<?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-2729774011957590569</id><updated>2012-01-24T09:52:11.420-08:00</updated><category term='The world has changed'/><category term='Excited'/><title type='text'>Behind The Scenes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-8806070215560898240</id><published>2010-03-26T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T08:00:26.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6zIN9U3VbI/AAAAAAAAASg/JJ_Zx3mnLdg/s1600/me+with+cake!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6zHxkbO-tI/AAAAAAAAASI/KsEeYgqbhL0/s320/cut+cake!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452952903244249810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6zHq5u5jgI/AAAAAAAAASA/yEDdCsa1ybc/s1600/with+my+baby!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6zHq5u5jgI/AAAAAAAAASA/yEDdCsa1ybc/s320/with+my+baby!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452952788704792066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6zHlT-YNzI/AAAAAAAAAR4/hS7dQN4Y5Oo/s1600/everyone!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6zHlT-YNzI/AAAAAAAAAR4/hS7dQN4Y5Oo/s320/everyone!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452952692669822770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6zHhBq8T_I/AAAAAAAAARw/yJFmKvj4nCI/s1600/girls!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6zHhBq8T_I/AAAAAAAAARw/yJFmKvj4nCI/s320/girls!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452952619036987378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god, how do i even start with today?&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school,i got ready to meet aslam^^ because we were gonna have dinner together,JUST US BOTH, he said.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is how it goes,&lt;br /&gt;we arrived at raffles, and it was raining, our plan to eat at lau pasat was canceled.&lt;br /&gt;aslam told me that he needed to call nazri(he's friend), but strangely he took my phone, and waited only till he entered the toilet to make the call. so i was like, asking questions like , ''asal tak call skkarang?'' ''asal kene kat dalam toilet?'' and etc etc. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then he decided that he wanted to go to swensens. at marina, so we walked all the way from raffles to marina, torturing yes.&lt;br /&gt;when we arrived at marina's swensens, he was having doubts in having that. but i noticed that he looks like he was searching for someone.&lt;br /&gt;then he told me that he needed to go to the toilet again. i was like seriously, again?&lt;br /&gt;whatever, so he went then miracle-ly decided to eat at breeks which is like really odd for him to like choose a very random restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;so we walked around marina to find breeks, my legs was killing, and i was getting pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till like an hour after we arrived, we finally found breeks. and ohh my god,&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;i heard the waiter said ''you're meeting your friends?'' and aslam was like '' yeah''. hahaah! i saw my gfs there! already sitting. hahahhaha im like oh my goddd...&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha i sat down, i was speechless, i was putting up the fucked up face. hahahaha! duh~ aslam really made me walk a really long distance! then just to find that restaurant, it took us about half an hour. hahaha! and when i arrive, this is what i receive....my feelings were jumbled up. hahahah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate and all, surprisingly the price wasnt bad.&lt;br /&gt;and when we finished eating, we talked and joke around here and there. &lt;br /&gt;then suddenly omg, i heard the whole of the breeks crew singing happy birthday song for me! hahaha! awww right? and the manager was bringing me my cake! hello kitty-.- thanks girls.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha! it was a really big surprise. it almost caused me a heart attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i used to say i hate surprises, this was the bestest surprise that i love most.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to aslam(the mastermind) who sneaked behind my back to meet up with my friends to buy me a cake and plan this whole thing. and all his sidekicks who're actually the girls i love most! hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna say thank you to who actually made my birthday a happy one, for all three days. HHAHAHA. my family, my boyfriend, and also my girlfriends! &lt;br /&gt;i really love you all, and i really appreciate what you guys have done for me!&lt;br /&gt;*hugs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s thahirah, watch out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-8806070215560898240?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/8806070215560898240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-my-god-how-do-i-even-start-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/8806070215560898240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/8806070215560898240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-my-god-how-do-i-even-start-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6zIN9U3VbI/AAAAAAAAASg/JJ_Zx3mnLdg/s72-c/me+with+cake!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-3403386281365319590</id><published>2010-03-24T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T04:24:32.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>ITS MY BIRTHDAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at exactly 12 midnight, the wishes has been flowwingg in from messages to facebook to even delivery! hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;thank you guys for the awesome wishes! especially aslam who hasn't stop wishing me since the start, and he even flooded my facebook wall. hahahha i love him!&lt;br /&gt;i love all of you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh thanks AIM for the awesome gift! hahahaha. i got home to a beautiful box filled with amazing gifts. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. I reached school and got wished by everyone who was already in the parade square. zalilah even sang loudly -.- haha! &lt;br /&gt;then my honeybabies sab,nad and sak came and wished me happy birthday^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha then school went on normally.&lt;br /&gt;until it was time to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh..my. god. Nadia, sabrina,sakinah,nazri, hannan and syafiq just totally started throwing water at me,i was like wtf? i tried getting away but they kept on blocking, ahahahah babi right. i was freaking wet!! and i had to meet aslam after school! it was hot outside and i was soaking wet i have no idea how im gonna get home like that all by myself. THANKS GUYS.THANKS ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha anyways..i went home and changed. then went to meet My lovely BBFE^^&lt;br /&gt;i got out, and called him but he didn't answer. buat orang panas skejap uh, because usually if he doesnt answer, he's probably sleeping.and he wouldn't go out without telling me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i arrived, and waited for him, tried calling him again,but still no answer. then suddenly he surprised me from behind. die fike cute uh -.- hahahah okay la. then we were deciding what to eat,wasn't in the mood for anything usual. ahaha so we ate at SEOUL GARDEN! woo. hahahahah we definitely ate alot. hahahaha especially aslam ^^ &lt;br /&gt;thank you sayang for spending time with me today^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and friday will be the real celebration of my birthday^^ with aslam :) he's treating me to dinner :) &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow ill be having my dinner with the family^^ wah. power. oh and before that, im going shopping with my bro! he wants to buy me something. hahahaha ARE YOU SURE??? YOU WANA GO SHOPPING WITH ME? BE PREPARED. hahahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and daddy transferred a large amount of money to my account. which is like AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahha he got a promotion! so congratulation daddy^^ proud of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways. overall it was a great day.^^ thanks to everyone who has wished me a happy birthday. and indeed i did have a happy one. &lt;br /&gt;i hope tomorrow and friday would be a better day^^ hehehe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you everyone! i love you all! :) &lt;br /&gt;till then xoxo adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-3403386281365319590?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/3403386281365319590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/3403386281365319590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/3403386281365319590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy birthday to me!'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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-2729774011957590569.post-5559571604603502984</id><published>2010-03-23T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T02:17:02.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey hey hey.&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from search-hunt at aslam's house for my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;thank god i found it.&lt;br /&gt;he wasn't at home though. no idea where he was in fact.&lt;br /&gt;whatever^^im just glad i found my papers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways today,school was freaking full of practicals. &lt;br /&gt;we experimented alot during chemistry and biology.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun. during chemistry i accidentally placed in too much chemical that it bubbled out of the test tube, like volcano. hahahahahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i really had a bad start in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up late. my brother,delayed more time to leave the house, and there was a traffic jam that don't usually happened on my usual journey to school. &lt;br /&gt;i was freaking pissed off cause i was already late yesterday, and i had to argue with the old man. add to that,my dad had to give me the speech he gives me every morning without fail, '' next time,don't sleep too late!, wake up early! you're late and you expect me to fly this car? '' blah3.. i swear im starting to memorize the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay back to happy azyani, back to happy.&lt;br /&gt;ill be 17 as of tomorrow! woo hoo! &lt;br /&gt;and aslam's calling..... brb.&lt;br /&gt;and back! &lt;br /&gt;aslam is really passing his tests for his bike license really fast. &lt;br /&gt;oh wells, who knows, the next thing i know, he'll already be having a bike of his own.&lt;br /&gt;that boy really works for what he wants. and im happy for him. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i am off! &lt;br /&gt;tired. &lt;br /&gt;bye! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-5559571604603502984?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/5559571604603502984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-hey-hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/5559571604603502984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/5559571604603502984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-hey-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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-2729774011957590569.post-903594960768983384</id><published>2010-03-22T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T08:17:46.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6eKER_1lII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/zSsrxqEex3o/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6eKER_1lII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/zSsrxqEex3o/s320/14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451477680110539906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6eJ-Yia4SI/AAAAAAAAAQw/JW4FNJ2IKaQ/s1600-h/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6eJ-Yia4SI/AAAAAAAAAQw/JW4FNJ2IKaQ/s320/33.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451477578786988322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY BLOG! COME TO LIVE! MUAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am going to start blogging again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i haven't been updating is because i was busy with school stuffs.NOT. i was just plain lazy. and yeah, i am busy. &lt;br /&gt;O levels are really stressing. work here and there&lt;br /&gt;non-stop classes.&lt;br /&gt;theres even a mock exam this saturday. ON A FREAKIN SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough school talk.&lt;br /&gt;aslam and i are as happy as ever. in fact last 2 days was our 2 year 3 months anniversary^^ thank god for our long lasting relationship. i just hope NO ONE would bother us again.ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i told to a friend of mine, is that ive learned something.&lt;br /&gt;i realized that the stronger i hold on to him, the more he struggles to get out, and the next thing i know, he's off with some other girls.&lt;br /&gt;i told myself to let him go. &lt;br /&gt;be confident that he wasn't going anywhere even if i do it. &lt;br /&gt;and i did.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what, he's here. and he seems happy. :) &lt;br /&gt;i guess i just need to understand a lil bit more. there're just some things i simply can't stop him from doing.^^ i hope that with this change, we'd be a better couple. love you always sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;and that aside....&lt;br /&gt;lets see.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;recently went out with my GFs! and hell, it was awesome^^ as usual.&lt;br /&gt;we went to botanic garden then sheesha. oh and hasbi was there too! hahaha miss his jokes. he really did added more noise to the already huge volume made by us girls. haha. aslam and adha was there too^^ the more the merrier. the day ended off with us taking our dinner at bugis's tong seng. it was my first time there, and i really hate it. for real. its like icky. bleargh. &lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else what else. &lt;br /&gt;yes, on the wednesday of this precise week, which is on the 24th of march 2010, IM TURNING 17! oh yeah. im young. and im proud of it! hahahahahha. &lt;br /&gt;my family is planning a dinner. so i guess that's one. and My lovely bbfe Aslam, is planning to take me out on the friday. hahaha ^^ &lt;br /&gt;hope itll all turn out great. i mean, hell, its my birthday! &lt;br /&gt;like D said, '' tell your dad to get his cash, cards , offers, coupons ready, he has some serious shopping to do '' HAHAHA. hey, what do you expect from a to-be 17 year old girl?&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, there you are with some of thee updates. you don't expect me to lay it all out now do you?&lt;br /&gt;ill update again when there's something to update^^ till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bitches. xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-903594960768983384?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/903594960768983384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2010/03/okay-blog-come-to-live-muahahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/903594960768983384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/903594960768983384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2010/03/okay-blog-come-to-live-muahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6eKER_1lII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/zSsrxqEex3o/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-5345616102791031059</id><published>2010-02-14T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T08:42:06.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6ePhIi5WiI/AAAAAAAAARo/0aXQ6KvwK7Y/s1600-h/14+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6ePhIi5WiI/AAAAAAAAARo/0aXQ6KvwK7Y/s320/14+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451483673347578402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6ePbRU46cI/AAAAAAAAARg/hqcz2fT-ivA/s1600-h/14+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6ePbRU46cI/AAAAAAAAARg/hqcz2fT-ivA/s320/14+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451483572625533378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6ePVzkPG8I/AAAAAAAAARY/dkFWEAOXBps/s1600-h/14+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6ePVzkPG8I/AAAAAAAAARY/dkFWEAOXBps/s320/14+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451483478737492930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now remember my last post? &lt;br /&gt;the deal i had with aslam when he took back his words to not follow me and my friends to sentosa,  and in the end followed? &lt;br /&gt;the deal was, i had to follow him to on valentine's day to or was it before? cant remember, to his friend(fir) 's birthday! haha okay know what? i did more than that, i slept over. and i had fun. hahahaahah there's prove damn it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-5345616102791031059?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/5345616102791031059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2010/03/now-remember-my-last-post-deal-i-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/5345616102791031059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/5345616102791031059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2010/03/now-remember-my-last-post-deal-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6ePhIi5WiI/AAAAAAAAARo/0aXQ6KvwK7Y/s72-c/14+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-3774595435938792921</id><published>2009-12-30T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T08:35:37.