've never expect it to happen. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one question in mind and that is, WHY?&lt;br /&gt;And one word for all this, WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is a stay home day for me. Have to go to work tomorrow. Oh, at least there is something that could distract myself from all this... Not. Not totally. I can still think about it. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about work, which reminds me of something.&lt;br /&gt;Someone ask me this yesterday; What if your boyfriend is as fat as that guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I don't mind. If I love that person, I won't really mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...So you don't really go for looks lah. But at least that person must be presentable right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Then what if he's like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Er, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...If me, I'll only come come out on 24th or 25th december. Most of the time I will be hiding in my room crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...??? Oh, Santa Claus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Got nothing much to do at work, so was talking about this. Lol. I don't mind having a fat boyfriend but not as fat as Santa though. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love money. I love to shop. I love to eat. I love to drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In simple words, I love doing things that makes me hairpee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, just being random. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And and, there is this guy who approached me on MSN and ask me to make an introduction. Errr, don't you remember that you ever ask me this before? Like a number of times already? I remember you for asking me this again and again. Hahahahaha. Okay, please. I don't like if guys were to ask if I would mind if they want to know me more. Hah. To me this kind of things you don't have to ask lah. Just follow with the flow can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I browsed through my old blog posts and found old pictures. Haha. Nostalgia, nostalgia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okok. I think I better stop. This post will become much longer if I didn't post it soon. Lol. Below are the pictures of the 15 year old me taken during a photoshoot at Bugis. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TKAmf9iajII/AAAAAAAABlc/qxzrRcLU4l0/s1600/img053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521455473692937346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TKAmf9iajII/AAAAAAAABlc/qxzrRcLU4l0/s400/img053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TKAmfhqsLOI/AAAAAAAABlU/vih_BVpaNts/s1600/img051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521455466211454178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TKAmfhqsLOI/AAAAAAAABlU/vih_BVpaNts/s400/img051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TKAld0SdGpI/AAAAAAAABlM/DKXpV2NaIO0/s1600/img052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521454337338710674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TKAld0SdGpI/AAAAAAAABlM/DKXpV2NaIO0/s400/img052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TKAldgfQCqI/AAAAAAAABlE/WBUnxsklQcs/s1600/img054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521454332023671458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TKAldgfQCqI/AAAAAAAABlE/WBUnxsklQcs/s400/img054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TKAldvCI3YI/AAAAAAAABk8/R8K-iBWBNpk/s1600/img055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521454335928098178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TKAldvCI3YI/AAAAAAAABk8/R8K-iBWBNpk/s400/img055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TKAldP4JFzI/AAAAAAAABk0/-ryPlEVrGPI/s1600/img041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521454327564670770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TKAldP4JFzI/AAAAAAAABk0/-ryPlEVrGPI/s400/img041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TKAlc6AGwvI/AAAAAAAABks/1xEtNwSgExM/s1600/yahshshs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521454321692492530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TKAlc6AGwvI/AAAAAAAABks/1xEtNwSgExM/s400/yahshshs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wo xi huan ni &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-2117405121044745616?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/2117405121044745616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=2117405121044745616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/2117405121044745616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/2117405121044745616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-how-i-hate-this.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TKAmf9iajII/AAAAAAAABlc/qxzrRcLU4l0/s72-c/img053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-2854832684485365110</id><published>2010-09-24T07:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T15:09:46.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TJvfmxQP42I/AAAAAAAABkU/__Zqvn3tiR0/s1600/60880_1386972963341_1502564794_30874431_8223287_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520251625422185314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TJvfmxQP42I/AAAAAAAABkU/__Zqvn3tiR0/s400/60880_1386972963341_1502564794_30874431_8223287_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Time flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still remember that I listed down the four things that I will be doing for four consecutive days and all that "What's going to happen" is now "What had happened". I remembered the time where you told me about meeting, and now that "About to meet" becomes "Already met".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I met that someone. He brought me to town, I brought him around, watched the movie Devil, and he send me back home... Through the very long route before we reach my place. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, the movie Devil is not good one. The whole show is about people being stuck in a lift and one survived. I don't really see any devil but its more like a soul seeking revenge? I guess. The way those people die is pretty scary though. I hate to see bloody death scenes. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ew&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...So, what's next? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Whether&lt;/span&gt; you feel life is moving fast forward or in a slow motion,&lt;br /&gt;time never turns back nor will it wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;I live my life not to please anybody, not even you.&lt;br /&gt;I live my life as it is, I follow with the flow,&lt;br /&gt;for you to remain in my life, its all up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-2854832684485365110?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/2854832684485365110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=2854832684485365110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/2854832684485365110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/2854832684485365110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/09/time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TJvfmxQP42I/AAAAAAAABkU/__Zqvn3tiR0/s72-c/60880_1386972963341_1502564794_30874431_8223287_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-7205675976966747733</id><published>2010-09-22T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T12:29:53.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TJl6vrVguEI/AAAAAAAABkM/wXciRRybi9Q/s1600/camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519577777824643138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TJl6vrVguEI/AAAAAAAABkM/wXciRRybi9Q/s400/camera.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday was a really long day for me.&lt;br /&gt;Was out raya-ing for more than 12 hours with some RH mates. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still feel tired even if I had what was supposed to be an enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;My feet still hurts. Especially my toes. Side effects of wearing heels. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;I guess flats is still the best eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as for today, I'm actually lucky to start work in the afternoon cause I could still get more rest in the morning. Tomorrow I'm meeting someone. I wonder how will things turn out. Hahaha. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-7205675976966747733?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/7205675976966747733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=7205675976966747733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/7205675976966747733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/7205675976966747733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/09/yesterday-was-really-long-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TJl6vrVguEI/AAAAAAAABkM/wXciRRybi9Q/s72-c/camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-639426608969810597</id><published>2010-09-15T14:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T16:10:32.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TJB7g5tMmKI/AAAAAAAABkE/8yok69CKLCs/s1600/087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517045348705278114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TJB7g5tMmKI/AAAAAAAABkE/8yok69CKLCs/s400/087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THREE DOWN, ONE MORE TO GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To what? To the end of exams! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the exams makes my heart ache and my head feel like bursting. Why? I'm not going to say anything. To get what I want means a lot to me, but I know that things will never go exactly the way I want it to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like they say; Kita yang merancang, Tuhan yang menentukan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, what's important is that I must pass all the modules. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like starting from this saturday, I will be out of my house everyday. Since its Hari Raya and the holidays are coming real soon, I got about 6 different plans. And not forgetting work. Lol. Dah tak "jual anggur" lah nampak nye eh? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you. You make me smile inside out. :)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-639426608969810597?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/639426608969810597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=639426608969810597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/639426608969810597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/639426608969810597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/09/three-down-one-more-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TJB7g5tMmKI/AAAAAAAABkE/8yok69CKLCs/s72-c/087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-271595548083163716</id><published>2010-09-07T09:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T10:33:24.