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6eOKjRqfuI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zlQDpRPZIMg/s1600-h/sentosa+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6eOKjRqfuI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zlQDpRPZIMg/s320/sentosa+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451482185874439906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6eOHq3de_I/AAAAAAAAARI/aVD1DdQg6Ec/s1600-h/sentosa+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6eOHq3de_I/AAAAAAAAARI/aVD1DdQg6Ec/s320/sentosa+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451482136372411378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6eOEMPSYZI/AAAAAAAAARA/kfSGvgMzSI4/s1600-h/sentosa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6eOEMPSYZI/AAAAAAAAARA/kfSGvgMzSI4/s320/sentosa1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451482076611240338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not updating for a very very long time.&lt;br /&gt;one word, MALAS.&lt;br /&gt;im updating now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is gonna be a long one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's what happened today. but,this might be mixed with what happened the day before,or maybe the day before the day before. i don't know, i just ramble everything i wanna say,so just see where it leads yeah? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gfs went to SENTOSA. along with their partners of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nad texted me like 3 days before? and i was already confirming with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;everyone but one, :( my own bf. he didn't wanna go because apparently, he's not a ''beach person''. i was disappointed,upset,angry everything all mixed up. &lt;br /&gt;i really didn't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was telling me to get him to go. been there,done that. his answer was still no.-.- &lt;br /&gt;i gave up and just simply said, let him be. suddenly, i wasn't that much excited about going.&lt;br /&gt;that night he gave me a call... saying that he wanna make it up with me the day after. but, as much as i would appreciate everything,that wasn't what i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;we talked and talked through out the whole night. &lt;br /&gt;IN THE END, he said to me he'll follow.i had brain freeze moment,but i told him it's okay because i wouldn't want him to do something he doesn't like. but he insisted,and said ''anything for you''. yeah,but there was a condition,no need to know what. k admit,though i felt sorry for him,i still was glad that he decided to follow.=) thank you so much b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rough convo went to a pleasant one. he asked if i could still go out with him,&lt;br /&gt;so i said yes..i mean,what kinda person am i if i were to say no right.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and guess what HE TURNED 18 ON THE 28TH OF DECEMBER,and on that particular day i went out with him,he enrolled for his motor license! life would be so easier once he has a bike of his own.EH B EH?.^^ its all his every wanted, im just happy for him. its like seeing him eat alot,so happy.HAHA.then did a lil shopping for himself,ate and then back to his house and then back to mine^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to what happened today,&lt;br /&gt;sentosa. see i told you ill ramble about other days too.&lt;br /&gt;everything was great. went to his house early in the morning,coz i know he just won't wake up.layed down beside him,seeing him sleeping,didn't have the heart to wake him up, but TOO BAD,he must. he woke up half an hr before the time we had to leave,surprisingly, it didn't take him long to get ready. OF COURSE I HAD TO IRON HIS CLOTHES-.- &lt;br /&gt;then went all the way to harbourfront,then as i expected, &lt;br /&gt;bumped into thahirah and man. &lt;br /&gt;then went off to meet Nad and fir who was already at sentosa. &lt;br /&gt;theeennnn.. they ate a little, wait no, except for aslam, he ate ALOT.as usual.kesian bby..lapar eh..&lt;br /&gt;our tongue was practically screaming for water, but the barer, late. hahahaha until we couldn't take it,aslam and i went to 7 eleven and bought some water..&lt;br /&gt;even after that whole big gulp was finished,eliyana was still no where to be seen.-.-&lt;br /&gt;blah3..story short.eliyana arrived.kecoh2. &lt;br /&gt;then head off to swimming..aku da start malas nak type.....&lt;br /&gt;swim2...joke2...burried eliyana(klakar nak mampos)... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay know what? today was fun kay? enough said. pictures will be uploaded soon!happy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait2.. &lt;br /&gt;i wanna say thank you to aslam..^^ for everything you've done,only with one reason,me.&lt;br /&gt;ive said so many things that i didn't mean to you. harsh things.i am trully sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what i should do to repay you for what you did for me b, but i shall hold up to my condition.i promise. &lt;br /&gt;this might sound like im sucking up,but he's like,i dare say, hard to be replaced. &lt;br /&gt;i love him.i really do. oh and thanks for paying for everything^^ you is the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-3774595435938792921?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/3774595435938792921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry-for-not-updating-for-very-very.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/3774595435938792921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/3774595435938792921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry-for-not-updating-for-very-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/S6eOKjRqfuI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zlQDpRPZIMg/s72-c/sentosa+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-5763301986648554547</id><published>2009-12-12T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T03:22:41.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SyNz-KKsmZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/HU-__2hLBQI/s1600-h/DSC00270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SyNz-KKsmZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/HU-__2hLBQI/s320/DSC00270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414298688747772306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just have to say.. im nervous and excited at the same time about tomorrow... &lt;br /&gt;i really REALLY really... want things to go well.... &lt;br /&gt;jeez...so god help me^^. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's whats gonna happend tomorrow,i am celebrating my 2nd yr anniversary with my..*step cute giler babi* fluffy teddybear,sweet pumpkin,cutie pie with the curly wurly hair boyfriend,aslam.. hahahahahahahaha.. blearghhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. just now. went shopping. dad was expecting me to buy things as expensive as what i bought last time,so he prepared a whole lot of cash. &lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, aku takde mood nak sophisticated, so i went out looking really typical... &lt;br /&gt;den pegi bugis beli baju. BUGIS tau. i gotta say ALDO has really nice stuffs. &lt;br /&gt;dad went all -.- with me. haha but happy of course.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaahahahaha....................... &lt;br /&gt;favourite of the day? jacket bought from espirit!...its gorg-e-ous. =P &lt;br /&gt;hehe~ &lt;br /&gt;out with family today is pretty much fun.. haha! alot of laughters and lame jokes involved. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, my brother got jealous of my new netbook so daddy bought him one too. &lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;its not that expensive really.. for its size of course.^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite all that... &lt;br /&gt;i still feel like im the only one excited about tomorrow...~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-5763301986648554547?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/5763301986648554547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-have-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/5763301986648554547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/5763301986648554547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-have-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SyNz-KKsmZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/HU-__2hLBQI/s72-c/DSC00270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-4108522739589765895</id><published>2009-12-02T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T04:29:40.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SxZdroLyKaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ttxyUiyA9y0/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SxZdroLyKaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ttxyUiyA9y0/s320/DSC00228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410615006434830754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had stupid ulcer all over my mouth. jeez.&lt;br /&gt;mum bought me this medication, to apply to my ulcer.''bonjela'' which of course she pronounce as ''benjola''. malay mums. *rolls eyes* &lt;br /&gt;its kinda tasty.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;now its recovering really fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna know how i got the ulcers? its because of those stupid green packet skittles. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha! everytime i eat those, ill get ulcer all over my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;thats one, &lt;br /&gt;that day i ate one whole big bad grape. and you don't wanna know what happened after that. hhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, &lt;br /&gt;past few days, i was sick, i felt sick , i vomited alot, and blood came out. i panicked, really panic. i called out my mum , and she saw alot of blood on my shirt. &lt;br /&gt;she quickly took me to the clinic. &lt;br /&gt;the doctor say i cannot be treated there, i needed to be taken to a hospital. &lt;br /&gt;so i was brought to NUH the next morning, and apparently the doctor said, that my body is getting really exhausted, just as i was about to say  '' but'' he interupted me saying ''i know you don't feel tired,but i have to tell you that you are really over working your body, you should get lots of rest before doing something else that requires alot of energy, drink alot of water. and i also encourage you to stop dancing for the moment because that is the main cause of your exhaustion, your brain is really thinking too much''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my mum started to babble on and on about how i think about those things too much blah3. &lt;br /&gt;then the doctor kept on questioning me on whether i have any relationship problems with anyone. i was like ''whut?-.-'' all the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think they're right though.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't think too much. or ''over work my body'' -.-&lt;br /&gt;ive already seized all dance practices until next year. &lt;br /&gt;i turned down the job at SZ studios, fuckin regretful. &lt;br /&gt;but whatever, &lt;br /&gt;as long as everyone stop bitchin'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im just waiting for the&lt;br /&gt;12th of december&lt;3 cannot tell what's happening on this day.&lt;br /&gt;14th of december:D going for holiday somewhere away from singapore. AWAY FROM YOU PEOPLE! haha okay kiddin. &lt;br /&gt;18th of december-.- i hope this day wont exist. yup, its the result day.&lt;br /&gt;20th december happy 2nd year anniversary to me and aslam&lt;br /&gt;and also not forgetting, 28th of december. happy birthday to my bby^^ &lt;br /&gt;the rest are just normal outings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all^^&lt;br /&gt;sayonara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-4108522739589765895?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/4108522739589765895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-had-stupid-ulcer-all-over-my-mouth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/4108522739589765895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/4108522739589765895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-had-stupid-ulcer-all-over-my-mouth.html' title=''/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SxZdroLyKaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ttxyUiyA9y0/s72-c/DSC00228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-2068942873282915562</id><published>2009-11-25T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:06:03.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love's really a bitch. &lt;br /&gt;no matter how sane you are, it can make you crazy. &lt;br /&gt;no matter how smart you are, it can certainly make you dumb as hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-2068942873282915562?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/2068942873282915562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/11/loves-really-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/2068942873282915562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/2068942873282915562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/11/loves-really-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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-2729774011957590569.post-2905153136987524218</id><published>2009-11-24T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T04:39:36.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sw0ldmy_GvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/8UZlwrpD94M/s1600/DSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sw0ldmy_GvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/8UZlwrpD94M/s320/DSC00169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408019918102665970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Swvt5XdIVUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/y0WPm3TvjMI/s1600/HL+and+ice+cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Swvt5XdIVUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/y0WPm3TvjMI/s320/HL+and+ice+cream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407677347392935234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was eating then my handphone rang, i checked to see who, and it was from SZ studios. i was shocked of course. once worked for them, i quitted halfway i think coz back then they were really on the watch of what im eating and how's my weight, i find it frustrating really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered the phone and it was Zara!! ( old friend ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zara: hello is this Azyani misawar? i am zara  from SZ studios, if you do not recognise my name or the company you must be a total jackass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ZARA!!ahhh!! omg omg i miss you i miss you!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zara: haha yeah yeah. k diam, i have to do this professionally. You have been selected to remodel for SZ studios. Free makeovers will be given and the shoots will not be as long as 8-9 hours like before.it will approximately only take up to 3 hours. this is to publish our new opening at havelock road. we would really appreciate it if you were to accept the offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:yeah sure whatever.im bored anyways. haha omg i miss you!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zara: okay miss, i shall call you in an hour to explain your venue of shoot. *whispers* ; i miss you too. hehe~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:haha okay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha so there you go. ^^ im officially employed!^^&lt;br /&gt;i hope the schedule won't be as tight as before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just pity thahirah~ sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-2905153136987524218?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sw0ldmy_GvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/8UZlwrpD94M/s72-c/DSC00169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-1495304340067980002</id><published>2009-11-21T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:36:31.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM GOING TO STAY HOME UNTIL I GO CRAZY. gotta remind myself that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but staying home, its really weight gaining, &lt;br /&gt;what i do when im bored? i eat. and when i eat, i gain weight, and when i gain weight i have to go to the studio and dance to lose it back, and when i do that, plan fail.-.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have i been doing at home then? &lt;br /&gt;yes, you people guessed it wrong, &lt;br /&gt;i have been reading.&lt;br /&gt;books.off course. &lt;br /&gt;lots and lotsa books. my dad suggested it actually. coz he has been seeing me laying around playing L4D eating, watching tv, sleeping. prangai gemok sak .&lt;br /&gt;so he and his noble dad tone, saying, ''spend your time wisely, read a book or something'' . &lt;br /&gt;off course, first reaction would be, ''PFFT,like im gonna do that'' &lt;br /&gt;then there was the times when i stared at book and say '' hmmm i wonder..'' &lt;br /&gt;hahahaah! corny. &lt;br /&gt;so i read it, and got addicted and asked my dad to buy me more books. &lt;br /&gt;okay..now that i typed it, i realize i must be really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NOT GO OUT AT ALL COST. &lt;br /&gt;no dates.&lt;br /&gt;no outings &lt;br /&gt;no shopping:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ishh.. &lt;br /&gt;shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-1495304340067980002?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-2405821566830292421</id><published>2009-11-16T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T07:24:55.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how far we'll go, i'll never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-2405821566830292421?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/2405821566830292421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-far-well-go-ill-never-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-5448208400829332008</id><published>2009-11-02T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:59:57.724-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Excited'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Su7V9hLp-AI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jSHzR5Exsgo/s1600-h/wooo!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Su7V9hLp-AI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jSHzR5Exsgo/s320/wooo!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399488256119797762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AMM.... gonna have KITTENS! &lt;br /&gt;gonna be picking them up after class tomorrow! hehee~ yeyyyyyy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, &lt;br /&gt;something weird is going on. i just don't know what. i was freaking dragged to school by a call from my teacher. &lt;br /&gt;okay i admit. since N levels were over, i totally forgot about my 'O'levels. &lt;br /&gt;i mean who does that? &lt;br /&gt;so she called and told me to get my ass down there by 1/2 an hour, i was like so f**ked up this morning. &lt;br /&gt;and also by my mom's ''all you think about is your dancecrew'' speech. &lt;br /&gt;i went there, and gawd was i pissed. the number of people who were there could be accurately guessed just by one glance. &lt;br /&gt;Nadia wasn't even there! -.- &lt;br /&gt;so nevermind, i tolerated for awhile. it was just a few mins, coz i got there VERY late. &lt;br /&gt;and its gonna be going on for the rest of days, this week. &lt;br /&gt;i have to get to school at 9. goshh~ just when i thought, holiday's here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. &lt;br /&gt;im just looking forward to getting my kittens tomorrow! hehehehehee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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when i got back home, &lt;br /&gt;i went straight to my brother's room, coz he wanted to watch this movie called &lt;br /&gt;'' Paranormal Activity'' together. &lt;br /&gt;idk if it's real or acting, but it sure is scary shit. &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep last night,this particular scene kept on replaying in my mind, &lt;br /&gt;they set up a camera in their room to see if there were any abnormal things going on at night, and there were times when the girl( katee) woke up in the middle of the night and just stood beside the bed for 3 HOURS, staring at her boyfriend. the camera showed from 12 midnight fast forward till 315am in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;there were also scenes of the door just moving by itself... &lt;br /&gt;and THEE most scariest part was when at around 15th or 16th day.. katee was sleeping, and in the video, showed as if someone was pulling her out of bed, then she was dragged out from the room and the door was slammed shut, she shouted her boyfriend's name, he ran and like totally try to pull her away. &lt;br /&gt;those scenes are like really terrifying. if i were her, goshh.. i would've totally freaked out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys should totally watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ishh! as i was typing all this paranormal stuffs, my dad just stood behind me without any sound reading everything i type. i saw shadow moving, thats why i turned. totally scared the hell out of me. jeez~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-6771234054422501618?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/6771234054422501618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-been-going-out-often-these-few-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-2729774011957590569.post-6353632903836096478</id><published>2009-10-24T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T02:34:55.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>will not be updating that often. &lt;br /&gt;haha right, like as if all this time i update regularly? &lt;br /&gt;im in the brink of cash disaster. &lt;br /&gt;now isnt that new?, me , being cashless. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's another exclusive, &lt;br /&gt;when i was on the phone, i sorta told him that i wanted to buy a new sony erricson Xperia hp.. &lt;br /&gt;so, &lt;br /&gt;right when i hung up the phone, my handphone just lost connections, and when i tried to off and restart it, it won't on. &lt;br /&gt;i was like so pissed off with so many things hanging on my hands, and me trying to fix my hp, the train moving, and its not as if theres any sit...&lt;br /&gt;so there, &lt;br /&gt;i guess it's feelings were hurt in knowing that i wanted to replace it. &lt;br /&gt;its officially dead. &lt;br /&gt;talked to dad about it, &lt;br /&gt;who knows? i might put up that puppy face act, and get a new phone? &lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.  i mean how long am i suppose to go on without a phone? &lt;br /&gt;haha what an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-6353632903836096478?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/6353632903836096478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/10/will-not-be-updating-that-often.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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whisper to the moon, give me back, &lt;br /&gt;my companion,my love, my heaven... &lt;br /&gt;without him, &lt;br /&gt;darkness fills me...&lt;br /&gt;loneliness holds me in its embrace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night,dont let the day come, &lt;br /&gt;let it always be in twilight.. &lt;br /&gt;let it be peacefull, &lt;br /&gt;like me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other note,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i have to say, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History is going to repeat itself.. &lt;br /&gt;all you ever needed to do, was learn, and not repeat the mistakes you've done, &lt;br /&gt;but you people never learn do you? &lt;br /&gt;here you are, again.. repeating the story that has been played for so many times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a simple girl's advice would be, &lt;br /&gt;Don't be stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the naivety of man~~ makes it easier for girls to play around.&lt;div 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dear..'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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-2729774011957590569.post-7421754141197704492</id><published>2009-10-15T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T08:24:46.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today merepek nak mampos. &lt;br /&gt;went to ite balestier. the school is a reck.&lt;br /&gt;courses smue FIRST CHOICE uh.-.- &lt;br /&gt;we were all like '' EH INTERESTING AH! -.-'' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but but the oreos made by the culinaries are like effing awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCLUSIVE part of the day . &lt;br /&gt;there's a bus to go there, no bus to go back. &lt;br /&gt;we were at freaking ite balestier which was in the middle of freaking no where. &lt;br /&gt;we stared at the other schools going back by bus. &lt;br /&gt;so all like 14 15 of us? the usual people. asked a few people. &lt;br /&gt;this one group of guys, lucky not matrep. lead us to boonkeng station. really nice of them.&lt;br /&gt;from like 14 15 of us to like eliyana,thahirah,sakinah and me. the rest went home by bus i think?&lt;br /&gt;so we reached boon keng. said thanks to them. no flirting involved. haha &lt;br /&gt;quite a far walk. &lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how they could like travel so far like almost everyday... haiyoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. when changing trains at jurong east, someone stepped on my foot while i was on the phone, thought it was thahirah so i turned and went like, MOTHER FUCK, then this chinese guy was like oh sorry2. i was like oh, its okay HAH. still, some of the ite students were watching, i was like omg how embarrassing. haiyooo. *slaps forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as i got home, i eat, then i fell straight to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;jeez, i wont go for any school trip anymore. period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. i miss somebody... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-7421754141197704492?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/7421754141197704492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-merepek-nak-mampos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/7421754141197704492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/7421754141197704492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392464203177684898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;okay lah okay. i won't abandon my blog. &lt;br /&gt;here's whats been going on. &lt;br /&gt;NOTHING.....but back to dance practice. i wanted to find a job, didnt seem to have the time.&lt;br /&gt;everyone seems to be busy. GFs planning to go out on next saturday.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;miss em. &lt;br /&gt;what else what else.&lt;br /&gt;i lost 3kg. maybe coz ive been eating less and dancing more? it really helps you know. &lt;br /&gt;bought new clothes. its weird how i always lay my eyes on the bags when alll i really wanted to buy was CLOTHES.&lt;br /&gt;but i managed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah3. unpaid bill. marvelous. ( see? im not rich ) &lt;br /&gt;menggigil you know tangan, handed over 200 bucks to dad. *sobs* wtv i don't need it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;there's gonna be an excursion tomorrow to ite balestier, i still dont know whether i should go or not, they're gonna be briefing about ite cck. &lt;br /&gt;that school is mother effing huge btw, not far fromm my house, can jalan.&lt;br /&gt;but no shelter, so like heck no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my whole family is down on fever except me. hah hah. &lt;br /&gt;i just hope i wont be like infected. coz if im sick, its not gonna be pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i amm going to upload more pictures as soon AS I GET THEM ( sarah!-.-) . &lt;br /&gt;heee~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-8349613253504177844?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/8349613253504177844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay-lah-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/8349613253504177844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/8349613253504177844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay-lah-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/StXhn05qb6I/AAAAAAAAAMA/PzBLquWqaCQ/s72-c/lips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-1097359372428598171</id><published>2009-09-28T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:39:48.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so my handphone has fell to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;great-.- jusssttt great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeeuuurggh. so the story was like this, &lt;br /&gt;me standing on the balcony talking to my over exagerating friend. &lt;br /&gt;so he was telling some story about how his first date was, my hand was resting on the rail, and i was holding on to my handphone. &lt;br /&gt;so yes, like i said, over exagerating, he accidentally hit my hand, and yes, my handphone flew like a bird and fell, shattered. &lt;br /&gt;for 5 mins, he and i had a really blank expression. as soon as we snapped out of it, &lt;br /&gt;we ran down, in hopes to atleast save my sim card, and you know what, it snapped to half. how on earth it was snapped to half? i have been wondering about it myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have no hp now.&lt;br /&gt;pfft. bright side? i dont have to pay for the bills anymore. &lt;br /&gt;haahs. &lt;br /&gt;mother eff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stomps feet*&lt;br /&gt;im outta here.-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-1097359372428598171?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/1097359372428598171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-so-my-handphone-has-fell-to-pieces.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/1097359372428598171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/1097359372428598171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-so-my-handphone-has-fell-to-pieces.html' title=''/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-8883084356237191675</id><published>2009-09-26T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:32:49.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amirun Zaqy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sr7qX9uMlnI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pPZbOsWHzwg/s1600-h/amirun+zaqy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sr7qX9uMlnI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pPZbOsWHzwg/s320/amirun+zaqy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385999901807908466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my.... uh long story.hahaha &lt;br /&gt;k nvm ill just tell . he's my bro's wife's daughter's son. okay fine, im a grandma! haha he married someone older than him,so it explains everything.k dah. hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.... HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Amirun zaqy :)  finally 1 year old. hahahaha &lt;br /&gt;hope he likes the present we gave. more pics will be uploaded soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-8883084356237191675?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/8883084356237191675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/09/amirun-zaqy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/8883084356237191675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/8883084356237191675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/09/amirun-zaqy.html' title='Amirun Zaqy'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sr7qX9uMlnI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pPZbOsWHzwg/s72-c/amirun+zaqy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-7121942873029235636</id><published>2009-09-25T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:29:48.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST DAY OF SCHOOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sr7k-FUddmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Y2NZpIyshfA/s1600-h/thats+how+u+eat+ice+cream!+hahaha!2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sr7k-FUddmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Y2NZpIyshfA/s320/thats+how+u+eat+ice+cream!+hahaha!2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385993959612708450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sr7k6srZ0eI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KIC4T9BrHrg/s1600-h/thats+how+u+eat+ice+cream!+hahaha!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sr7k6srZ0eI/AAAAAAAAAJU/KIC4T9BrHrg/s320/thats+how+u+eat+ice+cream!+hahaha!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385993901458444770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sr7k3hNN5FI/AAAAAAAAAJM/tmoQUcuSDS4/s1600-h/HL+and+ice+cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sr7k3hNN5FI/AAAAAAAAAJM/tmoQUcuSDS4/s320/HL+and+ice+cream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385993846839436370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sr7kyAmye6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/WrHco6MlYt4/s1600-h/sabrina+me+at+bkm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sr7kyAmye6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/WrHco6MlYt4/s320/sabrina+me+at+bkm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385993752188976034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sr7kpWQhp3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/FNQJTr0s23c/s1600-h/firecrackers+at+bkm!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sr7kpWQhp3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/FNQJTr0s23c/s320/firecrackers+at+bkm!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385993603382355826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sr7kjoxEaiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/PqWw3JUk5O4/s1600-h/macdonalds+at+bkm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sr7kjoxEaiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/PqWw3JUk5O4/s320/macdonalds+at+bkm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385993505271474722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sr7keVrdxeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/tNmFwWTOIkw/s1600-h/bkm+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sr7keVrdxeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/tNmFwWTOIkw/s320/bkm+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385993414248351202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.burokkkkk siols.