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TIWXP2DNO4I/AAAAAAAABjU/TTlQwnmimxo/s1600/tumblr_l58sthBgT21qcbx9io1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513979617247837058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TIWXP2DNO4I/AAAAAAAABjU/TTlQwnmimxo/s400/tumblr_l58sthBgT21qcbx9io1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOP TILL YOU DROP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the picture that I put at the end of my group presentation slide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We did well, though we complete everything within a day. Good job guys. ^^&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="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, talking about Shop Till You Drop, I'm already broke, haven't get my pay yet, but I still can shop. With the amount that I owe my mum and the money that I have to fork out on other things that I NEED (not want), it would add up to a hundred dollars. Awwwh. :/&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="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fasting month is coming to an end, and my job as an alarm clock is ending soon. Hahaha. But as for this morning, the other way round happened. Haha! :P :P :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya is approaching in a few day's time and to be honest, I'm not that excited. My family is wearing turquoise this year! Yay. But what I hate is, I got exams on the fourth day. I've done my best to study as much as I can, and hopefully, I can do well. But I'm not going to put on too much hope. Hmmm. Since I'm not in school for today, I'm going to make use of this time to rest and then studyyyyy! &lt;em&gt;Dear me, you can do it!&lt;/em&gt; Haha. Just trying to motivate myself. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Last night, I was studying alone at the living room, then, I started to have flash back of the ghosts videos that I watched in class. I started to chicken out, quickly go into my room and study with the door closed. HAHAHA. It can be entertaining to watch scary videos in the day but when it comes to night time and you start to imagine all sorts of things, it isn't fun at all. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't tell anybody how you turn my world around&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell anyone how your voice is my favourite sound&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell anybody, won't tell anybody&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-271595548083163716?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/271595548083163716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=271595548083163716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/271595548083163716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/271595548083163716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/09/shop-till-you-drop.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TIWXP2DNO4I/AAAAAAAABjU/TTlQwnmimxo/s72-c/tumblr_l58sthBgT21qcbx9io1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-6940657162734097917</id><published>2010-08-28T10:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T11:26:41.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THh4AL9lM0I/AAAAAAAABjM/54rRWnTG2Q8/s1600/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510286088694215490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THh4AL9lM0I/AAAAAAAABjM/54rRWnTG2Q8/s400/013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The weekends are here. The day that I dreaded for, has come.&lt;br /&gt;What? Did I say it right? That I dreaded the weekends? Yes, I do. Its all because of work. As months goes by, I'm getting more lazy. More like, not motivated at all due to my own reasons. Then why don't I just quit? I choose to stay, due to my own reasons. So... I'm stuck. I'll just have to wait for the day then. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they say, people come and go in our lives. Yeah, I agree to that. Isn't that sad? Its sad that someone had to go because they had no other choice, and its also sad that they chose to go themselves. Or sometimes, people just go in our lives because the bonds just faded as days goes by. I guess that you're going to be just like the others, but it would be really great if you could prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone posted on Facebook about empty words and promises, and I agree to what he said. Nobody likes empty words and promises, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I went to Geylang with my family yesterday, did our shopping for Hari Raya. It was really pack with people at night. At the end of it, I got really tired cause we walked for hours. Got home at past midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not going to enjoy the weekends. School on the coming monday. Have to buck up, exams are coming real soon. Exams are on the fourth day of Hari Raya? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thats all. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-6940657162734097917?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/6940657162734097917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=6940657162734097917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/6940657162734097917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/6940657162734097917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/08/weekends-are-here.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THh4AL9lM0I/AAAAAAAABjM/54rRWnTG2Q8/s72-c/013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-5933463213880364988</id><published>2010-08-24T12:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T13:41:22.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FROM WEST TO EAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNL5OLMQzI/AAAAAAAABjE/Gm3x55Nwc0E/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508830215633912626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNL5OLMQzI/AAAAAAAABjE/Gm3x55Nwc0E/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNL4qJM7OI/AAAAAAAABi8/C-mt0mB2jWA/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508830205961891042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNL4qJM7OI/AAAAAAAABi8/C-mt0mB2jWA/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNLjrx3P4I/AAAAAAAABi0/MRhsfhbPVGc/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508829845623619458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNLjrx3P4I/AAAAAAAABi0/MRhsfhbPVGc/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508829400642901970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNLJyGMV9I/AAAAAAAABh8/naD0DLxUviM/s400/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNLJc43j8I/AAAAAAAABh0/VSKq246gTZo/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508829394949869506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNLJc43j8I/AAAAAAAABh0/VSKq246gTZo/s400/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNLI99Zt-I/AAAAAAAABhs/c4wR42gzVZo/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508829386647386082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNLI99Zt-I/AAAAAAAABhs/c4wR42gzVZo/s400/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508828257279456018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNKHOvGsxI/AAAAAAAABhM/33ZCiNlG8AQ/s400/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNKGTYe82I/AAAAAAAABhE/H6UBP-rb9uA/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508828241346884450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNKGTYe82I/AAAAAAAABhE/H6UBP-rb9uA/s400/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNJrTiVx-I/AAAAAAAABg8/dOYM9xpUxaY/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508827777531758562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNJrTiVx-I/AAAAAAAABg8/dOYM9xpUxaY/s400/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508827749600314850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNJpre9xeI/AAAAAAAABgc/ZazLqg1DydE/s400/051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNJOsarTTI/AAAAAAAABgU/SVwlR0sS7yg/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508827285994294578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNJOsarTTI/AAAAAAAABgU/SVwlR0sS7yg/s400/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNJNogTRcI/AAAAAAAABgM/6-R-RyrZkMw/s1600/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508827267764274626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNJNogTRcI/AAAAAAAABgM/6-R-RyrZkMw/s400/053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508827233232552210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNJLn3TARI/AAAAAAAABf0/uw-5xRfh2Sk/s400/059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNIigloi3I/AAAAAAAABfs/BoM5VW-5RuI/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508826526904781682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNIigloi3I/AAAAAAAABfs/BoM5VW-5RuI/s400/060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNIiYlzQwI/AAAAAAAABfk/N15p6DsZ_0E/s1600/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508826524758000386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNIiYlzQwI/AAAAAAAABfk/N15p6DsZ_0E/s400/061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNIhLLz2_I/AAAAAAAABfU/A8Qfp6VMD58/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508826503979457522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNIhLLz2_I/AAAAAAAABfU/A8Qfp6VMD58/s400/063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had fun with Lynn yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;You know I know eh? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-5933463213880364988?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/5933463213880364988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=5933463213880364988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5933463213880364988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5933463213880364988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/08/from-west-to-east.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/THNL5OLMQzI/AAAAAAAABjE/Gm3x55Nwc0E/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-6415464888689888312</id><published>2010-08-17T12:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T15:01:24.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TGoVg21qCTI/AAAAAAAABfE/XVZKRqKs8Js/s1600/111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506237148634417458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TGoVg21qCTI/AAAAAAAABfE/XVZKRqKs8Js/s400/111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TGoVgvgF1cI/AAAAAAAABe8/b3VmC4AdRTk/s1600/222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506237146664916418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TGoVgvgF1cI/AAAAAAAABe8/b3VmC4AdRTk/s400/222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TGoVYjHTTzI/AAAAAAAABe0/h2uPIV52M0E/s1600/333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506237005900762930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TGoVYjHTTzI/AAAAAAAABe0/h2uPIV52M0E/s400/333.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TGoVYFFU9CI/AAAAAAAABes/10JsIefBs-M/s1600/444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506236997839418402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TGoVYFFU9CI/AAAAAAAABes/10JsIefBs-M/s400/444.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TGoVXwmwphI/AAAAAAAABek/xwFmYFZZUto/s1600/555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506236992342500882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TGoVXwmwphI/AAAAAAAABek/xwFmYFZZUto/s400/555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TGoVXhafkiI/AAAAAAAABec/JyHcObNsHZI/s1600/666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506236988264518178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TGoVXhafkiI/AAAAAAAABec/JyHcObNsHZI/s400/666.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TGoVXV1cdCI/AAAAAAAABeU/R2bKBoXbNow/s1600/777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506236985156334626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TGoVXV1cdCI/AAAAAAAABeU/R2bKBoXbNow/s400/777.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictures from the Farewell Concert which was held on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FRIDAY THE 13TH. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-6415464888689888312?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/6415464888689888312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=6415464888689888312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/6415464888689888312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/6415464888689888312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/08/pictures-from-farewell-concert-which.