&lt;br /&gt;haha last day of school was spent with the girls...along with petak and oz.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;we hung out at BKM. we don't usually ''lepak'' so we thought why not on the last day of school.hahahha it was real funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadia: taknak ahhh. aku taknak pukol thahirah ah..nanti die nye revenge tak macam(couldn't think of any words)..... tak macam tu ah! &lt;br /&gt;me:tu ah!&lt;br /&gt;others: ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drills drilling* * couldn't hear a thing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eliyana(one sided deaf) : OI AZYANI AZYANI AZYANI AZYANI AZYANI AZYANI AZYANI. PASS HL OI .PASS HL OI!! &lt;br /&gt;Azyani( perfect hearing) : ah? ape?! oh! okay okay ! sorry ah!&lt;br /&gt;eliyana: pekak.&lt;br /&gt;Azyani: eh kau eh! panggil aku pekak! kau eh! kau eh! kau tau!panggil aku pekak tau! kau eh. kau.hahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna miss everyone!. especially my class 4n2.:) the most black listed class in the whole school &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;principle: what class are you guys from?&lt;br /&gt;us: 4N2 ! &lt;br /&gt;principle: * slaps forehead* sighs. &lt;br /&gt;us: haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss all the name callings and beat boxing.hahaah! *yo rizal bbc! rizal sc!* &lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i hope we won't lose contact.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow we're going out as a class for hari raya.  all 18 of us. :) hehe. &lt;br /&gt;see you bitches tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-7121942873029235636?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/7121942873029235636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/7121942873029235636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/7121942873029235636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_26.html' title='LAST DAY OF SCHOOL.'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sr7k-FUddmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Y2NZpIyshfA/s72-c/thats+how+u+eat+ice+cream!+hahaha!2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-1780071029378368456</id><published>2009-09-22T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T04:12:54.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok ok this is for mike. &lt;br /&gt;he called me up crying like hell. i was like wth? . he told me that he just wanted to say goodbye, coz he had to leave singapore and he isn't coming back.&lt;br /&gt;i was off course shocked. oh gosh. &lt;br /&gt;he's a great friend. and to lose a friend like that. its really upsetting. &lt;br /&gt;im really gonna miss him alot. really. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;i hope that you're gonna be fine, and do please take care of yourself alright mike.&lt;br /&gt;jeez. &lt;br /&gt;pity him, coz he really have no choice. :( &lt;br /&gt;hais. byeee mike...thanks for being there for me. &lt;br /&gt;goshh, i feel so bad right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-1780071029378368456?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/1780071029378368456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/09/ok-ok-this-is-for-mike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/1780071029378368456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/1780071029378368456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/09/ok-ok-this-is-for-mike.html' title=''/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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-2729774011957590569.post-1708139969154978831</id><published>2009-09-22T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T03:40:47.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HARI RAYA.&lt;br /&gt;- lontongs and ketupats everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;- girls wear too much make up.&lt;br /&gt;- i found out i have alot of hot cousins.&lt;br /&gt;- everyone thinks im the one who got engaged, instead of my brother.-.-&lt;br /&gt;- a 22 year old girl kissed my hand.&lt;br /&gt;- old people talk too much.&lt;br /&gt;- the money was lesser then my shopping allowance. &lt;br /&gt;- N level is coming.&lt;br /&gt;- the weather suck.&lt;br /&gt;- conflicts in family. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;- if i hear one more hari raya song, im gonna kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;- yes i cried when asking for forgiveness from my parents brothers and others.  for once, i hated to be the youngest. it ruined my make up off course.&lt;br /&gt;- im glad im not wearing kebaye. it wouldn't be as comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;- Jurong is ugly.&lt;br /&gt;- and for god sake~ selamat hari raya:) so enough with the msgs already. -.- hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now. i think. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the last week of school, Ns are coming. &lt;br /&gt;now my automatic nervous system is launching stress hormones.&lt;br /&gt;for the moment, im just glad that this'll be the last week im seeing that sng. -.- &lt;br /&gt;thank gawd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, came across an old friend just now. &lt;br /&gt;i can't get over how much weight he has lost. he was such a chubby looking kid in primary school. we always say that if he's skinny, he'll be a lady killer. haha&lt;br /&gt;apparently,  he did lost alot of weight and as predicted, he's one hot stuff. haha!&lt;br /&gt;well done to Alan:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else what else, &lt;br /&gt;uhhh ....... nothing! &lt;br /&gt;im outta here.&lt;br /&gt;see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-1708139969154978831?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/1708139969154978831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-raya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/1708139969154978831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/1708139969154978831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/09/hari-raya.html' title=''/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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-2729774011957590569.post-8830714109241472074</id><published>2009-09-18T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:36:01.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently , &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;painting my nails black. &lt;br /&gt;dancing to Down-Jay sean. haha &lt;br /&gt;woooo . * baby are you down down down down down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;i realize now that, my favourite sayang at school, just cannot leave me alone. &lt;br /&gt;everyday he sees me, ade je bende die nak bbual tau. &lt;br /&gt;aku dah lah malas nak layan kau. sekali skale takpe tau. tapi seriously today, &lt;br /&gt;i feel like slapping his face. tau pon kau takot, baru nak buat baek2 ngan aku. &lt;br /&gt;but too bad ah by then da nak masok kul 1 so 1/2 an hour wasted on kau.&lt;br /&gt;penyusah hidop kan kau. eeeurgh! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so glad its holiday. phew. limit2 aku jumpe kau on wednesday je uh kay. :) &lt;br /&gt;jangan harap aku nak datang on tuesday dari choa chu kang sampai bukit panjang untok stakat 2 jam je eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes . im angry. no actually, im irritated. &lt;br /&gt;to the people yang aku taknak layan tolong don't act as if our conversations are fabulous. coz its not.&lt;br /&gt;i was just being nice. &lt;br /&gt;if i had a penny for everytime i rolled my eyes, i wouldve been rich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-8830714109241472074?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/8830714109241472074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/09/currently-painting-my-nails-black.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/8830714109241472074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/8830714109241472074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/09/currently-painting-my-nails-black.html' title=''/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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-2729774011957590569.post-5498953693497367027</id><published>2009-09-16T01:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T02:14:53.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im happy with my life right now :) haha.&lt;br /&gt;everything's good, not perfect, just good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha we all sang hari raya song at class just now, padehal the teacher tengah mengamok tau... we were all like singing then laughing like hell. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;went home with mims and eliyana, the joking around still isnt over, and its never gonna be over until we separate. hahaha. kecohh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since hari raya is coming, im in the holiday mood. goshhhh when i so need to buck up on my subjects. for the people who said Ns was gonna be easy,kepale otak kau!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, considering that the system has been changed in order to get to sec 5, &lt;br /&gt;the least they could do is to set an easy paper. jeez.&lt;br /&gt;i mean  eng and math is a compulsory subject to pass. Oh-my-god. and we can only fail one? fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;i bet you can count with one hand the number of people who'd get to sec 5, excluding the through train off course. &lt;br /&gt;i really need to study hard man. period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-5498953693497367027?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/5498953693497367027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-great-d-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/5498953693497367027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/5498953693497367027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-great-d-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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-2729774011957590569.post-8352784217335643717</id><published>2009-09-15T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T06:54:40.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sq-cDdIAKeI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Cgnwy7xN_jQ/s1600-h/PICT0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sq-cDdIAKeI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Cgnwy7xN_jQ/s320/PICT0016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381691662902766050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with my parents yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;we went to ion orchard. the place is great:) i know the first place i wanted to go was Prada, but it wasnt opened yet. haha&lt;br /&gt;so since my dad used the phrase every daughter loves ''go take anything you want'' &lt;br /&gt;im like OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha so &lt;br /&gt;yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two Louis Vuitton bags. (GORGEOUS)&lt;br /&gt;heels from Fabiano Ricco (TO DIE FOR)&lt;br /&gt;and as you can see in the picture, ive already picked out my spectacle frame. &lt;br /&gt;i wanted Versace, but YAAA MURAH UH!.. haha&lt;br /&gt;so i picked out Chanel. hahaha they let me try it out first for a  few days and that if i dont like it, i could change. hahahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nice to go home and stare at all the things you have in your room. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU DAD!haha! &lt;br /&gt;hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and , &lt;br /&gt;i wana thank everyone who has been concern about me this whole day, &lt;br /&gt;for listening to the problem i have, a shoulder to lean on, shoulderSss actually!hahaha you know i know. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im okay now:) really. im handling this pretty smoothly i guess. &lt;br /&gt;as you all say, &lt;br /&gt;the only way to get through this is to keep moving forward. &lt;br /&gt;and yeah, when one door closes, another one opens.:) hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;thank you guys:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all! &lt;br /&gt;au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-8352784217335643717?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/8352784217335643717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/09/went-out-with-my-parents-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/8352784217335643717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/8352784217335643717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/09/went-out-with-my-parents-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sq-cDdIAKeI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Cgnwy7xN_jQ/s72-c/PICT0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-2921445696196620921</id><published>2009-09-13T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T07:21:38.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sqz0WZw9TUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/oYTr_wONTOg/s1600-h/PICT0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sqz0WZw9TUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/oYTr_wONTOg/s320/PICT0026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380944320511429954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''An End Means Another Beginning''&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is, i know ive made the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving onnnn.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phone conference&lt;br /&gt;A:  why is it so noisy?&lt;br /&gt;me: oh im having a guest.&lt;br /&gt;A:  huh? guest? guess? guess what?&lt;br /&gt;D:  uh.what?&lt;br /&gt;me: what? what? i said guest!&lt;br /&gt;A:  i said guess too!&lt;br /&gt;me: i mean guest guest!&lt;br /&gt;D: ok im not good at guessing game, whats the ans? &lt;br /&gt;me: ok, you guys are officially the dumbest people i have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;A: oh! haha!&lt;br /&gt;D: i still dnt get it.&lt;br /&gt;me: nvm D. let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;day 1. &lt;br /&gt;thahirah: kau dah buatt ke belomm?!&lt;br /&gt;me: dah lah ! dah lah! &lt;br /&gt;after 5 seconds&lt;br /&gt;me again: ape soalan kau ah?&lt;br /&gt;thahirah: -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2. &lt;br /&gt;D : what do want to eat?&lt;br /&gt;me: tak tau lah! kan da bilang!&lt;br /&gt;after 5 seconds&lt;br /&gt;me again: eh tadi u tanye ape uh? &lt;br /&gt;D: -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3.&lt;br /&gt;thahirah: yang kau pandai2 pegi bilang A asl?!&lt;br /&gt;me: MANE LAH AKU TAUUUUU.aku tak tau!&lt;br /&gt;after 5 seconds&lt;br /&gt;me again: aku bilang ape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 4.&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;A : oi! azyani! your turn!&lt;br /&gt;me: ah? my turn? oh okay okay! sorry ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;*sits down, muke smangat, everyone staring*&lt;br /&gt;after 5 seconds&lt;br /&gt;me again: buat ape?&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;A: *rolls eyes* * slaps forehead*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-2921445696196620921?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/2921445696196620921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-means-another-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/2921445696196620921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/2921445696196620921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-means-another-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sqz0WZw9TUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/oYTr_wONTOg/s72-c/PICT0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-4370311733136344326</id><published>2009-09-09T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:46:43.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So im starting to watch two TV series. &lt;br /&gt;one is MADE&lt;br /&gt;another one is THE HILLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i love em both. i prefer much of the hills. &lt;br /&gt;all i can say is, SPENCER IS SO DUMN.(dumn? i think i wanted to type dumb, and then i kept on having damn in my mind, and then it came out that way.)&lt;br /&gt;and heidi shouldnt betray lauren like that. besides, spencer is sooo not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, its a series about their super awesome life. i mean it's real. it's really2 real. and i like sooo want their life. thats why i love watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha . &lt;br /&gt;and MADE is basically about trying to change a person into a whole new person. &lt;br /&gt;two favourite series of mine will be, one, when they change Annah , which is a school geek, to a hot top model. AND SHE GOT TO DATE DREW! ( effffffing hot 18 yr old. suspected gay though.but HOT model!). she then got a cover page on Cosmo magazine. omg right? &lt;br /&gt;second one would be how they change a total rich bratt to a mountain climber. hahahahaha, loved seeing them squirm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revoir loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-4370311733136344326?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/4370311733136344326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-im-starting-to-watch-two-tv-series.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/4370311733136344326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/4370311733136344326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-im-starting-to-watch-two-tv-series.html' title=''/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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-2729774011957590569.post-7568108231377703189</id><published>2009-09-05T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:57:51.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th september :)</title><content type='html'>aku sungguh malas nak explain the whole story sebab terlalu panjang. so tengok gambar eh. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SqIYcNKVHHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fss6Luv3U-k/s1600-h/aslam+and+me+hehe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SqIZ5-dy28I/AAAAAAAAAG0/GaLW0G50jUg/s320/aku+tinggi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377889388844997570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-7568108231377703189?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/7568108231377703189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/7568108231377703189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/7568108231377703189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='4th september :)'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SqIYcNKVHHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fss6Luv3U-k/s72-c/aslam+and+me+hehe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-2652534241719269530</id><published>2009-08-27T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T06:10:11.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos!</title><content type='html'>just now at class. hahahahahahahaha! kekek nak mampos. &lt;br /&gt;its a 20 mins thing. Sng , math teacher, also our DM , was as per usual , late for class. &lt;br /&gt;hahahahha so they decided to look out for him . &lt;br /&gt;MIMI went outside leaving her bag unguarded. hahahahaha! so Nazri prangai cam siak, loosen her strapss, and i detachedd everything. hahahaa! thahirah terbalekkan her table, put her chair on the table. hahahaha it was freaking funny. &lt;br /&gt;by the time she got in. she was like '' eh seyyyaallllaaaahhhh! sape punye kerje?!'' &lt;br /&gt;she also terbalekkan my meja and thahirah's. hahahaha ran away with my bag then threw it in the big dustbin outside class.hahahaha! i ran after her, and managed to grab hold of my bag before it fully went in. sial ah mims. mahal bodoh. hahahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS CHAIRMAN,mimi just had to handle some things outside class, tapi dah pandai dah, &lt;br /&gt;she asked nazurah to guard her bag. hahahaah! she went outside, thahirah me and sakinah pon ape lagik , we mess up her table with newspaper. betol2 macam hamster nest. hahaha thahirah peh bodoh , didnt realize her pencil box was being hidden by nad. hahahaha! she went back than, '' oiiii pencil box aku mane! oiii korannnggg......* suare nak nanges* '' &lt;br /&gt;we were like, ''sab, bag gemok laen macam je sab'' hahahahahahaha she wanted to take her pencil box back, then sab threw it around. betol2 peh kene bully siak thahirah. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha! thahirah took nad's bag and ran off outside class, den nad threw me her pencil box and ran for thahirah. by the time she got back, nad was with her bag, &lt;br /&gt;but thahirah, &lt;br /&gt;maseh carik pencil box yer? &lt;br /&gt;hahaha! i hid it behind the cupboard. hahahaha.... &lt;br /&gt;everyone knew where it was except for her... hahahahahahaa  kesian uh. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha baru nak continue bully then,&lt;br /&gt;the DM finally came.. hahahaha! i quickly ran , took her pencil box, &lt;br /&gt;lined the table properly. semue sit down. muke innocent.step baek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha! Sng masok, then say '' don't pretend'' . &lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahah ! &lt;br /&gt;this is all just minor.. we've been worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaaha au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-2652534241719269530?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/2652534241719269530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/08/chaos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/2652534241719269530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/2652534241719269530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/08/chaos.html' title='Chaos!'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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-2729774011957590569.post-5571417845968704804</id><published>2009-08-25T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T06:18:24.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School School</title><content type='html'>Just 2 more weeks to Ns. &lt;br /&gt;To others, they might not want Ns to be coming.but for Eliyana, Thahirah and Me. &lt;br /&gt;we just simply CANNOT WAIT for N level. ( you know i know eh girls.haha) &lt;br /&gt;all those troublesome days will soon be to an end by 4th of september.&lt;br /&gt;then on the 7th of sept, its our Ns! . &lt;br /&gt;lets count,not including weekends, it only leaves us with like 8 days.&lt;br /&gt;which works out well because we're going out on 4th of september :D . &lt;br /&gt;all 12/13 of us are breakfasting together, just like last year. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and its Nad's bday. haha. So we're gonna be heading to Pizza hut. wooo -.- haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th,8th,9th sept. will be the start of our Ns. &lt;br /&gt;after that, a short break till 14th.&lt;br /&gt;resume back to school.for normal lessons. &lt;br /&gt;then, 25th is the official last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;on the first week of October, we'll be sitting for the rest of our written papers. &lt;br /&gt;( so much for hari raya -.-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puase, has been not so bad. &lt;br /&gt;Im used to not eating that much ( diam. haha)&lt;br /&gt;but true lahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. i don't eat that much. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;( no serious, diam.) &lt;br /&gt;i lost 2 kg. ( amek kau.) which leaves me to being 43kg. muaha.&lt;br /&gt;jealous.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think ive been thinking much about food during the day, because being in school till late hours is soo helping.&lt;br /&gt;we get home on time for breakfast everyday. &lt;br /&gt;prayers? omg..... after the day i have every single day. i couldn't even open my eyes while eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaha kay. dah. penat.&lt;br /&gt;Selamat berpuase to all muslims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, &lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-5571417845968704804?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/5571417845968704804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-school.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/5571417845968704804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/5571417845968704804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-school.html' title='School School'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-5001854744377375864</id><published>2009-08-23T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T06:06:41.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick post !</title><content type='html'>So okay, &lt;br /&gt;im gonna be missing for a few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;school sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in an awfully lot of trouble this past few days.&lt;br /&gt;there's been problems everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;Ns are coming. &lt;br /&gt;fasting month has come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i don't have the time or mood to be fixing my comp or finding my hp charger. haha&lt;br /&gt;so good luck contacting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and im not gonna be updating anytime soon. Ill try though. &lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-5001854744377375864?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/5001854744377375864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/08/quick-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/5001854744377375864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/5001854744377375864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/08/quick-post.html' title='Quick post !'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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-2729774011957590569.post-1818993192370384612</id><published>2009-08-14T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:27:59.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes you.</title><content type='html'>At about now, i most probably would've asked myself '' what is wrong with you??'' &lt;br /&gt;for about a million times.&lt;br /&gt;i know what i said wasn't regrettable because i knew somehow you had to know.&lt;br /&gt;i do apologize for what i've done before. i know it's unforgivable, but if you're who i think you are, you'd find a slight space in your heart for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;if i could, i'd rewind time and undo all the hurtful things that ive done.&lt;br /&gt;too bad i can't.&lt;br /&gt;all i can do now is make up for my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;if only you'd give me the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was normal:) &lt;br /&gt;didn't attend the examination because i might have dropped the subject. ( FNN ) &lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;head off to Aslam's house in the morning and he was still asleep-.- &lt;br /&gt;went inside everyone was sleeping, so i had to be as quiet as a mouse.haha &lt;br /&gt;kissed him on the cheek. ( aww kan?! hahaha )&lt;br /&gt;gave him some time to sleep, and when he woke up. BREAKFAST TIME! &lt;br /&gt;hahaha fat session begins, &lt;br /&gt;So he ate Nasi briyani &lt;br /&gt;   and i had Bandito &lt;br /&gt;muahaha.  i think we both should go jogging one day, too bad for his ligament tear.hahaa ! oh wells, &lt;br /&gt;he can lose weight skating, &lt;br /&gt;i can lose weight dancing&lt;br /&gt;case close. &lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;i love him. and oh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he sent me home, i was soooo loving the way he was dressed and his hairstyle was soooo sexy. &lt;br /&gt;hahhahaha seriously, effing hot. hear it from me suckers. &lt;br /&gt;HOT.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;so he's gonna follow me on sunday. WE ARE GOING SHOPPING!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha i wanna check out the new mall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revoir peoples! &lt;br /&gt;muax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-1818993192370384612?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/1818993192370384612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/08/yes-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/1818993192370384612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/1818993192370384612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/08/yes-you.html' title='Yes you.'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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-2729774011957590569.post-1188293059882515780</id><published>2009-08-13T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:26:21.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SoK8xXze-jI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5z3vthgWvYg/s1600-h/PICT0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SoK8xXze-jI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5z3vthgWvYg/s320/PICT0020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369061262168619570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm .today ended school at 1215 . &lt;br /&gt;had my Malay paper. wrote a pretty interesting story. hope it works:) &lt;br /&gt;hahaahahaha . and oh yessssssss, tomorrow no school, &lt;br /&gt;im still thinking on whether i should come to school on friday or not.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha . &lt;br /&gt;im the first person, my index number is 1 . &lt;br /&gt;meaning, sitting close to the wall under the window far from fan. &lt;br /&gt;FUCKING HOT.&lt;br /&gt;i think those who sits the same row as me, would die of heat. seriously,no joke.&lt;br /&gt;ask eliyana and mimi. PANAS KAN?!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;k nvm. atleast i did pretty well in answering the questions.:) i think?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyways! wish me luck for my results! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up! O level mt paper, which will be on the 6th of september. &lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i met bf just now, was suppose to meet him tomorrow. but he didnt go to school today, so i stopped by:) &lt;br /&gt;hahahaha it was bloody hell funny when i shape his face into seriously hilarious faces. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha he did it to me too . hahahah we both laughed so hard,it hurts.hahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been cooped up at home these days, i gotta get out man! &lt;br /&gt;shopping anyone? &lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-1188293059882515780?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/1188293059882515780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/1188293059882515780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/1188293059882515780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SoK8xXze-jI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5z3vthgWvYg/s72-c/PICT0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-8338870603329989353</id><published>2009-08-11T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T08:28:15.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SoGC1_St1CI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cUS7p6KCs40/s1600-h/aslam.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SoGC1_St1CI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cUS7p6KCs40/s320/aslam.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368716094836954146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As requested by that FAT BOY.  I am gonna post about us. &lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How We Knew Each Other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= You see, he was one of my gfs's boyfriend. As all relationship is, they have their ups and downs. I didn't really know him back then. &lt;br /&gt;it all started from him , calling me at 1 am in the morning. -.- &lt;br /&gt;off course i didn't answer. texted him the next morning,asking why he called out of the blues. the flirtings really goes on from there.hahaha being FULLY AWARE that he is involved with someone. &lt;br /&gt;  20/12/07 , he confessed to me that he likes me. I remember rejecting him at first because i was currently with someone. but in the end, i left my guy,because somehow i wanted to be with aslam:) ( why azyanii...whyyy) haha.&lt;br /&gt;after a few weeks, or was it days?  WE MET. hahaha oh and he kissed me on our first date. i was like ''oh this is soo wrong, he's my friends boyfriend wtf wtf wtf'' haha but it was nice. Wrongs,they're always nice.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i stole him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup,we are one screwed up couple.&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah, we have been through LOADS of problems. the small the big. you name it.&lt;br /&gt;but im not gonna talk about that:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aslam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty talented guy i must say. he can do EVERYTHING. even i was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;being with him, i had lots of awesome times. because he's someone that i can really be comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;he's really fun.:)&lt;br /&gt;and though he doesnt often show his love, i learnt that with a lil patience, &lt;br /&gt;itll come soon enough, and when it came,&lt;br /&gt;it felt really, wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;he's caring, and very protective of our relationship. &lt;br /&gt;and FAT.hahhahaha yeah he likes to eat. it's kinda disturbing sometimes,but whatever, as long as he's happy. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see, oh yah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Proposal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. &lt;br /&gt;we were almost hitting 7 MONTHS hooking up, and i was freakingly getting impatient &lt;br /&gt;on when oh when he wants to get official. ( believe me, it was frustrating)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha &lt;br /&gt;One day, we planned to go on a picnic! at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. there was the sand, the sea , the strawberries, and there's us. &lt;br /&gt;we had breakfast at mcdonalds... and set up our tent.. we enjoyed the scenery. &lt;br /&gt;had a swim in the sea.. &lt;br /&gt;took a walk on the sand.. &lt;br /&gt;hehe &lt;br /&gt;i sat down and played with the sand. i saw him walking away from me, but i was too lazy to follow. so whatever. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha then he said '' b wanna walk go over there? *points to i forgot where* ''&lt;br /&gt;as we walked, he stopped me and turned me around, &lt;br /&gt;and i saw the writings on the sand saying '' will you marry me? '' &lt;br /&gt;haha, i was surprised, everything. &lt;br /&gt;yet he still said, '' b tengok betol2'' &lt;br /&gt;i was like, '' da tengok betol2 lah ni! okay. YES YES'' &lt;br /&gt;he was like, '' TAKKK...tengok question mark betol2'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*walks closer*&lt;br /&gt;and i saw the ring, on the question mark, &lt;br /&gt;the ring was engraved , ''stay with me'' &lt;br /&gt;heeeee, it was really sweet. little did i know that he has been carrying that ring around,just waiting for the right time.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told ya, he doesnt really show his love, but with a little patience,&lt;br /&gt;itll come soon enough, and when it comes,&lt;br /&gt;its so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k done! if i tell everything, the night wont end. &lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;bye people! and TAKLEY SABAR PE B?! DAHHHHHHHHH HABES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-8338870603329989353?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/8338870603329989353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-requested-by-that-fat-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/8338870603329989353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/8338870603329989353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-requested-by-that-fat-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SoGC1_St1CI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cUS7p6KCs40/s72-c/aslam.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-3994132450429850429</id><published>2009-08-10T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T04:17:58.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SoFTVhFUU4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/DG2uKaY7VLY/s1600-h/PICT0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SoFTVhFUU4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/DG2uKaY7VLY/s320/PICT0015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368663859925373826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in serious need of losing weight.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO SOMEONE &lt;br /&gt;i gained 2 kg. *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM STRICTLY RESTRAINING MYSELF FROM EATING FAST FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know why im worried? ITS IN THE GENES, you should see all my brothers during their secondary school years.... &lt;br /&gt;they were skinny as hell . &lt;br /&gt;AND NOW&lt;br /&gt;-.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its horror i tell you! for girls off course. (seriously, what do boys learn?-.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i love talking to my dad. im sure all daddy's girls likes talking to their dads.&lt;br /&gt;wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because they tell you what you want to hear. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha. im right. ask anyone.&lt;br /&gt;even if you're dressed up like a mtf, with messed up hair and screwed up face&lt;br /&gt;they'll still say , '' lawa anak abah/ayah/papa/ whatever'' &lt;br /&gt;hahahaha -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i talked to my dad about this weight, brother , genes thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just what i wanted to hear * big smile* , &lt;br /&gt;''it won't happend my dear:)''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and besides telling you what you want to hear, they also hand you those &lt;br /&gt;rectangular papers, with the president's face on it. &lt;br /&gt;that comes with different colours sometimes, blue :D&lt;br /&gt;                                             red ^_^&lt;br /&gt;                                             green :)&lt;br /&gt;                                             purple.-.- &lt;br /&gt;haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa *snaps out of it*&lt;br /&gt;dads&lt;br /&gt;they never wanna see their daughter dissapointed. &lt;br /&gt;i dont know bout yours &lt;br /&gt;but mine doesnt. =d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youngest in the family and the only girl.:) &lt;br /&gt;ill admit, imma bratt.&lt;br /&gt;i think im too pampered by everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my family i love my dad :) &lt;br /&gt;you people, who thinks that family arent more important then your friends, you're all dumbass. -.- &lt;br /&gt;teenagers, and their big speech of '' i can live without my family '' &lt;br /&gt;dumbass dumbass dumbass &lt;br /&gt;( funny,i couldnt think of anything else but dumbass).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may sound meaningless when i say , give your parents a hug. &lt;br /&gt;its a whole opposite when you actually do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, &lt;br /&gt;screw yourself.&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;br /&gt;appreciate your family. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revoir loves! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-3994132450429850429?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/3994132450429850429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/08/family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/3994132450429850429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/3994132450429850429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/08/family.html' title='Family :)'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SoFTVhFUU4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/DG2uKaY7VLY/s72-c/PICT0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-6559962452877996571</id><published>2009-08-10T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T02:56:48.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your boyfriend updating now!</title><content type='html'>Because of you im gonna be fat.&lt;br /&gt;4 straight days eating fast food. thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;i was just about to have a mission called "Slim Down"&lt;br /&gt;then your fed me with fast food. but its nice uh. so yeah! SEDAP!&lt;br /&gt;my house is much comfortable then yours. your house sempit. i think ant walk also susa.&lt;br /&gt;what about me the fat boy from woodlands walk in your house&lt;br /&gt;comfirm everything pecah, so that says that my house is beter. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im in the car with SR nathan playing cards. &lt;br /&gt;playing bluff uh.! bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPLY : &lt;br /&gt;Eh, i suro u log in je. sape suro post ???&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! oh and nevermind .. I LOVE FAT BOYS. da baek tu i kasi makan. &lt;br /&gt;haha tau pon sedap.&lt;br /&gt;and BEDEK AH ant jalan susahh ... &lt;br /&gt;you did walk around my house that day. and tkde bende pecah. so case close.&lt;br /&gt;MY HOUSE BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;SR nathan play bluff with you because die kalah maen taiti ngan i smalam time national day. &lt;br /&gt;dats why muke die binget. hahahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-6559962452877996571?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/6559962452877996571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-boyfriend-updating-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/6559962452877996571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/6559962452877996571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-boyfriend-updating-now.html' title='your boyfriend updating now!'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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-2729774011957590569.post-1409090053604133492</id><published>2009-08-10T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T02:41:14.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here we are again.</title><content type='html'>okay okay. &lt;br /&gt;so my parents were out since friday night till monday. &lt;br /&gt;so is aslam's parents, from saturday morning till monday. &lt;br /&gt;i stayed over at my brother's house, a few blocks away from aslam's house. &lt;br /&gt;soo yeah, we practically spent almost all of those days together. &lt;br /&gt;hahahaha and yesterday (sunday, national day )&lt;br /&gt;had KFC in the morning for breakfast. ( we're gonna get fat)&lt;br /&gt;we watched the NDP show at his house&lt;br /&gt;it was bloody funny when we made jokes about every single thing. haha . &lt;br /&gt;that night was awesome:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day before,( saturday )&lt;br /&gt;We also met,&lt;br /&gt;we had LJS for breakfast( we're sooo gonna get fat) &lt;br /&gt;haha &lt;br /&gt;ok, i cant really remember what totally happend.&lt;br /&gt;i remember going to his house then to my house(told ya my house's way better then yours haha) then cab to lot 1 then to woodlands again then, sat around, talk and talk:) haha then he sent me  to my brother's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met the day before also. ( friday )&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!  &lt;br /&gt;kay can't remember what happend at all .  oh ya &lt;br /&gt;we had &lt;br /&gt;for me, Zinger meal , &lt;br /&gt;and he had Nasi briyani. hahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we also met the day before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha siall ahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;dah dah . no more meeting. &lt;br /&gt;naek menyampah aku tengok muke kau . hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;kidding bby. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i had fun these days. &lt;br /&gt;thanks baby.&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-1409090053604133492?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/1409090053604133492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/08/heee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/1409090053604133492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/1409090053604133492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/08/heee.html' title='here we are again.'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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-2729774011957590569.post-3643716747269176816</id><published>2009-08-07T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T04:53:26.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im tired boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SnwT9CzUzXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hnyS8gbGxSw/s1600-h/PICT0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SnwT9CzUzXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hnyS8gbGxSw/s320/PICT0191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367186795363880306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously&lt;br /&gt;it's either you're in, or you're out.&lt;br /&gt;If you really wanna go around flirting &lt;br /&gt;oh-my-god, just say it... things'll  be easier&lt;br /&gt;if NOT,&lt;br /&gt;you better hell NOT screw around. &lt;br /&gt;(he did not flirt, im just saying....you know,in case) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want me trust you? alright, Ill trust you.&lt;br /&gt;I trust that you're smart enough &lt;br /&gt;to know what to do after today.&lt;br /&gt;since you've been effing clueless on how the consequences were going to be from your doings, &lt;br /&gt;let today be a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please babes,&lt;br /&gt;save me the drama alright, im seriously tiredddddddddddddddd.... &lt;br /&gt;you yourself told me that things are going perfect between us, &lt;br /&gt;SO , &lt;br /&gt;if you dont want me to do things YOU dont like, &lt;br /&gt;then dont do things i dont like. &lt;br /&gt;alright huns?&lt;br /&gt;please don't do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, &lt;br /&gt;today wasnt the bestest day&lt;br /&gt;went to school &lt;br /&gt;met up with aslam..&lt;br /&gt;(mtf-ing moment,we fought, it was funny though..hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;laugh , and then argue, laugh again.. argue..hahaha) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ended out okay:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just&lt;br /&gt;patienceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee azyani . fucking patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-3643716747269176816?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' 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besoin d'un homme&lt;br /&gt;Im ne cherche pas de problème, je veux juste quelqu'un pour taquiner&lt;br /&gt;peut-être si vous êtes chanceux, vous montrer ce que les mauvais ont i&lt;br /&gt;mais permet d'obtenir une chose, chers droite, j'ai obtenu ce que je veux&lt;br /&gt;entendre, il garçon, je ne suis pas comme le reste je ne suis pas beaucoup pour les petites parler, il n'y a pas besoin de dire une chose de plus je peux vous faire sentir quelque chose de beau, quelque chose que vous ne l'avez jamais ressenti avant une seule condition, i get ce que je veux&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-1448163034665129636?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/1448163034665129636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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(1045-1210): SS &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday(800-915): Bio science&lt;br /&gt;         (1000-1115): Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Thursday (1030-1210): Geography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thenn... on the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 aug (tuesday),(800-1000): EM paper 1  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day,(800-945): Malay paper 1&lt;br /&gt;             (1045-1215): Malay paper 2&lt;br /&gt;then 14 aug(friday), : FNN, DNT , ART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 6 sep , O levels prelim. good luck to me and others taking O.( alah satu subject je O , yang laen N ) &lt;br /&gt;and end for you guys. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, its Ns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck everyone:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, FYI, &lt;br /&gt;the system isnt : Pass eng and two other subject.&lt;br /&gt;anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new system is,&lt;br /&gt;: Pass Eng , and Math, &lt;br /&gt;  and THREE other subject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marvelous kan. &lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK PEOPLE.&lt;div 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!'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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-2729774011957590569.post-3756612703305676290</id><published>2009-08-01T22:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:04:47.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inseparable</title><content type='html'>Okay hellooo readers. if there's any. -.- haha &lt;br /&gt;about yesterday! &lt;br /&gt;haha out and about with oh-so-lovable boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;it was great at first,not great in the middle but it ended out great again. &lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;dropped at city hall, we went to peninsula. i was like wtf wtf wtf all the way . &lt;br /&gt;hahaha i said ''eh b, i think i can stay here for years and not stop insulting the things here'' haha fascinating though if you actually observe the matreps and minah reps properly. &lt;br /&gt;we were like '' ehhh seyallahhh '' when we first stepped in and saw camera bags and hoodies.hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;it's weird that he actually bumped into many friends at that kind of place.hhahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;after that we head over to marina square, which was really a complicated journey with those NDP thing going on everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;saw lots of familiar faces. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked around Marina square and had our dinner there. &lt;br /&gt;haha when were eating , there was this fat guy sitting beside me, &lt;br /&gt;hahahaha i seriously find him really cute. hahahahaa i kept on looking at him ,&lt;br /&gt;and aslam was already showing the face.hahahahaha &lt;br /&gt;but seriously , that guy was cute. fat cute. hahahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we sat and talk . hahaha i asked him , &lt;br /&gt;''what is the heaviest thing in the world?''&lt;br /&gt;its really a science question. haha&lt;br /&gt;pandai2 korang ah fike.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;we head fun talking..:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to esplanade to meet up with his friends. &lt;br /&gt;coz they were already nearby . &lt;br /&gt;it was one of his friend's birthday, so happy birthday to her:):) &lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I really find them funny. eventhough my first impression of them was totals matreps&lt;br /&gt;but they're alright.:)&lt;br /&gt;oh and one of his friend's ciggarette ash accidentally terkene my hand, i was likeeeeeeeeeee mttttttfffffffffff. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;it still itch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when were sitting around, we saw lots of NDP features&lt;br /&gt;like this paper boat shaped like a fortune cookie&lt;br /&gt;and those glowing huge balloons also shaped the same. hahahha &lt;br /&gt;a few fireworks. awesomes.