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TGoVg21qCTI/AAAAAAAABfE/XVZKRqKs8Js/s72-c/111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-5247534143818291588</id><published>2010-08-08T16:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T19:48:58.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Blogger! I finally have the time to update. Been busy for the past few days. I'm happy that I'm done replacing someone at work from monday till friday. So I've been rushing to work right after school for the past few days. With the addition of my own schedule on satuday and sunday, I've work for seven consecutive days. Tiring okay. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing is, my pay will surely be higher since I work for additional days. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;So what happened for the past few days?:&lt;br /&gt;- Prawning &lt;br /&gt;- School, work&lt;br /&gt;- National day celebration in school&lt;br /&gt;- Birthday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm finally 18. Can I stay at this age? I know I can't, but all I can do is to enjoy being 18 while I still am. 4th August was a happy day for me. Better than my previous birthday despite the fact that I have to drag myself to work. My wish in getting a cake for my birthday was fulfilled. Thanks mum, cliques and the 3 noobs for the birthday cake. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is National Day, a holiday, but I still have to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;Will be doing some swaying!~ Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TF6buEihz8I/AAAAAAAABcE/duSEjT_XdeM/s1600/Taylor-Lautner-mario-testino-Homotography-2_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503007010488176578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TF6buEihz8I/AAAAAAAABcE/duSEjT_XdeM/s320/Taylor-Lautner-mario-testino-Homotography-2_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-5247534143818291588?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/5247534143818291588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=5247534143818291588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5247534143818291588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/5247534143818291588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-blogger-i-finally-have-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TF6buEihz8I/AAAAAAAABcE/duSEjT_XdeM/s72-c/Taylor-Lautner-mario-testino-Homotography-2_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-7939604266705178328</id><published>2010-08-04T08:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T20:32:22.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy birthday to me. :P&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/47980652754437136-7939604266705178328?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/7939604266705178328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=7939604266705178328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/7939604266705178328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/7939604266705178328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-4148287188108777903</id><published>2010-07-29T18:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T20:14:36.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TFFueXNM8HI/AAAAAAAABbM/-r0U0ENx43M/s1600/untitledfhdh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499298087900606578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TFFueXNM8HI/AAAAAAAABbM/-r0U0ENx43M/s320/untitledfhdh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today's the day before fridayyy! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took off from work for this weekends so I'm free to go out. Already got plans on saturday, but not for friday and sunday. I took off actually for LFS project work, but ended up we're not going to do it on those two days. And somehow, I'm not called for work during the weekdays. Good in a way that I can have some rest after school, but the bad thing is, I won't earn any money. I'm really sure that my pay would be super low this month. Hm. Its okay, I guess. I'm planning to get a better job next year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is one of my classmate's birthday. My friends and I bought him a last minute gift and made a card. And instead of having a cake, Miss Mimi bought stacks of waffles with ice-cream and toppings. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet someone after school just now, but I chose to go straight home. My head and neck hurts and this has been going on for the past few days. Why eh? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that irritating guy during lunch break, but I kept myself quite and didn't say hi or anything. Heh. He has stopped pestering me about meeting in school. Seems like my guess is right. I let him meet one time, then the pestering did stop. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm home alone with sista and its time to blast the speakerszx! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-4148287188108777903?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/4148287188108777903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=4148287188108777903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4148287188108777903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/4148287188108777903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/07/todays-day-before-fridayyy-d-i-took-off.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TFFueXNM8HI/AAAAAAAABbM/-r0U0ENx43M/s72-c/untitledfhdh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-3793835391136784401</id><published>2010-07-27T18:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T19:25:08.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TE62rGrABPI/AAAAAAAABa0/qaz0XkpHzzY/s1600/31708_1360721352416_1663022521_812783_3460224_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498533046707553522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TE62rGrABPI/AAAAAAAABa0/qaz0XkpHzzY/s320/31708_1360721352416_1663022521_812783_3460224_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture taken at Clementi back then. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, hi Blogger. Using the computer is the easiest way to update my blog. I've tried updating it using my dad's handphone for a number of times, and I failed. I did manage to log in, I did manage to type my post, but the most frustrating part is, whatever that I type will suddenly disappear. That phone can really make me lose my patience. No wonder dad is using his old phone back. It sucks, somehow. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was fine today. Did nothing much but to face the computer screen when the teacher isn't teaching. Got this new project that we have to do. This time its a combination of presentation and roleplay. Oh yah, I met up with that irritating guy during lunch break. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. Mum is so random. She came into the room, walk pass where I'm sitting, and pinch my ear. Pain laaah, and I did nothing wrong to deserve that. Hmph. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...July is coming to an end, and here comes august. The seventeenth year of my life is going to end pretty soon. I've been waiting to reach the age of eighteen when I was in my early teens, and now I want to remain when I reach that age in days to come. Now like other girls, I'm going to face this fear of growing old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-3793835391136784401?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/3793835391136784401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=3793835391136784401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/3793835391136784401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/3793835391136784401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TE62rGrABPI/AAAAAAAABa0/qaz0XkpHzzY/s72-c/31708_1360721352416_1663022521_812783_3460224_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-512906914484076922</id><published>2010-07-19T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T19:34:53.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TEQ0cUeFfoI/AAAAAAAABas/Bn90uexwUQw/s1600/38104_415277504591_525554591_4538179_926506_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495575106434727554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TEQ0cUeFfoI/AAAAAAAABas/Bn90uexwUQw/s320/38104_415277504591_525554591_4538179_926506_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hellooooo, Blogger. Today is a tiring day of school for me.&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to that SW or also known as PE. Tsk. We did all sort of things. I've never did such weird exercises before. My shoulders and legs are aching right now. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies, and tomorrow is going to be the day I'm going to have my CS roleplay. I'm scareddd. I'm sure its going to be awkward with me and Sherry "acting" with two teachers who are going to watch and grade us for what we have put up. Hopefully everything will go on smoothly. No gagaps please. Haha. I'm going to pretend that there aren't any teachers there. But will I be able to? Surely I will see them somehow at the corner of my eyes. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our last paper for common test just now. Hopefully I will score as what I expected. If not, at least let me win WJ. HAHAHA. I don't want him to win the bet. :X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-512906914484076922?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/512906914484076922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=512906914484076922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/512906914484076922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/512906914484076922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/07/hellooooo-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TEQ0cUeFfoI/AAAAAAAABas/Bn90uexwUQw/s72-c/38104_415277504591_525554591_4538179_926506_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47980652754437136.post-867158911693374626</id><published>2010-07-06T17:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:02:58.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TDL6Ll_p35I/AAAAAAAABZ8/5MuSnF88H7M/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490725972802658194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TDL6Ll_p35I/AAAAAAAABZ8/5MuSnF88H7M/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I watched Eclipse last night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JACOB BLACK IS SMOKING HAWT YO. Hahaha! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just now was the second day of school in the new campus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How's school? Okay lah. Sometimes I feel as though I'm in an ant hill. Hahaha. The environment is totally different of course. Saw familiar and similar faces. Haha. And yes, new semester means new timetable and also new teachers. No more early dismissal on fridays. How sad. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough said. Shall stop here for today. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/47980652754437136-867158911693374626?l=that-girl-ira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/feeds/867158911693374626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=47980652754437136&amp;postID=867158911693374626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/867158911693374626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/47980652754437136/posts/default/867158911693374626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-girl-ira.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-watched-eclipse-last-night-jacob.html' title=''/><author><name>iRa MoNsTeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14529892245228266427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nMzTGReq-DA/TDL6Ll_p35I/AAAAAAAABZ8/5MuSnF88H7M/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