&lt;br /&gt;i think they were the only group of people who actually made massive loads of noise &lt;br /&gt;when only a FEW fireworks break out. and they make it such a big deal. &lt;br /&gt;hahaha kecohhh kecohh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all that he sent me home... :) thank you babes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*also. a few problems occured along the way , and im really sorry i made an unreasonable decision yesterday bby. we were both mad at each other. &lt;br /&gt;and EGO only made matters worst. we stayed up talking about this, and im glad that we finally came to a final and off course good way to solve the problem. i really am sorry about what happened. you got hurt because of that stupid decision. &lt;br /&gt;the promise you reminded me of when that decision was made, really opened up my mind and started to think everything over.&lt;br /&gt;i did promise you that, and i wont break it.&lt;br /&gt;love ya! :) Aslam&lt;3*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-3756612703305676290?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-7299698415858810458</id><published>2009-07-30T23:00:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:02:30.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two sides to every story, and this is mine.</title><content type='html'>It's you who made me heartless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-7299698415858810458?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/7299698415858810458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-sides-to-every-story-and-this-is_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/7299698415858810458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/7299698415858810458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-sides-to-every-story-and-this-is_30.html' title='two sides to every story, and this is mine.'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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-2729774011957590569.post-1870197082232800792</id><published>2009-07-28T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:34:22.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sm8Y1G0Pa8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/a77biY672fI/s1600-h/n808159555_1650546_4308061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sm8Y1G0Pa8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/a77biY672fI/s320/n808159555_1650546_4308061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363532981863410626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im noticing something different in GIRLS today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were like&lt;br /&gt;''It's all Basics Basics Basics. &lt;br /&gt;when there's two.&lt;br /&gt;Everything comes with balance.'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a ''IF You don't,I don't'' policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls,&lt;br /&gt;always the person of patience, because they believe or should i say believed that patience is a virtue/patience has it's prize.&lt;br /&gt;but now,&lt;br /&gt;its to hell with those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''im done being nice''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''IF you trip,&lt;br /&gt;even if you still stand. I'll make you fall.'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''you stepped on every chance that was given , IF YOU BLOODY HELL STEP ON THIS ONE. &lt;br /&gt;there will be no more. hear me? no more.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''why should i give in? he's a useless piece of shit.worthless. I have better things to do.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha those are the phrases i heard today. &lt;br /&gt;see what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously,&lt;br /&gt;As for me, it's simple, really.&lt;br /&gt;my rule. 'Whatever Wrongs You Do, Just Don't Get Caught'&lt;br /&gt;thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean come on, we've been through this, &lt;br /&gt;it will be really REALLY stupid to be repeating the mistakes right?. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No im not talking about the wrongs, &lt;br /&gt;im talking about the getting caught,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be caught twice? &lt;br /&gt;i say it's plain dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have the guts to cheat, no brains to think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys are better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-1870197082232800792?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/1870197082232800792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/1870197082232800792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/1870197082232800792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-world.html' title='What a world.'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Sm8Y1G0Pa8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/a77biY672fI/s72-c/n808159555_1650546_4308061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-2233462166696995244</id><published>2009-07-26T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:44:42.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VIPs</title><content type='html'>The people who lights up my day everyday are the most important people to me.&lt;br /&gt;soooooo&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;INTRODUCING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SmxpiQqYy-I/AAAAAAAAADM/Xb5FNjPvaSA/s1600-h/girlfriends!"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SmxpiQqYy-I/AAAAAAAAADM/Xb5FNjPvaSA/s320/girlfriends!" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362777293600639970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;and top left we have , Elllliiyaaannnaaaaa taaahirrrr... !!!! ( ah? ape? haha) &lt;br /&gt;nosiest and theeee most irritating girl i have ever met in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha . &lt;br /&gt;slalu kene lock dalam cupboard pasal bising sangat. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;bising lagik ah eliyana. bising bising. &lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;br /&gt;oh yah . bbual ngan die , kalau tak pekik , kene repeat twice. &lt;br /&gt;pekak sbelahhhh oi. &lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the right! &lt;br /&gt;yooo mims! &lt;br /&gt;hahaha sits besides me at class. kalau tak gado tak sah . &lt;br /&gt;nak tau asal? sebab die macam takley hidop gitu kalau tak carik pasal ngan aku. &lt;br /&gt;kite mane2 pon must sit beside each other.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! she likes to give the most irritating wth face when someone bukak joke. &lt;br /&gt;kau fike kau mane nye klakar?! hahahahahahah . &lt;br /&gt;attached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top right! &lt;br /&gt;nadiaaaaa khan. &lt;br /&gt;very cute. love her smile ( tolong eh nad. puji skali skale je. aku tau kau suke) hahaha &lt;br /&gt;also very smart! &lt;br /&gt;at school punye lah baek. outside! memekak samer level ngan eliyana. hahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;attached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottom left &lt;br /&gt;thahirah! &lt;br /&gt;hahaha closest to mua.. &lt;br /&gt;shares most her probs with me. so do i with her. :) &lt;br /&gt;hahahaha her laugh . i swear. freakyly evil . &lt;br /&gt;haha ah die nye bising. betol peh annoying. kalau orang tak layan memang die tak puas hati. so kadang2 kene layankan . &lt;br /&gt;oh and she's veh veh loud. i dont know how she could project her voice that way&lt;br /&gt;padehal bbual orang kat depan je. &lt;br /&gt;haha also attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sbelah nye &lt;br /&gt;Sab bibir! &lt;br /&gt;first , the LIPS.omg.&lt;br /&gt;haahhahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;decent in class.&lt;br /&gt;muke drug addict whenever ngantok. &lt;br /&gt;PON bising nak mampos&lt;br /&gt;she puts on the whatever face to the people she don't like. ( haha observe betol2)&lt;br /&gt;also attached. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;k dah &lt;br /&gt;bottom line , all have one thing in common. BISING NAK MAMPOS.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;love you girls.:) !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope nope lom habes&lt;br /&gt;there's still ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SmxzCP9X-cI/AAAAAAAAADU/N1Oi9bhryLE/s1600-h/aslam"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SmxzCP9X-cI/AAAAAAAAADU/N1Oi9bhryLE/s320/aslam" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362787738772306370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini eh . * mengucap , zikir *&lt;br /&gt;PALENG paleng paleng irritatinggggg.. &lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just feel like throwing him off from the 20th storey. &lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha &lt;br /&gt;Aslam , penyusah hidop . &lt;br /&gt;haha k no no. &lt;br /&gt;actually i love having him as a Bf. &lt;br /&gt;never boring, coz die pon merepek.. sometimes i don't quite understand what he's trying to say, coz he likes to mix the words up. hahaha. tapi tkpe, skarang da skilled. bbual pasal skilled, die kalau kopek udang pakai fork spoon , clean nak mamps. haha i remember last year during the break-fast with my friends, everyone asked him to kopekkan udang. haha im so proud of you , ( padehal stakat kopek udang tau) . hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not perfect, but just the way i like it. :) &lt;br /&gt;i loveee you . hahahahahahaha k dah . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all . :)&lt;br /&gt;au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-2233462166696995244?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/2233462166696995244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/gfs-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/2233462166696995244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/2233462166696995244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/gfs-3.html' title='VIPs'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SmxpiQqYy-I/AAAAAAAAADM/Xb5FNjPvaSA/s72-c/girlfriends!' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-8722856928499082425</id><published>2009-07-24T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T06:37:42.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost busted. haha!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Smm5FX7YhcI/AAAAAAAAABk/C_aEmRuK6uo/s1600-h/IMAGE_215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Smm5FX7YhcI/AAAAAAAAABk/C_aEmRuK6uo/s320/IMAGE_215.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362020333334857154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. today, &lt;br /&gt;it started with me getting a call from mimi,haha. &lt;br /&gt;everyone was skipping school.&lt;br /&gt;this morning's weather was cold as hell ( cold as hell? haha! ).awesome though. i had a massive migraine because of this new minty shampoo i used, the air-con was blowing against my head .. yes cooling. but seriously, after awhile, my head started to pinch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... &lt;br /&gt;skip down down down.&lt;br /&gt;went over to marsiling poly to meet thahirah eliyana and mimi . they were getting their mc.hahahahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;after that we go over to Mr.Teh tarik , to eat . haha kecoh kecoh. &lt;br /&gt;Called Aslam up to ask him if he wanted anything, skali nak! nasi briyani . but sorry bb. belom ade. &lt;br /&gt;haha i bought him masala tosai instead. TWO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi was like ''eh lepak rumah aslam pe? '' . &lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;before going, thahirah and me was almost busted.( refuse to elaborate haha) we came up with different ways in saving our asses. hahahahahahahahaha . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our asses were saved after all. hahaha! kekek sak. after that,ape lagik .... all the way from marsiling we head over to woodlands and over to his house. &lt;br /&gt;they waited down stairs first. &lt;br /&gt;i went up. gave him his breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;and he said . '' before your friends naek , kemas rumah dulu ehh b ''. &lt;br /&gt;i cleaned up neat and i cleaned up nice. they went up. &lt;br /&gt;takde kecoh lagik . racing to the door. &lt;br /&gt;We all watched Slumdog Millionaire. hahahahaha. it's really a good movie. &lt;br /&gt;haha till the end of the movie, when Jai Ho was played, i cannot believe eliyana , dengan muke confident , trying to memorize the steps. hahahaha &lt;br /&gt;hahaha. smue takde bising lagik. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha they went home at around 2 plus, i sticked around for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;at around 4 we had to already go off, he wanted to sk8 and im meeting someone else.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly he came up with a curfue for me. i was like WTF? ..  &lt;br /&gt;im at D's house right now..which is like 2 hours away from my place.&lt;br /&gt;i'll manage lah huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha today was reaally fun . skipping school. &lt;br /&gt;as said from previous post,&lt;br /&gt;it's so wrong, thats why it's so fun . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. au revoir l'amour. :)&lt;br /&gt;heehs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-8722856928499082425?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/8722856928499082425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/almost-busted-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/8722856928499082425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/8722856928499082425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/almost-busted-haha.html' title='Almost busted. haha!!'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Smm5FX7YhcI/AAAAAAAAABk/C_aEmRuK6uo/s72-c/IMAGE_215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-7316060899706432532</id><published>2009-07-22T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T05:34:37.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's so wrong,that's why its so fun</title><content type='html'>its "been there done that"&lt;br /&gt;I know its fun.&lt;br /&gt;but like I've said a million times...&lt;br /&gt;covering tracks is what I do. you,&lt;br /&gt;just had to shut-up. &lt;br /&gt;comprende?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways &lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm gnna be updating anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;laptop down. &lt;br /&gt;:) seems like lots of people are getting  &lt;br /&gt;sick these days.oh wells. get well soon &lt;br /&gt;to everyone who hasn't been well and do take care of yourselves  :)this includes you bby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. and the pizza's waiting.&lt;br /&gt;au revoir! :) &lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-7316060899706432532?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/7316060899706432532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-so-wrongthats-why-its-so-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/7316060899706432532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/7316060899706432532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-so-wrongthats-why-its-so-fun.html' title='it&apos;s so wrong,that&apos;s why its so fun'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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-2729774011957590569.post-4672883974718650984</id><published>2009-07-20T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T06:26:36.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afiq Aslam&lt;3</title><content type='html'>first of all I wana wish to him &lt;br /&gt;a Happy 1 year and 7 months anniversary &lt;br /&gt;again I dnt knw how we lasted this long &lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;today was well spent with friends and&lt;br /&gt;bf:) &lt;br /&gt;Haha. things are finally well.&lt;br /&gt;I would wana upload pics but I'm &lt;br /&gt;currently blogging with my hp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice time with you just now bby (Haha ssiak.)&lt;br /&gt;he has really changed and I dnt get  &lt;br /&gt;tired of saying it. we had a nice talk abt  our past. &lt;br /&gt;:) Haha and future . berangan eh..berangan&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I hope we'll last even longer b  . love you:) always will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-4672883974718650984?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/4672883974718650984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/afiq-aslam3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/4672883974718650984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/4672883974718650984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/afiq-aslam3.html' title='Afiq Aslam&lt;3'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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-2729774011957590569.post-1689103382830224593</id><published>2009-07-19T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T07:33:40.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday mama :)</title><content type='html'>Today, is my beloved mother's birthday :) happy birthday mama.  haha&lt;br /&gt;we as a family celebrated her birthday yesterday , haha&lt;br /&gt;it was fun as hell ! .&lt;br /&gt;we played games,&lt;br /&gt;first game was ''Dog bone'' hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;we were split to two groups and was given each a number from 1 to 8 .&lt;br /&gt;haha . so whenever the person calls out the number we just have to run and grab the '' milk bottle''&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha . my dad was soo bad , he sprayed the floor with water and everyone slipped . hahahaha. My bros were all hempap-ing each other to get the bottle. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;in the end, yes ! my group won! haha!&lt;br /&gt;haha my bros were all dancing around like small kids. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the schavenger hunt. haha!&lt;br /&gt;the game had to stop half way coz my family was acting like total hooligans hahahaha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we played this ' i don't know what's the name ' game.&lt;br /&gt;it's a game whereby we had to hold each other's hands with one hula hoop hanging in between our held hands.&lt;br /&gt;so the game starts with one playing the music and we just have to simply pass around the hula hoop without letting go of each other's hands.... ( and blah3 , aku malas nak explain , pandai3 korang figure out ) .&lt;br /&gt;it was fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smue fun :)&lt;br /&gt;during the prize giving ceremony, my brothers were all like kids being so happy getting their prizes, they went up to my mum and like '' mama ! we won prizes! kite maen game ahhh .. ''&lt;br /&gt;haha cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaa in totals... yesterday was very different. haha!  and my whole family had body cramps&lt;br /&gt;haha.including me-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN today! ,&lt;br /&gt;we all had breakfast at swensens.&lt;br /&gt;hehes.&lt;br /&gt;it was délicieux.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met D at Spectra (creative bits) then head over to chinatown to buy some things.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha there were a whole lot of school girls buying cheong sum for racial harmony day.  haha D was all '' tak beli pe????? '' all the way . haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then, had early dinner at subway. thanks btw.&lt;br /&gt;We had to leave early coz i was already so tired.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till here, and oh i miss my bf ,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is a very special day.. &lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-1689103382830224593?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/1689103382830224593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/1689103382830224593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/1689103382830224593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-mama.html' title='Happy birthday mama :)'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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-2729774011957590569.post-490523546532105152</id><published>2009-07-17T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T03:52:31.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My saviour. haha!</title><content type='html'>okok . Thahirah saved my life twice today . haha and i mean seriously saved my life. haha&lt;br /&gt;first car,&lt;br /&gt;STUPID DRIVER! THE TRAFFIC LIGHT WAS RED ASSHOLE! mtf.mtf.mtf.&lt;br /&gt;second car,&lt;br /&gt;the driver(hot) another ass,-.- apparently doesnt know how to horn. mtf.mtf.mtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweaty day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm gonna go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revoir :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-490523546532105152?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/490523546532105152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-saviour-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/490523546532105152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/490523546532105152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-saviour-haha.html' title='My saviour. haha!'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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-2729774011957590569.post-3420437295628404093</id><published>2009-07-16T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T05:16:21.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and love . Two different subject.</title><content type='html'>So today is my First day back at school . haha.&lt;br /&gt;ouh i missed them all so much . :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent complications are happening everywhere and everyone wishes they wouldn't be aware of it.&lt;br /&gt;hard-fullfilled wishes when everything's so obvious.&lt;br /&gt;even harder when it involves yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;It'll only ends when someone speaks up . I wish i could , but I just don't want to get involve in anything, but that's already too late now isn't it? so I guess I just don't want to get FURTHER involved then.&lt;br /&gt;an advice, every friendship has their ups and downs, sometimes you guys should just learn to recall how happy you guys have been together , and how they have been there for you  all this while. don't let one mistake ruin it all. everyone has their mistakes, forgive , and forget. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, :)&lt;br /&gt;love has been perfect.&lt;br /&gt;too perfect.&lt;br /&gt;its starting to creep me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells,  I just hope that there're no strings attached.&lt;br /&gt;like what i said,&lt;br /&gt;Not that I hadn't been accepting you for who you are, but Im really glad that you've changed for the better.&lt;br /&gt;these days being with you has been really wonderful:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay School . was as usual, great. hahaha that sounded weird.school? great?&lt;br /&gt;haha! . somehow it wasn't that much of a boring day.  As long as all 7 of usor 6 or 5 or 4 or 3 or 2 or 1 are in the class, we can assure non-boring day in school ! haha .&lt;br /&gt;blah3...&lt;br /&gt;after school :) met,  my penyusah hidop. hahaha kay joking . met aslam&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;haha head over to causeway first, again, we're never on the same decision.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted bbq chicken . he wanted dunkin donuts -.-  ( how did we last this long again? ) haha&lt;br /&gt;oh and EXCLUSIVE part , that ASLAM mati2 taknak kalah , holding firm to his theory of DOZEN= 10 , when its 12 -.-  . im like '' yelah b . suke hati '' . in the end PAISEY. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;aft that head over to his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that! met nash for awhile had dinner and talk about studio stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;im handing everything to him now. i know ull do a good job :)&lt;br /&gt;don't dissapoint me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all . too long? gi mampos.&lt;br /&gt;au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-3420437295628404093?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/3420437295628404093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends-and-love-two-different-subject.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/3420437295628404093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/3420437295628404093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends-and-love-two-different-subject.html' title='Friends and love . Two different subject.'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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-2729774011957590569.post-7945260059415852915</id><published>2009-07-14T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T05:53:34.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a painful day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SlxBjDTqKhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0BAkfOzwmzs/s1600-h/IMAGE_215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SlxBjDTqKhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0BAkfOzwmzs/s320/IMAGE_215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358229727103035922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i was able to go to school today. I did off course, but my menses cramps were killing me! Of all the many times i have menses cramps, this is by far the worst!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't eat , I couldn't concentrate on anything besides my stomach .&lt;br /&gt;During lunch time, Mimi looked at me and offered her sandwich, how kind :) . but like i said,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't eat.&lt;br /&gt;I could not take it any longer, so i asked Mims to accompany me to the office because iwas in serious need of rest.&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the irritating part, they told me to go home.-.-&lt;br /&gt;I feel like if i move even one more muscle, my body is gonna shatter to pieces. k bedek.&lt;br /&gt;So whatever, I called my dad. While he was on his way, the irritating-ness grows, they told me to sit down , fine okay i can sit down. Then, They kept on bugging me to wear a mask , sign a form, take temperature , fill in another form, sit properly, sign another form,constantly asking me stupid questions , for example, '' are you okay? ''.seriously, you don't want me to answer that. I can bare nonsensical people, but whenever i talk to idiots, it feels like bugs are crawling in my veins instead of blood containing oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that people were starring at being so restless. what do i care? i was in massive painn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as my dad arrived, I ran to the car ,open the door, threw my bag in, and fi-na-lly~  lie down! -.- had a nice long sleep as soon as i got home. When i woke up, my parents brought me to the clinic to get an MC coz ill be missing my oral exam today.&lt;br /&gt;So the MC is for today and tomorrow. seems like one more day of missing school . great-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*inhales,exhales*&lt;br /&gt;:) But im feeling alot better now , comparing to this morning. heehs.&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you guys on thursday then i guess?&lt;br /&gt;hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gots to go take my medicine now .&lt;br /&gt;au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-7945260059415852915?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/7945260059415852915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-painful-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/7945260059415852915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/7945260059415852915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-painful-day.html' title='What a painful day.'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/SlxBjDTqKhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0BAkfOzwmzs/s72-c/IMAGE_215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-7778438947450141695</id><published>2009-07-13T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:49:07.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the best and the worst :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Slq_BDqBI3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/eckeR7CQWYk/s1600-h/PICT0194and+192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Slq_BDqBI3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/eckeR7CQWYk/s320/PICT0194and+192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357804731592942450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to blog bout yesterday first :)&lt;br /&gt;ill keep it short , minus-ing the *kene maki in the morning by that..urgghh* part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early in the morning..like around eight-ish and had breakfast at jurong.&lt;br /&gt;met like hell-alot of familiar faces . haha. k saba, LIANA GEMOK, JANA BELI IKAN ! Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;k dah.&lt;br /&gt;later that afternoon, He fetched me and we went to the movies. hahaha. we watched ''Ice Age 3'' . which was really a cute movie.  HAH. we bought popcorn.. I wanted the salt yet he wanted the sweet. HELL no, i didn't give in. But he just ordered the sweet one anway.dah gitu eh! he bought it small -.- .&lt;br /&gt;Then complain. Then he was giving that *this is so small, and she's eating it all* look, throughout the movie.&lt;br /&gt;I told him to buy another one, degil taknak.so whatever. haha. but being tak-sampai-hati , i stopped . then him being tak-sampai-hati balek, shared. hahahaha. blah3, when the movie was over.&lt;br /&gt;he sent me to my brother's house which was just a few blocks away from his house.&lt;br /&gt;in totals, though it was short. i had a great time with that fat i mean wonderful guy :)&lt;br /&gt;haha. thanks bby.&lt;br /&gt;ily ily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;TODAY. i ammm&lt;br /&gt;*drumrolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SICK! . with the degree of 38.8  . hahs.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't attend school. duh.&lt;br /&gt;who cares , i hate today's subjects anyway.&lt;br /&gt;ill be back to school by tomorrow though :) then i can meet my ''FAVOURITE'' teacher. ( ONG)&lt;br /&gt;''CANT WAIT'' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k finish. au revoir les gens. xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;*sleeping in my soft queen sized bed while you all are in school studying in that cramped up classroom at the highest floor of the building with those useless fans and no good chairs and tables going up and down the staircase from one subject to another*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh . nice :)&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-7778438947450141695?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/7778438947450141695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/bestest-and-worst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/7778438947450141695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/7778438947450141695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/bestest-and-worst.html' title='the best and the worst :)'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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/_ZbpKTTK70Qc/Slq_BDqBI3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/eckeR7CQWYk/s72-c/PICT0194and+192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2729774011957590569.post-2829456665991236489</id><published>2009-07-10T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:34:10.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>''This only proves how low you are, not her ''</title><content type='html'>haha before I start. lemme guide you to the meanings of these un-understandable words that are on my blog haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;embrasser-et-ledire ( blog link )  = kiss-and-tell&lt;br /&gt;Dans les Coulisses = Behind The scenes&lt;br /&gt;Au sujet de moi = About me&lt;br /&gt;vous me connaissez = you know me&lt;br /&gt;amour = love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. anyways ,&lt;br /&gt; i received some news yesterday , one which i am not suprised about, at all .&lt;br /&gt;i find it pathetic really. but oh wells, i mind my own bussiness.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive decided that i shall stay home for the whole entire day today and stuff myself with junk foods lying down on my bed watching every series of Charmed from the first season . haha i know , i sound fat. whatever. :)&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;im in cravings for Mcspicy. awwhh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;*snaps out of it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and ! fat session starts now! &lt;br /&gt;au revoir  les gens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-2829456665991236489?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/2829456665991236489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-only-proves-how-low-you-are-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/2829456665991236489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/2829456665991236489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-only-proves-how-low-you-are-not.html' title='&apos;&apos;This only proves how low you are, not her &apos;&apos;'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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-2729774011957590569.post-869941457886925738</id><published>2009-07-10T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T06:58:43.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Goes !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, instead of making an account on Facebook, Ive decided that a blog would be better :) . Im in no mood to make cyber friends anyways. Ill post most pictures and events here, and maybe you might know a lil bit about my life and myself along the way :) hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2729774011957590569-869941457886925738?l=azyaannii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/feeds/869941457886925738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/869941457886925738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2729774011957590569/posts/default/869941457886925738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azyaannii.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-goes.html' title='Here Goes !'/><author><name>Azyani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13136063248983798576</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></feed>
